<?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-6828701447238120166</id><updated>2011-12-28T08:28:30.337-02:00</updated><title type='text'>× ηεvεяlαηd ×</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-6297882899349330196</id><published>2011-09-28T23:25:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T23:29:40.960-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5020369/tumblr_lc3e17fvfP1qd5i7to1_500_large.jpg?1290102611" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 220px;" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5020369/tumblr_lc3e17fvfP1qd5i7to1_500_large.jpg?1290102611" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu senti uma falta que não deveria, uma vontade, aquela saudade.&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei por horas relembrando, imaginando situações que envolvessem você, somente você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ando meio confusa, meio sozinha, meio pensativa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lembro-me bem, estava quase superando, aceitando, evitando sentir, mas de repente voltou, intensamente, sem esforço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei o que fazer, nunca soube.&lt;br /&gt;Parece que em cada batida do meu coração eu sinto você, próximo, em mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voltei a pensar tudo o que pensava quando tinha você ao meu lado, a imaginar situações, palavras que deveria dizer, atitudes que deveria tomar, simplesmente pelo motivo em ter você, ter seu sentimento por mim, manter por perto.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sabendo que seja tarde, sabendo que já passou, meu coração continua a criar histórias, sonhar realidades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você tomou um pedaço de mim e levou contigo, por isso eu ainda sinto, é a falta, é a ausência.&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/6828701447238120166-6297882899349330196?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/6297882899349330196/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=6297882899349330196' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/6297882899349330196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/6297882899349330196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2011/09/e-eu-senti-uma-falta-que-nao-deveria.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-5557224709578019999</id><published>2011-09-22T23:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T23:43:33.904-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-weX1w1stELc/TnvyIf-SCgI/AAAAAAAAAmM/GqV1L1sZiyw/s1600/10105498-md.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-weX1w1stELc/TnvyIf-SCgI/AAAAAAAAAmM/GqV1L1sZiyw/s320/10105498-md.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655379984929393154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tudo aquilo que eu havia superado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que havia se perdido dentro de mim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voltou, e está voltando cada vez mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voltei pro início;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou confusa, de novo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou naquele estado em que nada me define,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nada me ajuda, nada me distrai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E agora o que vou fazer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Superar novamente?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E assim a vida vai indo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Superando. Ultrapassando. &lt;b&gt;Vivendo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-5557224709578019999?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/5557224709578019999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=5557224709578019999' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/5557224709578019999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/5557224709578019999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2011/09/e-tudo-aquilo-que-eu-havia-superado-que.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-weX1w1stELc/TnvyIf-SCgI/AAAAAAAAAmM/GqV1L1sZiyw/s72-c/10105498-md.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-3381187292804889601</id><published>2011-09-21T06:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T06:20:03.474-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fz-_Ian4io4/TnmruGD9vhI/AAAAAAAAAlw/Ck51rAjOrTM/s1600/fate_that_swallowed_me_by_breakthrough56-d3elc93.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand; width: 350px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fz-_Ian4io4/TnmruGD9vhI/AAAAAAAAAlw/Ck51rAjOrTM/s320/fate_that_swallowed_me_by_breakthrough56-d3elc93.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654739615529942546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu carrego um pouco de tudo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De momentos, lembranças, pensamentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carrego aquilo que me fortalece, e também aquilo que me enfraquece;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sentimentos correspondidos, ignorados e nunca demonstrados;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carrego sorrisos gerados à toa, e sorrisos repletos de motivos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lágrimas derramadas no escuro, e perdidas na ilusão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carrego aquilo que ninguém conhece, e aquilo que todos já tiveram conhecimento;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho um pouco de passado e quase tudo do presente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Possuo uma bagunça cheia de porções de atitudes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Realizadas, perdidas, e sonhadas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou um livro, e cada história uma memória;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Memórias infinitas, inapagáveis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;E continuo a escrever, a gerar mais um monte de memórias.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-3381187292804889601?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/3381187292804889601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=3381187292804889601' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/3381187292804889601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/3381187292804889601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2011/09/e-eu-carrego-um-pouco-de-tudo-de.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fz-_Ian4io4/TnmruGD9vhI/AAAAAAAAAlw/Ck51rAjOrTM/s72-c/fate_that_swallowed_me_by_breakthrough56-d3elc93.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-7440392974768855324</id><published>2011-07-19T13:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T13:12:28.793-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zQdUTWkPrjs/TiWsguHFkEI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/lOyJ3qAF2Ys/s1600/flatly_by_NerySoul.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zQdUTWkPrjs/TiWsguHFkEI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/lOyJ3qAF2Ys/s320/flatly_by_NerySoul.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631096587230220354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Posso estar em silêncio e assim permanecer, mas dentro de mim o  barulho é intenso, constante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou em uma confusão fora do real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queria poder abraçar você mais uma vez, mais uma porção de vezes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sentir o conforto do seu colo, o calor do seu amor, a sinceridade em seu carinho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu cai, sim. Me apaixonei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não me arrependo, não voltaria atrás para tomar outra decisão, apenas criaria uma força maior dentro de mim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para enfrentar, encarar e não me machucar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo o que foi dito, tinha valor e ainda tem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Posso manter guardado, mas continua vivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O meu coração está como uma caixa cheia de lembranças.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nada esquecido. Nada apagado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto falta daqueles momentos;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Enquanto o coração tiver forças para continuar a bater eu irei carregar um pouco de você em mim.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-7440392974768855324?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/7440392974768855324/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=7440392974768855324' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/7440392974768855324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/7440392974768855324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2011/07/posso-estar-em-silencio-e-assim.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zQdUTWkPrjs/TiWsguHFkEI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/lOyJ3qAF2Ys/s72-c/flatly_by_NerySoul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-1424047133421005024</id><published>2011-06-15T01:07:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T06:29:07.423-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UbIljvEvP7E/TfgwEjzqGrI/AAAAAAAAAk4/qOBS45wB3Nk/s1600/confused_by_Yemmy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 341px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UbIljvEvP7E/TfgwEjzqGrI/AAAAAAAAAk4/qOBS45wB3Nk/s320/confused_by_Yemmy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618293390034213554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessa vez seria tão diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Você já tem o principal, já tem o meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria dormir e acordar todos os dias sabendo que você é meu, somente meu.&lt;br /&gt;Não interfiro nas decisões, nem nas conseqüências.&lt;br /&gt;Só quero que você saiba, que no fundo, tudo isso é pra você e por você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não escrevi palavras que não fossem verdadeiras.&lt;br /&gt;Se quiser que eu lhe diga tudo, todas. Eu direi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recordo o dia em que te vi, pela primeira vez.&lt;br /&gt;Seu sorriso, seu jeito. É ele. &lt;b&gt;É você.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não foi pouco tempo, não foi muito tempo, não foi o suficiente.&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso do seu carinho, do seu beijo, do seu abraço. De novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que posso viver assim, posso aprender a aceitar tudo isso.&lt;br /&gt;Mas minha escolha é você. Ter você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como diz a citação:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Se eu tivesse que escolher entre você e um sorriso, escolheria você. Pois sem você jamais poderia sorrir."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho o meu &lt;i&gt;"sorriso"&lt;/i&gt;, mas a minha alegria está com você. &lt;b&gt;Em você.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-1424047133421005024?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/1424047133421005024/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=1424047133421005024' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/1424047133421005024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/1424047133421005024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UbIljvEvP7E/TfgwEjzqGrI/AAAAAAAAAk4/qOBS45wB3Nk/s72-c/confused_by_Yemmy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-8746465640394778187</id><published>2011-05-27T12:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T12:11:11.534-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6G2GaoClpXE/Td--XcaTWJI/AAAAAAAAAks/mM8MhD017fk/s1600/tumblr_lbgvgdPKhI1qer61no1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6G2GaoClpXE/Td--XcaTWJI/AAAAAAAAAks/mM8MhD017fk/s320/tumblr_lbgvgdPKhI1qer61no1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611412970699708562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá se vai mais um dia;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um dia comum, sem mudanças, pura rotina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assim como poderia ser qualquer outro dia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje, juntei os pedaços dos momentos e relembrei de você;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relembrei de cada detalhe, de cada palavra, de cada sensação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me sinto perdida, angustiada, sem saída, sem destino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu imaginei um monte de coisas, de novos pensamentos, de novos sentimentos;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E tudo se resumiu nisso que tenho sentido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neste exato momento não sei quem mais sou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei o que quero, nem o que procuro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque tudo que um dia eu quis e eu lutei, se desfez em um piscar de olhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arrependimento, sofrimento, saudade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nada é igual, nada será igual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não consigo mudar o que tem acontecido aqui dentro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou cansada de tudo, de nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou me sentindo sem vida por dentro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu quero algo&lt;/b&gt;, mas não sei o que é e nem quando vou descobrir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-8746465640394778187?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/8746465640394778187/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=8746465640394778187' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/8746465640394778187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/8746465640394778187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2011/05/la-se-vai-mais-um-dia-um-dia-comum-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6G2GaoClpXE/Td--XcaTWJI/AAAAAAAAAks/mM8MhD017fk/s72-c/tumblr_lbgvgdPKhI1qer61no1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-8985099916650109826</id><published>2011-05-09T11:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T11:32:36.950-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0megXM2mD8M/Tcf6nILw2II/AAAAAAAAAkk/_hKf8KlUO-k/s1600/esprit_libre_by_eleonorec-d3enqr7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0megXM2mD8M/Tcf6nILw2II/AAAAAAAAAkk/_hKf8KlUO-k/s320/esprit_libre_by_eleonorec-d3enqr7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604723811404535938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu continuo nessa busca constante de explicações para tudo o que acontece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isso está cada dia mais intenso, mais insuportável.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei o que acontece de errado comigo, não sou assim. Nunca fui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou me sentindo fraca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dependente. Inútil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tem horas que tudo está tão vazio, tão sem nada, tão sem você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queria isolar esse sentimento de todos os outros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque existem muitos sentimentos bons aqui dentro, mas esse está prevalecendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu só espero que isso que venho sentindo, passe. Logo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque já estou cansada, já me entreguei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-8985099916650109826?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/8985099916650109826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=8985099916650109826' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/8985099916650109826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/8985099916650109826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2011/05/eu-continuo-nessa-busca-constante-de.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0megXM2mD8M/Tcf6nILw2II/AAAAAAAAAkk/_hKf8KlUO-k/s72-c/esprit_libre_by_eleonorec-d3enqr7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-1946784513787560253</id><published>2011-04-26T14:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T14:16:20.656-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PtiqaKcUs74/Tbb9PkW6e9I/AAAAAAAAAkc/8kmOk6cccc4/s1600/86e05d90889037ffdf90d6c50e80907b-d3dksnh.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 374px; height: 470px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PtiqaKcUs74/Tbb9PkW6e9I/AAAAAAAAAkc/8kmOk6cccc4/s320/86e05d90889037ffdf90d6c50e80907b-d3dksnh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599941630581439442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu irei esperar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até o dia que o sentimento não tomar conta de mim por inteira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até o dia que o sentimento mudar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até o dia que o sentimento acabar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Permaneço na ilusão da esperança,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na loucura do desejo de ter você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E ficarei aqui esperando, e olhando pelo vão da porta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pela aresta da janela,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você chegar, você voltar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-1946784513787560253?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/1946784513787560253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=1946784513787560253' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/1946784513787560253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/1946784513787560253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-eu-irei-esperar.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PtiqaKcUs74/Tbb9PkW6e9I/AAAAAAAAAkc/8kmOk6cccc4/s72-c/86e05d90889037ffdf90d6c50e80907b-d3dksnh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-4465836661409213032</id><published>2011-04-26T13:56:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T14:15:00.084-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XJ6YzDFic1Q/Tbb5Vlj0vVI/AAAAAAAAAkU/aEXSr-FDm9g/s1600/cxcxc_by_cllozdemir-d3d4xj6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 340px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XJ6YzDFic1Q/Tbb5Vlj0vVI/AAAAAAAAAkU/aEXSr-FDm9g/s320/cxcxc_by_cllozdemir-d3d4xj6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599937335936728402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não gostei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gostei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gostei mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tentei parar de gostar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E continuo tentando...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E de uma maneira que eu não consigo evitar e nem negar.&lt;br /&gt;Eu continuo gostando de você, nem pouco, nem muito.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas gostando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei até onde vou chegar com esse sentimento,&lt;br /&gt;Nem com esse sofrimento.&lt;br /&gt;Mas continuo tendo você aqui dentro. Bem próximo de mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Posso não andar de mãos dadas com você,&lt;br /&gt;Posso não ter você por perto,&lt;br /&gt;Posso não poder sentir você.&lt;br /&gt;Mas te tenho, te tenho aqui dentro. &lt;b&gt;Dentro do meu coração.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-4465836661409213032?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/4465836661409213032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=4465836661409213032' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/4465836661409213032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/4465836661409213032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2011/04/eu-nao-gostei.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XJ6YzDFic1Q/Tbb5Vlj0vVI/AAAAAAAAAkU/aEXSr-FDm9g/s72-c/cxcxc_by_cllozdemir-d3d4xj6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-4187317390959451701</id><published>2011-04-25T18:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T18:48:52.136-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wof-q2e-IZc/TbXsHxgpLiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/afnBMk09wOI/s1600/Colorful_distance_by_kerrharven.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wof-q2e-IZc/TbXsHxgpLiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/afnBMk09wOI/s320/Colorful_distance_by_kerrharven.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599641329998573090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o sentimento continua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com ninguém se importando, com ninguém notando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com ninguém correspondendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E esse tal ninguém, talvez já tenha me esquecido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E esse tal ninguém, talvez nem imagine o quanto tem me magoado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E esse tal, talvez seja um ninguém mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por alguém não faria isso, não machucaria assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não iludiria dessa forma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te dei alternativas, te dei espaço, te dei tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o que ganhei? Lágrimas, ilusões e decepções.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou cansada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mesmo não tendo nada, mesmo não estando com nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Continuo cansada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De não ser amada, de sofrer, de ser esquecida, &lt;b&gt;por você.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-4187317390959451701?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/4187317390959451701/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=4187317390959451701' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/4187317390959451701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/4187317390959451701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-o-sentimento-continua.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wof-q2e-IZc/TbXsHxgpLiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/afnBMk09wOI/s72-c/Colorful_distance_by_kerrharven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-4583020350624686220</id><published>2011-04-21T12:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T12:26:41.338-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rppn661-_2k/TbBMFi1C_aI/AAAAAAAAAkE/QWBoj0KFQzQ/s1600/r_a_i_n_b_o_w_by_michellis13-d30s5w0.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 380px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rppn661-_2k/TbBMFi1C_aI/AAAAAAAAAkE/QWBoj0KFQzQ/s320/r_a_i_n_b_o_w_by_michellis13-d30s5w0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598057994953883042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;O ontem nunca irá voltar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O hoje irá passar sem você notar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o amanhã poderá nunca chegar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Portanto, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;seque suas lágrimas&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;sorria para o mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acordar para um novo dia e não saber o que te espera no final dele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vida é cheia de surpresas boas e ruins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não se apegue demais, nem se desapegue demais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Viva na base do equilíbrio, do encontro, do conjunto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu busco a felicidade nas coisas que tenho ao lado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho dias depressivos, tenho dias que a única solução parece ser a morte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exagerado, compreensível, presenciável.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por mais difícil que seja sorrir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Também é muito difícil admitir ter chorado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nada é fácil o bastante, nem difícil o suficiente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu quero o desafio, quero o inexistente, quero o amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me entrego a isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me destruo nisso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vivo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-4583020350624686220?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/4583020350624686220/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=4583020350624686220' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/4583020350624686220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/4583020350624686220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-ontem-nunca-ira-voltar-o-hoje-ira.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rppn661-_2k/TbBMFi1C_aI/AAAAAAAAAkE/QWBoj0KFQzQ/s72-c/r_a_i_n_b_o_w_by_michellis13-d30s5w0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-3856385150272235873</id><published>2011-04-21T12:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T12:22:30.838-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m4kWEbei1ZI/TbBLfUWW9UI/AAAAAAAAAj8/AE8yHblFL-Q/s1600/one.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m4kWEbei1ZI/TbBLfUWW9UI/AAAAAAAAAj8/AE8yHblFL-Q/s320/one.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598057338232042818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando tudo está em silêncio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu percebo minhas escolhas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Procuro justificativa para meus atos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tento esconder meus sentimentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nada está normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nada está compreensível.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Busco explicativas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soluções,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Resultados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E a única coisa que consigo é um &lt;i&gt;conflito mental destrutivo&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depressão, angústia, ansiedade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vontade, saudade, &lt;b&gt;sentimento.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-3856385150272235873?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/3856385150272235873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=3856385150272235873' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/3856385150272235873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/3856385150272235873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2011/04/quando-tudo-esta-em-silencio-eu-percebo.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m4kWEbei1ZI/TbBLfUWW9UI/AAAAAAAAAj8/AE8yHblFL-Q/s72-c/one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-8610852569688160833</id><published>2011-04-20T16:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T16:45:07.301-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oLzeOPA0C_M/Ta828ZniUFI/AAAAAAAAAj0/1W5Hm0gLoc4/s1600/tumblr_le7nz3fw3v1qc41lyo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oLzeOPA0C_M/Ta828ZniUFI/AAAAAAAAAj0/1W5Hm0gLoc4/s320/tumblr_le7nz3fw3v1qc41lyo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597753273141579858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apesar da minha maneira de tentar ao máximo evitar pensar em você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É inevitável. É descontrolado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ao fechar os olhos, é você que eu vejo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não importa o tempo que passe, é você que eu quero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te quis ontem, te quero hoje e sei que irei te querer amanhã.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu sentimento não é uma palavra escrita em um papel sulfite que você pega a borracha e apaga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Está aqui dentro. Está marcado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sinto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu amo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-8610852569688160833?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/8610852569688160833/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=8610852569688160833' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/8610852569688160833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/8610852569688160833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2011/04/apesar-da-minha-maneira-de-tentar-ao.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oLzeOPA0C_M/Ta828ZniUFI/AAAAAAAAAj0/1W5Hm0gLoc4/s72-c/tumblr_le7nz3fw3v1qc41lyo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-8582896383369996558</id><published>2011-04-18T11:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T11:26:14.409-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1YWdQEVxWDg/TaxJsyGhnhI/AAAAAAAAAjs/2AOxPybC42E/s1600/i_create_my_own_madness_by_thesweetblackmadness-d3d7d8w.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1YWdQEVxWDg/TaxJsyGhnhI/AAAAAAAAAjs/2AOxPybC42E/s320/i_create_my_own_madness_by_thesweetblackmadness-d3d7d8w.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596929470626897426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tem dias que tudo parece tão fácil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E é também nesses dias que sei da minha capacidade de viver sem você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas esses dias passam tão rápido,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que hoje, &lt;b&gt;sinto sua falta&lt;/b&gt; novamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu só quero amar você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu só quero estar com você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu só quero fazer parte da sua realidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu preciso superar isso, mas não sei de onde tirar forças.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu preciso esquecer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esquecer de tudo. &lt;b&gt;Esquecer de você.&lt;/b&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/6828701447238120166-8582896383369996558?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/8582896383369996558/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=8582896383369996558' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/8582896383369996558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/8582896383369996558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2011/04/tem-dias-que-tudo-parece-tao-facil.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1YWdQEVxWDg/TaxJsyGhnhI/AAAAAAAAAjs/2AOxPybC42E/s72-c/i_create_my_own_madness_by_thesweetblackmadness-d3d7d8w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-7455853193956739230</id><published>2011-04-12T08:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T08:43:36.261-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYYcyrYX5ss/TaQ6wMoJWlI/AAAAAAAAAjk/yTstoevUAAA/s1600/tumblr_lcgn51rsnF1qf2xlzo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYYcyrYX5ss/TaQ6wMoJWlI/AAAAAAAAAjk/yTstoevUAAA/s320/tumblr_lcgn51rsnF1qf2xlzo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594661236798741074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tento um pouco a cada dia que passa imaginar minha vida sem você,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tento apagar todos os momentos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tento esquecer o sentimento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu me importo com você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Literalmente, por completo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queria poder compreender as coisas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ser fria tão quanto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ser insensível tão quanto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei o que aconteceu e nem porque está acontecendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já ouvi tantos conselhos, tantas opiniões. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E continuo aqui, sem mudanças. Sem alegria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um dia isso irá passar, com certeza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Irei observar tudo o que está acontecendo e estarei mais forte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terei forças o bastante para perdoar e tentar, ao máximo, entender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque de uma maneira ou outra,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje sou eu. E amanhã pode ser você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nunca devemos tratar os outros como não gostaríamos de ser tratados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje sou eu que choro, amanhã pode ser você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-7455853193956739230?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/7455853193956739230/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=7455853193956739230' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/7455853193956739230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/7455853193956739230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2011/04/tento-um-pouco-cada-dia-que-passa.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYYcyrYX5ss/TaQ6wMoJWlI/AAAAAAAAAjk/yTstoevUAAA/s72-c/tumblr_lcgn51rsnF1qf2xlzo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-3286017879884705451</id><published>2011-04-11T00:12:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T00:13:47.599-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Kdtb6u-mP8/TaJxyOCqzDI/AAAAAAAAAi8/2RaRxmPN2n8/s1600/Wait_for_by_Metide.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Kdtb6u-mP8/TaJxyOCqzDI/AAAAAAAAAi8/2RaRxmPN2n8/s320/Wait_for_by_Metide.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594158794724265010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Odeio ter que admitir que os dias continuam difíceis de suportar.&lt;br /&gt;Desacredito de tudo. Não consigo organizar nada dentro da minha mente.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo confuso. Tudo iludido. Pura mentira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes eu acreditava poder tornar diferente, tornar real.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, eu nem sei mais o significado da palavra acreditar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha mente está cheia de inutilidade.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-3286017879884705451?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/3286017879884705451/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=3286017879884705451' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/3286017879884705451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/3286017879884705451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2011/04/odeio-ter-que-admitir-que-os-dias.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Kdtb6u-mP8/TaJxyOCqzDI/AAAAAAAAAi8/2RaRxmPN2n8/s72-c/Wait_for_by_Metide.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-155219083011554822</id><published>2011-04-01T14:07:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T14:09:19.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-71V98PfO_mA/TZYGVjyVlgI/AAAAAAAAAi0/sCcb2QP6GvU/s1600/tumblr_lckz31IzD51qbb92eo1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-71V98PfO_mA/TZYGVjyVlgI/AAAAAAAAAi0/sCcb2QP6GvU/s320/tumblr_lckz31IzD51qbb92eo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590662954880439810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; "&gt;Queria ter o poder de apagar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Tudo aquilo que consome o que existe de alegre em mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas está noite,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Gostaria de fechar os olhos e manter a mente vazia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-155219083011554822?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/155219083011554822/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=155219083011554822' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/155219083011554822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/155219083011554822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2011/04/queria-ter-o-poder-de-apagar-tudo.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-71V98PfO_mA/TZYGVjyVlgI/AAAAAAAAAi0/sCcb2QP6GvU/s72-c/tumblr_lckz31IzD51qbb92eo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-6217042731091539050</id><published>2011-03-01T01:40:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T01:42:41.701-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TLOmpyskf0M/TWx5D9CT6jI/AAAAAAAAAis/8lOdaVo8KjE/s1600/not%252Cseeing%252Cgirl%252Chair%252Cscarf%252Cpolaride%252Cfinds-03426a5cd84b37a15b5d7386fa5c74ca_h_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TLOmpyskf0M/TWx5D9CT6jI/AAAAAAAAAis/8lOdaVo8KjE/s320/not%252Cseeing%252Cgirl%252Chair%252Cscarf%252Cpolaride%252Cfinds-03426a5cd84b37a15b5d7386fa5c74ca_h_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578967147236026930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Estou me cansando aos poucos;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez seja bom, talvez não;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez seja uma fase, talvez não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outro mundo;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outra vida;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outro eu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou meio perdida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E nada, exatamente nada, me ajuda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez eu só precise me fechar, de novo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-6217042731091539050?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/6217042731091539050/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=6217042731091539050' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/6217042731091539050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/6217042731091539050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2011/03/estou-me-cansando-aos-poucos-talvez.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TLOmpyskf0M/TWx5D9CT6jI/AAAAAAAAAis/8lOdaVo8KjE/s72-c/not%252Cseeing%252Cgirl%252Chair%252Cscarf%252Cpolaride%252Cfinds-03426a5cd84b37a15b5d7386fa5c74ca_h_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-2678856282520477625</id><published>2011-02-18T14:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T14:17:13.778-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t0OrGCKCEzY/TV6bZ72pmCI/AAAAAAAAAic/I3fpzXp5-cA/s1600/69157a9093692e0ba0b8671d774e017d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t0OrGCKCEzY/TV6bZ72pmCI/AAAAAAAAAic/I3fpzXp5-cA/s320/69157a9093692e0ba0b8671d774e017d.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575064258597197858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou precisando fugir um pouco da minha vida;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desse mundo que me cerca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muitos podem me encher de perguntas tentando entender algo;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas só digo que, se nem eu entendo, como alguém conseguiria?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se nem eu consigo decifrar em palavras tudo que corre dentro de mim, como alguém me ajudaria?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou perdida;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por dentro, por fora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na realidade, nos sonhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nada mais tem sentido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-2678856282520477625?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/2678856282520477625/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=2678856282520477625' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/2678856282520477625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/2678856282520477625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2011/02/estou-precisando-fugir-um-pouco-da.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t0OrGCKCEzY/TV6bZ72pmCI/AAAAAAAAAic/I3fpzXp5-cA/s72-c/69157a9093692e0ba0b8671d774e017d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-3828302639752744206</id><published>2011-02-18T01:50:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T01:52:38.935-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rlrsJsoOREc/TV3sng6l-3I/AAAAAAAAAiU/2DcDHL5p-aE/s1600/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 360px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rlrsJsoOREc/TV3sng6l-3I/AAAAAAAAAiU/2DcDHL5p-aE/s320/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574872077349288818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sinto vontade de certas coisas;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De dizer certas coisas;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De fazer certas coisas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sinto falta de certas coisas, também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-3828302639752744206?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/3828302639752744206/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=3828302639752744206' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/3828302639752744206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/3828302639752744206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-sinto-vontade-de-certas-coisas-de.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rlrsJsoOREc/TV3sng6l-3I/AAAAAAAAAiU/2DcDHL5p-aE/s72-c/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-1439250043106685664</id><published>2011-02-17T14:31:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T14:37:00.247-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cVTocbmGSro/TV1OHl-385I/AAAAAAAAAiM/NeYQ-YVBc_8/s1600/iludir.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cVTocbmGSro/TV1OHl-385I/AAAAAAAAAiM/NeYQ-YVBc_8/s320/iludir.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574697806116418450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou sentindo falta de algo que ainda não deduzi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Permaneço em um estado de pensamentos alienados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo está em desordem dentro de mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nada se encaixa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As confusões de meus pensamentos estão começando a afetar minhas atitudes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isso está um pouco mais absurdo do que o imaginado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Palavras, pensamentos e memória.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que desgaste. Que cansaço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quanta besteira aglomerada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inteiramente esgotada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-1439250043106685664?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/1439250043106685664/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=1439250043106685664' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/1439250043106685664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/1439250043106685664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2011/02/estou-sentindo-falta-de-algo-que-ainda.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cVTocbmGSro/TV1OHl-385I/AAAAAAAAAiM/NeYQ-YVBc_8/s72-c/iludir.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-6241008313720980573</id><published>2011-02-14T18:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T18:43:59.151-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dUHiG-doYZ8/TVmT2uiMLZI/AAAAAAAAAh8/v2k4GUG35PQ/s1600/Addicted_by_Green_Lemonade.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 444px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dUHiG-doYZ8/TVmT2uiMLZI/AAAAAAAAAh8/v2k4GUG35PQ/s320/Addicted_by_Green_Lemonade.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573648582261353874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez algumas coisas devem ser apenas ignoradas ou superadas;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo acontece por um motivo, mesmo que você nunca saiba o real motivo;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem tudo é tão difícil quanto parece e nem tão fácil como queremos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Certas atitudes acontecem para nós enxergarmos além do que o coração escolhe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você se cansa por nada;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você gasta suas forças por nada;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pare, pense, associe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que vale a pena, afinal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-6241008313720980573?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/6241008313720980573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=6241008313720980573' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/6241008313720980573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/6241008313720980573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2011/02/talvez-algumas-coisas-devem-ser-apenas.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dUHiG-doYZ8/TVmT2uiMLZI/AAAAAAAAAh8/v2k4GUG35PQ/s72-c/Addicted_by_Green_Lemonade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-8058288986161367630</id><published>2011-02-11T17:59:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T18:02:44.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vKypnZbRFC8/TVWVToNGbDI/AAAAAAAAAh0/6vvbTY7WkA8/s1600/2%2Bif%2Bonly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vKypnZbRFC8/TVWVToNGbDI/AAAAAAAAAh0/6vvbTY7WkA8/s320/2%2Bif%2Bonly.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572524278383275058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabe aquela sensação de esperança sem cessar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você fica esperando, esperando e esperando por algo;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que você quer parar de esperar e não consegue;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E também sabe que não virá, pelo menos, não agora, não hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois é, estou assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-8058288986161367630?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/8058288986161367630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=8058288986161367630' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/8058288986161367630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/8058288986161367630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2011/02/sabe-aquela-sensacao-de-esperanca-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vKypnZbRFC8/TVWVToNGbDI/AAAAAAAAAh0/6vvbTY7WkA8/s72-c/2%2Bif%2Bonly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-524327953449996553</id><published>2011-02-11T13:28:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T09:56:09.682-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aVmN0p8-Efc/TVVWb_60IqI/AAAAAAAAAhs/1PlFnNFTNBc/s1600/7cf86b0fe579110ffe81e116da1f526c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572455152955433634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aVmN0p8-Efc/TVVWb_60IqI/AAAAAAAAAhs/1PlFnNFTNBc/s320/7cf86b0fe579110ffe81e116da1f526c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enquanto houver ar em meus pulmões,&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto houver sangue correndo pelas minhas veias,&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto meu coração pulsar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As inutilidades da minha mente irão entrar em conflito;&lt;br /&gt;Assim como ocorre na maior parte do meus dias;&lt;br /&gt;Tento separar em categorias;&lt;br /&gt;Gêneros ou quem sabe, datas;&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo isso é em vão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já tentei deixar a mente vazia, limpa;&lt;br /&gt;E o que eu consegui com isso? Um pensamento a mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Palavras, momentos, memórias correm dentro da minha mente por caminhos sem fim;&lt;br /&gt;E isso é muito mais confuso do que possa parecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou cansada de criar pensamentos;&lt;br /&gt;De lidar com eles;&lt;br /&gt;De tentar apagá-los.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um pensamento antes criado nunca mais sai,&lt;br /&gt;E sua mente nunca irá voltar a forma original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você se torna dependente;&lt;br /&gt;Dependente de palavras, de atitudes, de pensamentos inúteis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou uma criadora de sentimentos inanimados e pensamentos desmotivados.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui dentro de mim, tudo se cria, tudo se torna dependente e nada se liberta.&lt;br /&gt;Antes era algo puro e desconhecido;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é algo, apenas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6828701447238120166-524327953449996553?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/524327953449996553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=524327953449996553' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/524327953449996553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/524327953449996553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2011/02/enquanto-houver-ar-em-meus-pulmoes.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aVmN0p8-Efc/TVVWb_60IqI/AAAAAAAAAhs/1PlFnNFTNBc/s72-c/7cf86b0fe579110ffe81e116da1f526c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-620456066514034097</id><published>2011-02-10T09:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T09:32:40.111-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tmh9BI5QS9A/TVPMvJGD_pI/AAAAAAAAAfw/QvAe8wFt5K8/s1600/coffee_and_cigarettes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572022274254700178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tmh9BI5QS9A/TVPMvJGD_pI/AAAAAAAAAfw/QvAe8wFt5K8/s320/coffee_and_cigarettes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang=""&gt;Faz tempo que não me deprecio nas própria palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe tanta coisa que eu quero falar e sem palavras suficientes me mantenho em silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;Admito que estou me esgotando aos poucos,&lt;br /&gt;E garanto que não é só mais uma força de expressão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma vontade de chorar me consome por inteira,&lt;br /&gt;Mas sem lágrimas para derramar,&lt;br /&gt;Isso se torna um pouco mais intenso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de observar pessoas,&lt;br /&gt;Esperar atitudes,&lt;br /&gt;E acreditar em palavras. &lt;p&gt;Eu tento olhar para dentro de mim mesma,&lt;br /&gt;E encontrar algo, mas o quê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio. Silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;Nada melhor e mais confiante do que o próprio silêncio.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-620456066514034097?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/620456066514034097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=620456066514034097' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/620456066514034097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/620456066514034097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2011/02/faz-tempo-que-nao-me-deprecio-nas.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tmh9BI5QS9A/TVPMvJGD_pI/AAAAAAAAAfw/QvAe8wFt5K8/s72-c/coffee_and_cigarettes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-7787119971467542382</id><published>2010-11-18T17:25:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T17:54:58.146-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.woostercollective.com/2006/11/28/fallinlove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 460px;" src="http://www.woostercollective.com/2006/11/28/fallinlove.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu poderia jogar tudo para o alto e segurar aquilo que me faz bem.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo cairia no chão, menos você.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-7787119971467542382?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/7787119971467542382/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=7787119971467542382' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/7787119971467542382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/7787119971467542382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2010/11/eu-poderia-jogar-tudo-para-o-alto-e.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-7541060535524141784</id><published>2010-10-06T03:02:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T03:16:27.869-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/164/411275479_dd79bd8f5b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/164/411275479_dd79bd8f5b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cansada da desconfiança,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cansada das mentiras,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cansada da futilidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu só queria o sentimento,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu só quero o sentimento,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O momento, o meu momento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso me encontrar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preciso me libertar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixar isso, aquilo, tudo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixar, simplesmente, desaparecer bem diante aos meus olhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver cada dia de uma vez só,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Compreender que as palavras ditas antes já não são as mesmas ditas hoje.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O beijo, o abraço, o carinho, o fator principal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo aglomerado e apagado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foram embora, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ficaram no passado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Longe de mim, longe daqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu ainda posso sentir,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O toque,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A malícia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Consigo fechar os olhos e relembrar dos momentos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Permaneço em silêncio e levo comigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre irei carregar uma metade dentro da minha metade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho aqui no fundo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nesse espaço tão pequeno,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nesse sentimento tão grandioso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-7541060535524141784?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/7541060535524141784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=7541060535524141784' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/7541060535524141784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/7541060535524141784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2010/10/cansada-da-desconfianca-cansada-das.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/164/411275479_dd79bd8f5b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-2093411787702726516</id><published>2010-09-22T15:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T15:08:58.583-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqtgBJBz0Lc/THKukEY9m4I/AAAAAAAABWQ/RQ961gVMbJM/s400/sentimento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 361px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqtgBJBz0Lc/THKukEY9m4I/AAAAAAAABWQ/RQ961gVMbJM/s400/sentimento.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu queria hoje,&lt;br /&gt;era um pouco de você,&lt;br /&gt;pra tirar esse vazio,&lt;br /&gt;pra tornar o momento diferente,&lt;br /&gt;pra trazer alegria ao meu dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu for pedir irá ter um pouco mais de você do que de mim,&lt;br /&gt;meu sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;minhas vontades,&lt;br /&gt;meus desejos,&lt;br /&gt;meus medos,&lt;br /&gt;tudo gira em torno de você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do meu sentimento por você.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-2093411787702726516?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/2093411787702726516/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=2093411787702726516' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/2093411787702726516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/2093411787702726516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2010/09/tudo-o-que-eu-queria-hoje-era-um-pouco.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqtgBJBz0Lc/THKukEY9m4I/AAAAAAAABWQ/RQ961gVMbJM/s72-c/sentimento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-2432956944126096385</id><published>2010-08-20T15:14:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T15:19:14.991-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/TG7GKw6waBI/AAAAAAAAAdk/dai5vAMjEcM/s1600/BXK29423_mudanca-de-temperatura800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507557282553030674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/TG7GKw6waBI/AAAAAAAAAdk/dai5vAMjEcM/s320/BXK29423_mudanca-de-temperatura800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decidi mudar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dei a mim mesma, o tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tempo para olhar dentro de mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tempo para me encontrar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tempo para me perdoar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudei o ritmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mudei o caminho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mudei o sentimento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudei as palavras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mudei as expressões.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mudei as emoções.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudei o momento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mudei o acontecimento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mudei a consequência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudei tudo em minha volta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mudei tudo dentro de mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mudei meu coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudei o ontem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mudo o hoje.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mudarei o amanhã.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-2432956944126096385?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/2432956944126096385/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=2432956944126096385' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/2432956944126096385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/2432956944126096385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2010/08/decidi-mudar_20.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/TG7GKw6waBI/AAAAAAAAAdk/dai5vAMjEcM/s72-c/BXK29423_mudanca-de-temperatura800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-2973036776049133915</id><published>2010-07-21T12:06:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T12:13:05.438-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://loiana.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/mulher20triste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 441px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://loiana.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/mulher20triste.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As coisas não estão em sincronia..&lt;br /&gt;Não mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessa vez, talvez tentar seja complicado..&lt;br /&gt;Devemos enxergar melhor..&lt;br /&gt;Abrir o campo de visão.&lt;br /&gt;Olhe, era assim em seus sonhos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei o que está faltando..&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei o que está atrapalhando..&lt;br /&gt;Mas uma coisa eu sei, não está tudo bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me venham com perguntas..&lt;br /&gt;Nem com dúvidas.&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho respostas, não tenho certezas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só não quero cair, mais uma vez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-2973036776049133915?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/2973036776049133915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=2973036776049133915' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/2973036776049133915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/2973036776049133915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2010/07/as-coisas-nao-estao-em-sincronia_21.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-7263781351480899097</id><published>2010-07-19T10:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T10:15:56.613-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MMRy279Lto/ScQbM52gE4I/AAAAAAAAFTk/7qgJSwTuPfY/s400/LIVRO+++Da++Vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 382px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 379px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MMRy279Lto/ScQbM52gE4I/AAAAAAAAFTk/7qgJSwTuPfY/s400/LIVRO+++Da++Vida.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang=""&gt; &lt;p&gt;Vou olhar para frente e esquecer do passado.&lt;br /&gt;O que não foi resolvido antes, não vai se resolver agora.&lt;br /&gt;O que foi apagado antes, não pode ser relembrado agora.&lt;br /&gt;O que foi feito, já está no passado.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não adianta criar suposições.&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta querer imaginar como seria, o diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta criar esperanças.&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta acreditar que uma atitude nova muda tudo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não acredite em tudo que é falado.&lt;br /&gt;Não acredite em tudo que o seu coração deseja.&lt;br /&gt;E nem desacredite de tudo que sua mente diz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Você está aqui, agora.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não dependa de ninguém para ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Não dependa de atitudes, nem de palavras.&lt;br /&gt;Dependa de você mesmo para sorrir todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;Seu sorriso é lindo, e o mundo precisa de um pouco disso.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Viva hoje intensamente, sem pensar no ontem e sem se preocupar com o amanhã.&lt;br /&gt;Porque neste momento, o hoje é a sua vida.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não tenha medo de criar planos.&lt;br /&gt;Não tenha medo de imaginar uma vida melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Sua vida é feita de sonhos e realizá-los é o seu objetivo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Siga em frente com a cabeça erguida, sempre.&lt;br /&gt;E lembre-se, não se perca em pensamentos negativos e nem sofra com atitudes desgastantes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Viva intensamente, sempre.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-7263781351480899097?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/7263781351480899097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=7263781351480899097' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/7263781351480899097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/7263781351480899097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2010/07/vou-olhar-para-frente-e-esquecer-do.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MMRy279Lto/ScQbM52gE4I/AAAAAAAAFTk/7qgJSwTuPfY/s72-c/LIVRO+++Da++Vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-4061256053861218004</id><published>2010-06-08T23:50:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T23:53:20.570-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blogs.ya.com/vidadepapel/files/vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 329px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://blogs.ya.com/vidadepapel/files/vida.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span lang=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu quero sentimentos novos..&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero pensamentos novos..&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero momentos novos..&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero fotos novas..&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero tudo novo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sinto falta da ansiedade..&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta da curiosidade..&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta da vontade..&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta do desejo..&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta da saudade..&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta de você!&lt;/p&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/6828701447238120166-4061256053861218004?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/4061256053861218004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=4061256053861218004' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/4061256053861218004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/4061256053861218004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2010/06/eu-quero-sentimentos-novos.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-1704771444550281523</id><published>2010-06-07T11:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T11:06:31.296-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHjMKaKLPCI/RwUJ6wfeoRI/AAAAAAAAAcE/AOYWANOd7g0/s400/102236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 378px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHjMKaKLPCI/RwUJ6wfeoRI/AAAAAAAAAcE/AOYWANOd7g0/s400/102236.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span lang=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Estou com os pensamentos avoados..&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes vago sorrindo sem motivo..&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes deito nas próprias lágrimas..&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes tudo está confuso..&lt;br /&gt;Por que nada pode ser perfeito?&lt;br /&gt;Por que não é perfeito?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Atitudes cansativas..&lt;br /&gt;Palavras sem sentimento..&lt;br /&gt;Você pensa da mesma forma que eu?&lt;br /&gt;Você sente o mesmo que eu?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Estou em um sentido sem fim..&lt;br /&gt;É com você?&lt;/p&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/6828701447238120166-1704771444550281523?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/1704771444550281523/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=1704771444550281523' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/1704771444550281523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/1704771444550281523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2010/06/estou-com-os-pensamentos-avoados.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHjMKaKLPCI/RwUJ6wfeoRI/AAAAAAAAAcE/AOYWANOd7g0/s72-c/102236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-4445879634089478536</id><published>2010-02-08T08:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T08:07:01.498-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/S2_iNo0r14I/AAAAAAAAAc8/_1glN7FxFA8/s1600-h/hurt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/S2_iNo0r14I/AAAAAAAAAc8/_1glN7FxFA8/s320/hurt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435811999184050050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto que estou me prejudicando..&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que estou fazendo tudo ser mais complicado..&lt;br /&gt;Mas às vezes..&lt;br /&gt;Parece tão certo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero tanto essa vida..&lt;br /&gt;Mas também quero muito a outra vida..&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei o quanto mais posso aguentar..&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu sei o quanto você vai aguentar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu disse o que aconteceria..&lt;br /&gt;Eu te garanti de como seria..&lt;br /&gt;Continuo errada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fecho meus olhos..&lt;br /&gt;E não queria estar aqui, agora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-4445879634089478536?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/4445879634089478536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=4445879634089478536' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/4445879634089478536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/4445879634089478536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2010/02/eu-sinto-que-estou-me-prejudicando.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/S2_iNo0r14I/AAAAAAAAAc8/_1glN7FxFA8/s72-c/hurt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-848145761528779339</id><published>2010-01-28T00:27:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T00:31:27.898-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/S2D21AMZitI/AAAAAAAAAcs/KNii_LrbHDo/s1600-h/efemero-adeus1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 354px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/S2D21AMZitI/AAAAAAAAAcs/KNii_LrbHDo/s320/efemero-adeus1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431612541054323410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Única coisa que digo agora é..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adeus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-848145761528779339?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/848145761528779339/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=848145761528779339' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/848145761528779339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/848145761528779339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2010/01/unica-coisa-que-posso-dizer-agora-e.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/S2D21AMZitI/AAAAAAAAAcs/KNii_LrbHDo/s72-c/efemero-adeus1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-1648737559549309693</id><published>2010-01-27T01:23:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T01:28:13.323-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/S1-ybyPOjvI/AAAAAAAAAcc/CARsgu7NYwE/s1600-h/felicidade_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/S1-ybyPOjvI/AAAAAAAAAcc/CARsgu7NYwE/s320/felicidade_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431255866043961074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que vai ser difícil..&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto!&lt;br /&gt;Mas, isso é possível..&lt;br /&gt;Basta tentar..&lt;br /&gt;Basta acreditar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momentos jamais serão esquecidos..&lt;br /&gt;Jamais apagados!&lt;br /&gt;Te levo em mim, para sempre..&lt;br /&gt;Mas, no momento..&lt;br /&gt;O correto está acontecendo agora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrependimento? A vida é cheia dele.&lt;br /&gt;Sofrimento? Um novo sorriso irá surgir após isso.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca deixe de viver..&lt;br /&gt;Nunca esqueça da alegria que ainda existe..&lt;br /&gt;A vida continua..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dia ainda não acabou!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-1648737559549309693?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/1648737559549309693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=1648737559549309693' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/1648737559549309693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/1648737559549309693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2010/01/eu-sei-que-vai-ser-dificil.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/S1-ybyPOjvI/AAAAAAAAAcc/CARsgu7NYwE/s72-c/felicidade_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-4990718024749005520</id><published>2009-12-16T00:42:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T00:48:05.557-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SyhJJ_L6TrI/AAAAAAAAAcI/57T3FkyEgxE/s1600-h/1218862679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 364px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415658987842064050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SyhJJ_L6TrI/AAAAAAAAAcI/57T3FkyEgxE/s320/1218862679.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os sentimentos estão cada vez mais intensos..&lt;br /&gt;Assim como o cair das lágrimas..&lt;br /&gt;Como a respiração ofegante..&lt;br /&gt;Como o medo que me controla por inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medo do futuro..&lt;br /&gt;Das decisões..&lt;br /&gt;E de suas consequências.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu tivesse que escolher entre o agora e o antes..&lt;br /&gt;Não pensaria duas vezes, não hesitaria..&lt;br /&gt;Escolheria o agora, escolheria você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que eu tenho hoje..&lt;br /&gt;Se resume em você..&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que eu quero agora..&lt;br /&gt;Se resume em você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que eu sinto..&lt;br /&gt;De bom, de ruim..&lt;br /&gt;De alegre, de triste..&lt;br /&gt;De fraqueza, de força..&lt;br /&gt;Se resume em você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque você é o meu bem, o meu mal..&lt;br /&gt;Minha droga..&lt;br /&gt;Meu desejo..&lt;br /&gt;Minha vontade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero apagar isso..&lt;br /&gt;Não quero esquecer isso..&lt;br /&gt;Quero viver constantemente por você..&lt;br /&gt;E com você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Eu amo você&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;sz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-4990718024749005520?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/4990718024749005520/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=4990718024749005520' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/4990718024749005520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/4990718024749005520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2009/12/os-sentimentos-estao-cada-vez-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SyhJJ_L6TrI/AAAAAAAAAcI/57T3FkyEgxE/s72-c/1218862679.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-2585480073420830390</id><published>2009-12-15T20:43:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T20:46:48.876-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SygROnRcoWI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Err7cp_d9ko/s1600-h/amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415597494671024482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SygROnRcoWI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Err7cp_d9ko/s320/amor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quanto mais o tempo passa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mais eu tenho a certeza..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De que é &lt;strong&gt;VOCÊ&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O que sinto hoje..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nunca senti antes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Te amo, vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sz&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/6828701447238120166-2585480073420830390?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/2585480073420830390/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=2585480073420830390' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/2585480073420830390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/2585480073420830390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2009/12/quanto-mais-o-tempo-passa.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SygROnRcoWI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Err7cp_d9ko/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-5430071729720067631</id><published>2009-12-09T15:12:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T15:20:13.517-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/Sx_akR86-AI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/G_W0y-6_0i0/s1600-h/alegria-guri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413285593951696898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/Sx_akR86-AI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/G_W0y-6_0i0/s320/alegria-guri.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minto ao dizer a mim mesma que hoje será um dia melhor daquele que já passou..&lt;br /&gt;Engano a mim mesma ao dizer que hoje serei mais forte, que irei superar e que irei fazer a diferença..&lt;br /&gt;Sentir um momento de esperança..&lt;br /&gt;Um momento que dê a mim uma força antes inexistente..&lt;br /&gt;Não significa que assim será até o fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me engano e me magoo cada vez mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, o tempo passa..&lt;br /&gt;As coisas acontecem..&lt;br /&gt;Não evitamos frustações..&lt;br /&gt;Não evitamos decepções.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos surpreendidos todos os dias..&lt;br /&gt;Hoje posso estar na pior..&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã posso estar na melhor..&lt;br /&gt;E semana que vem minha vida pode estar completamente diferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A alegria está comigo, eu sei..&lt;br /&gt;Só tenho que segurá-la e não soltar, nunca mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso seguir em frente com o pensamento de que..&lt;br /&gt;"Tudo é o melhor pra VOCÊ!" Sempre!&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que acontecer, é porque é o melhor pra mim..&lt;br /&gt;Tudo tem um lado bom e ruim..&lt;br /&gt;E eu tenho que acreditar e confiar que o lado positivo que vai estar comigo! &lt;strong&gt;SEMPRE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Obrigada de coração pelo comentário deixado no post anterior. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Me ajudou a tentar, pelo menos, enxergar algumas coisas de forma diferente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;A mostrar que nem tudo vai desabar, e que nem tudo é tão ruim quanto parece. Afinal, nem tudo acontece para o nosso pior, ou melhor, nada é pro nosso pior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Então, reforçando, &lt;strong&gt;obrigada&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/6828701447238120166-5430071729720067631?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/5430071729720067631/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=5430071729720067631' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/5430071729720067631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/5430071729720067631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2009/12/minto-ao-dizer-mim-mesma-que-hoje-sera.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/Sx_akR86-AI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/G_W0y-6_0i0/s72-c/alegria-guri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-451730257904547544</id><published>2009-12-08T17:25:00.013-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T18:12:27.940-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/Sx6oUFCpQzI/AAAAAAAAAbI/qCYMswpcvvE/s1600-h/29251c685acdeac37f1c9ce283c6bad8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 282px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 364px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412948865050034994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/Sx6oUFCpQzI/AAAAAAAAAbI/qCYMswpcvvE/s320/29251c685acdeac37f1c9ce283c6bad8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não paro de pensar em você..&lt;br /&gt;E é agonizante sentir a sua falta ao ficar longe de você!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫ Without you I don't think I can live..&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could give the world to you..&lt;br /&gt;But love is all I have to give! ♫&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-451730257904547544?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/451730257904547544/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=451730257904547544' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/451730257904547544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/451730257904547544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/Sx6oUFCpQzI/AAAAAAAAAbI/qCYMswpcvvE/s72-c/29251c685acdeac37f1c9ce283c6bad8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-5096335592632778862</id><published>2009-11-27T13:49:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T14:03:52.502-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/Sw_1fmD7hgI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Aj7UACndhrg/s1600/tempo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408811600637036034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 432px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/Sw_1fmD7hgI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Aj7UACndhrg/s320/tempo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca se justifique para ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque a pessoa que gosta de você não precisa que você faça isso, e quem não gosta não acreditará.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não deixe que alguém se torne uma prioridade em sua vida, quando você é somente uma possível opção na vida dessa pessoa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relacionamentos funcionam melhor quando são equilibrados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De manhã quando você acorda, você tem simplesmente duas opções: voltar a dormir e a sonhar ou levantar e correr atrás dos seus sonhos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A escolha é sua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nós fazemos chorar aqueles que cuidam de nós. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nós choramos por aqueles que nunca cuidam de nós. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E nós cuidamos daqueles que nunca vão chorar por nós. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Essa é a vida, é estranho mas é verdade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma vez que você entenda isso, nunca será tarde demais para mudar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não faça promessas quando você estiver alegre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não responda quando você estiver triste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não tome decisões quando você estiver zangado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pense duas vezes.. Seja esperto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O tempo é como um rio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você nunca poderá tocar a mesma água duas vezes, porque a água que passou nunca passará novamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aproveite cada minuto da sua vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se você continuar dizendo que está ocupado, então você nunca estará livre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se você continuar dizendo que não tem tempo, então você nunca terá tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se você continuar dizendo que fará isso amanhã, então o amanhã nunca chegará.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Have a nice day!"&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/6828701447238120166-5096335592632778862?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/5096335592632778862/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=5096335592632778862' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/5096335592632778862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/5096335592632778862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2009/11/nunca-se-justifique-para-ninguem.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/Sw_1fmD7hgI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Aj7UACndhrg/s72-c/tempo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-3304243248528415589</id><published>2009-11-20T18:50:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T21:23:24.012-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SwcBTdFtZLI/AAAAAAAAAao/wmKJhsDLoaQ/s1600/sunshine_by_karae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 349px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406291311419286706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SwcBTdFtZLI/AAAAAAAAAao/wmKJhsDLoaQ/s320/sunshine_by_karae.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nos braços de um anjo..&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria estar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu junte os pedaços..&lt;br /&gt;E monta a minha vida de forma correta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu poderia encontrar um jeito..&lt;br /&gt;De ser e fazer diferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não falo o que penso..&lt;br /&gt;É tão inútil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu quebrar um copo..&lt;br /&gt;Os pedaços podem se tornar um copo novamente?&lt;br /&gt;Vou juntando..&lt;br /&gt;Até ficar perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por aqui vou ficando..&lt;br /&gt;Arrastando-me pelo único caminho que consigo enxergar..&lt;br /&gt;Tornando-me aquilo que nunca conseguirei decifrar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-3304243248528415589?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/3304243248528415589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=3304243248528415589' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/3304243248528415589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/3304243248528415589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2009/11/nos-bracos-de-um-anjo.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SwcBTdFtZLI/AAAAAAAAAao/wmKJhsDLoaQ/s72-c/sunshine_by_karae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-7993195193831623338</id><published>2009-10-27T17:10:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T17:20:41.645-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SudHsim68QI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tzQ-IZJ7E9c/s1600-h/2001_Not_Another_Teen_149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397361508956696834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SudHsim68QI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tzQ-IZJ7E9c/s320/2001_Not_Another_Teen_149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes i feel i've got to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Às vezes eu sinto que tenho que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run away i've got to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Fugir, eu tenho que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Escapar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;From the pain you drive into the heart of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Da dor que você empurrou no meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The love we share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;O amor que compartilhamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Seems to go nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Parece ir para lugar nenhum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And i've lost my light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;E eu perdi minha luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For i toss and turn i can't sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Para eu arremessar e virar, eu não consigo dormir à noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once i ran to you (i ran)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Antes eu corria para você (Eu Corria)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'll run from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Agora eu correrei de você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This tainted love you've given&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Este amor estragado que você tem me dado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you all a boy could give you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Eu te dei tudo que um garoto poderia te dar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Take my tears and that's not nearly all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Pegue minhas lágrimas e isso não é realmente tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tainted love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Amor estragado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ooh...tainted love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ooh... Amor estragado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now i know i've got to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Agora eu sei que tenho que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Run away i've got to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Fugir, eu tenho que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Escapar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You don't really want it any more from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Você realmente não quis algo de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Fazer as coisas certas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need someone to hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Você precisa de alguém para te segurar firme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And you'll think love is to pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;E você pensará que amor é pra rezar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But i'm sorry i don't pray that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;me desculpe, mais eu não rezo de jeito nenhum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once i ran to you (i ran)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Uma vez eu corri para você (Eu Corri)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'll run from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Agora eu correrei de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tainted love you've given&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Este amor estragado que você tem me dado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I give you all a boy could give you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Eu te dei tudo que um garoto poderia te dar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Take my tears and that's not nearly all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Pegue minhas lágrimas e não é quase tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tainted love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Amor estragado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ooh...tainted love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ooh... amor estragado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't touch me please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Não me toque, por favor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stand the way you tease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Eu não suporto o jeito que você implica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you though you hurt me so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Eu amo você, embora você me magoe tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm going to pack my things and go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Agora embrulharei minhas coisas e irei embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch me baby, tainted love, touch me baby, tainted love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Me toque, baby, amor estragado&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/6828701447238120166-7993195193831623338?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/7993195193831623338/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=7993195193831623338' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/7993195193831623338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/7993195193831623338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2009/10/sometimes-i-feel-ive-got-to-as-vezes-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SudHsim68QI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tzQ-IZJ7E9c/s72-c/2001_Not_Another_Teen_149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-3707720447225255902</id><published>2009-10-07T14:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T14:31:53.312-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SszO6Kpz1cI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ni01RDsKQ-Q/s1600-h/145331post_foto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 313px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SszO6Kpz1cI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ni01RDsKQ-Q/s320/145331post_foto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389910352743093698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Today, today I bet my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, hoje apostei minha vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;You have no idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você não faz idéia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;What I feel inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do que sinto por dentro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Don't, be afraid to let it show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenha medo de demonstrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;For you'll never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois nunca saberá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;If you let it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não deixar sair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;You love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você me ama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Take this gift and don't ask why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aceite este presente e não pergunte o porquê&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Cause if you will let me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois se você me permitir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'll take what scares you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou pegar o que lhe assusta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Hold it deep inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E guardar lá dentro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And if you ask me why I'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se me perguntar porque... Estou com você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And why I'll never leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E porque nunca lhe deixarei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Love will show you everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor vai lhe mostrar tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;One day, when youth is just a memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, quando a juventude for só uma memória&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I know you'll be standing right next to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que você estará ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;You love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você me ama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Take this gift and don't ask why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aceite este presente e não pergunte o porquê&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Cause if you will let me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois se você me permitir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'll take what scares you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou pegar o que assusta você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Hold it deep inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E guardar lá dentro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And if you ask me why I'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se me perguntar porque... Estou com você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And why I'll never leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E porque nunca deixarei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My love will show you everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor vai lhe mostrar tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Our love will show us everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nosso amor vai nos mostrar tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;- queria que você soubesse que enquanto eu tiver você ao meu lado..&lt;br /&gt;tudo estará bem!&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/6828701447238120166-3707720447225255902?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/3707720447225255902/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=3707720447225255902' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/3707720447225255902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/3707720447225255902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-today-i-bet-my-life-hoje-hoje.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SszO6Kpz1cI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ni01RDsKQ-Q/s72-c/145331post_foto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-5742870286626581142</id><published>2009-10-06T10:46:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T10:57:57.247-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SstLpgKVnOI/AAAAAAAAAaI/DD3ukWAA7Cs/s1600-h/SNC00088_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389484555458944226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SstLpgKVnOI/AAAAAAAAAaI/DD3ukWAA7Cs/s320/SNC00088_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembra daqueles momentos?&lt;br /&gt;Eu jamais os esquecerei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembra quando ao acordar..&lt;br /&gt;Eu via você.&lt;br /&gt;Cada passo, cada caminho..&lt;br /&gt;Ao seu lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso dá saudade..&lt;br /&gt;Isso era felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Eu penso, relembro e choro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não queria me sentir assim..&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me senti assim..&lt;br /&gt;E nunca pensei que me sentiria assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só quero pensar..&lt;br /&gt;E guardar em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Cada sorriso seu..&lt;br /&gt;Cada carinho seu..&lt;br /&gt;Cada &lt;em&gt;"te amo"&lt;/em&gt; seu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só isso me faz seguir em frente..&lt;br /&gt;Só isso me faz lembrar de tudo que passou e saber que pode ser assim de novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu choro de raiva..&lt;br /&gt;Eu choro de dor..&lt;br /&gt;Eu choro de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, minhas lágrimas são passageiras..&lt;br /&gt;O sentimento é eterno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;eu.te.amo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&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/6828701447238120166-5742870286626581142?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/5742870286626581142/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=5742870286626581142' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/5742870286626581142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/5742870286626581142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2009/10/lembra-daqueles-momentos-eu-jamais-os.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SstLpgKVnOI/AAAAAAAAAaI/DD3ukWAA7Cs/s72-c/SNC00088_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-5831623812977760396</id><published>2009-10-06T10:42:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T10:45:49.520-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SstJX0cw4oI/AAAAAAAAAaA/1nvj8ZP252E/s1600-h/pesadelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 361px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389482052644037250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SstJX0cw4oI/AAAAAAAAAaA/1nvj8ZP252E/s320/pesadelo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos..&lt;br /&gt;Palavras..&lt;br /&gt;Atitudes..&lt;br /&gt;Me perseguem..&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mais desagradáveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que fazer, quando a única vontade é..&lt;br /&gt;O que pensar, quando o único pensamento é..&lt;br /&gt;O que dizer, quando a única palavra é..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Give Up"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mas, aqui dentro é mais forte..&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que não pareça..&lt;br /&gt;Não sou dessas..&lt;br /&gt;Não sou fácil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se isso acontecer..&lt;br /&gt;Não estarei desistindo de você..&lt;br /&gt;Estarei desistindo de nós..&lt;br /&gt;Desistindo da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de um ombro..&lt;br /&gt;De uma esperança..&lt;br /&gt;Daquelas palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está tudo mudado..&lt;br /&gt;Tudo diferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enxergo opaco..&lt;br /&gt;Enxergo embaçado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não estou forte o suficiente..&lt;br /&gt;Não estou bem o suficiente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero acordar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Foi apenas um pesadelo?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que sim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-5831623812977760396?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/5831623812977760396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=5831623812977760396' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/5831623812977760396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/5831623812977760396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2009/10/pensamentos.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SstJX0cw4oI/AAAAAAAAAaA/1nvj8ZP252E/s72-c/pesadelo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-6615692720927987288</id><published>2009-09-23T11:47:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T11:52:45.773-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/Sro1CESjFwI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/pM-0BkZDs2U/s1600-h/vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 361px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384674614102398722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/Sro1CESjFwI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/pM-0BkZDs2U/s320/vida.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quantos momentos esquecidos..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quantos sentimentos modificados..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras ignoradas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lágrimas incontroláveis..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que a vida seria melhor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seus lábios tremem..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sua boca está seca..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seus olhos brilham..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sua face se encontra molhada..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E você sabe por quê?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenta descobrir o porquê?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um dia inteiro para chorar..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outro dia inteiro para sorrir..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje, estou chorando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amanhã, estarei sorrindo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sentimento de dúvida..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De indecisão..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De decepção..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rodeia meu corpo 24 horas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt; Mas por quê?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt; Fechar os olhos e ser guiada pela música da vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você a conhece?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu tento esquecê-la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-6615692720927987288?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/6615692720927987288/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=6615692720927987288' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/6615692720927987288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/6615692720927987288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2009/09/quantos-momentos-esquecidos.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/Sro1CESjFwI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/pM-0BkZDs2U/s72-c/vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-7009889785215043991</id><published>2009-07-07T22:31:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T11:58:27.931-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SlP3D7DaZZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/etW8nM41axc/s1600-h/foto%2520segunda%2520chance%2520arrependimento.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355896028637324690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SlP3D7DaZZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/etW8nM41axc/s320/foto%2520segunda%2520chance%2520arrependimento.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Arrependimento não traz de volta aqueles momentos..&lt;br /&gt;Sofrer agora não irá apagar tudo aquilo..&lt;br /&gt;Derramar lágrimas por coisas inúteis não irão substituir..&lt;br /&gt;Talvez minha chance tenha sido lançada..&lt;br /&gt;Talvez o AGORA seja o correto..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poderia julgar todas as horas que passaram..&lt;br /&gt;Eu julgo aquilo que não tenho..&lt;br /&gt;E ignoro aquilo que tenho..&lt;br /&gt;Choro por não conseguir..&lt;br /&gt;Choro por não notar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me conformo com tantas coisas..&lt;br /&gt;Mas me sinto frágil com muitas coisas mais..&lt;br /&gt;O amanhã eu posso criar..&lt;br /&gt;O hoje já passou, em vão..&lt;br /&gt;E o ontem, foi ontem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas atitudes me trazem sentimentos tão sem encantamento..&lt;br /&gt;Isso me deixa abalada..&lt;br /&gt;Isso me deixa atrapalhada..&lt;br /&gt;Entender? Eu tento..&lt;br /&gt;Aceitar? Mudar? Nas possibilidades de cada ato individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note. Repare. Admire.&lt;br /&gt;Isso pode ser diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Isso pode ser VOCÊ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-7009889785215043991?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/7009889785215043991/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=7009889785215043991' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/7009889785215043991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/7009889785215043991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2009/07/arrependimento-nao-tras-de-volta.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SlP3D7DaZZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/etW8nM41axc/s72-c/foto%2520segunda%2520chance%2520arrependimento.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-9079490592565293327</id><published>2009-06-18T11:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T11:50:34.355-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SjpTtBtURvI/AAAAAAAAAZo/r4sCMPLgSHY/s1600-h/viver.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348679540473612018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SjpTtBtURvI/AAAAAAAAAZo/r4sCMPLgSHY/s320/viver.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse tempo que não chega..&lt;br /&gt;Os pensamentos estão esgotados..&lt;br /&gt;Busco um reforço no inexistente..&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me possuida..&lt;br /&gt;Possuida pela dependência..&lt;br /&gt;Possuida pelo amor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entregar talvez seja meu maior medo..&lt;br /&gt;Temo cada passo a mais que dou..&lt;br /&gt;Me expresso de formas tão insignificantes..&lt;br /&gt;Inconformada..&lt;br /&gt;Alienada..&lt;br /&gt;Atrapalhada..&lt;br /&gt;Palavras não irão dizer o que realmente estou sentindo.. neste exato momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me faça perguntas..&lt;br /&gt;Não me deixe repleta de dúvidas..&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de informações completas..&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de experiências vividas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota a diferença..&lt;br /&gt;Entre o agora e o antes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma fragilidade toma conta do meu corpo..&lt;br /&gt;Talvez me jogar seja a única solução.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-9079490592565293327?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/9079490592565293327/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=9079490592565293327' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/9079490592565293327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/9079490592565293327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2009/06/esse-tempo-que-nao-chega.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SjpTtBtURvI/AAAAAAAAAZo/r4sCMPLgSHY/s72-c/viver.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-8756183297019645089</id><published>2009-06-17T17:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T17:11:29.533-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SjlNcPnlD0I/AAAAAAAAAZg/pjKiIWaLg_A/s1600-h/3536266902_ca2719798e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348391180103388994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 344px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SjlNcPnlD0I/AAAAAAAAAZg/pjKiIWaLg_A/s320/3536266902_ca2719798e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fico contando as horas para minha segunda chance..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Espero tanto essa oportunidade..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Espero tanto que o tempo me mostre o momento certo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero estar bem longe daqui..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero adormecer nos braços de um anjo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero voar através de sonhos..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero realizar seus maiores desejos..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero tirar seus medos..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero guardar dentro de mim cada sorriso seu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes eu me confudo com muitas coisas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Às vezes minha decisão se torna minha maior aliada..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outras vezes sou enganada e me contento apenas com lágrimas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras já não são suficientes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sentimentos já não são únicos..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se encontram, se entrelaçam, se machucam..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O silêncio pode ser o melhor amigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha respiração está ofegante..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os batimentos cardiacos estão tão acelerados..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preciso de uma distração..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preciso encontrar o meu equilibrio..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mudar se torna necessário.&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/6828701447238120166-8756183297019645089?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/8756183297019645089/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=8756183297019645089' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/8756183297019645089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/8756183297019645089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2009/06/fico-contando-as-horas-para-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SjlNcPnlD0I/AAAAAAAAAZg/pjKiIWaLg_A/s72-c/3536266902_ca2719798e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-2690248183303851620</id><published>2009-06-16T23:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:31:47.197-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SjhVVYyuHNI/AAAAAAAAAZY/It9i5rXWOb4/s1600-h/ERROS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348118383423266002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 355px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SjhVVYyuHNI/AAAAAAAAAZY/It9i5rXWOb4/s320/ERROS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não posso voltar atrás e fazer um novo começo..&lt;br /&gt;Mas posso começar agora e fazer um novo final!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o meu final, eu quero com você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No momento em que meus lábios sentiram o calor dos seus..&lt;br /&gt;Tudo mudou e eu nem tinha notado..&lt;br /&gt;A eternidade se tornou possível..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração já não faz mais parte de mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou decidida.&lt;br /&gt;A partir deste momento, eu vivo somente por você.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-2690248183303851620?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/2690248183303851620/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=2690248183303851620' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/2690248183303851620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/2690248183303851620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2009/06/nao-posso-voltar-atras-e-fazer-um-novo.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SjhVVYyuHNI/AAAAAAAAAZY/It9i5rXWOb4/s72-c/ERROS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-1899654501345248468</id><published>2009-06-10T10:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T11:05:32.497-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/Si-8bRiaV7I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/GnLRl-XjVXM/s1600-h/floor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345698459462293426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 361px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/Si-8bRiaV7I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/GnLRl-XjVXM/s320/floor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou me desgastando lentamente..&lt;br /&gt;Os sintomas estão cada vez mais evidentes..&lt;br /&gt;Sem chances de recuperação..&lt;br /&gt;Sem possibilidades de volta..&lt;br /&gt;Talvez se o tempo parasse naquele instante..&lt;br /&gt;Eu não estaria aqui hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje está mais nublado do que normalmente..&lt;br /&gt;Ontem eu senti gotas escorrerem pela minha face..&lt;br /&gt;Uma face sombria que conseguia refletir um sorriso perante a nada..&lt;br /&gt;Meu olhar não tem o mesmo brilho de antigamente..&lt;br /&gt;Minha visão está opaca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que as mudanças são normais?&lt;br /&gt;Será que eu serei forte o bastante para me erguer quando cair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me rastejo no granito da perdição..&lt;br /&gt;Me rastejo diante ao tempo frio..&lt;br /&gt;As gotas de chuva que caem..&lt;br /&gt;São iguais as lágrimas que molham a pele insensivel..&lt;br /&gt;Gotas frias, sem rumo..&lt;br /&gt;Sem ilusão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes, eu me considero capaz de mudar..&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes, eu me culpo de atos inesperados..&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes, eu esqueço de tudo..&lt;br /&gt;Mas são nesses às vezes, que ficam minhas maiores angustias e decepções..&lt;br /&gt;São neles que ponho tudo de fraco que nasceu dentro de mim..&lt;br /&gt;Porque nunca será diferente do real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-1899654501345248468?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/1899654501345248468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=1899654501345248468' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/1899654501345248468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/1899654501345248468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2009/06/estou-me-desgastando-lentamente.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/Si-8bRiaV7I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/GnLRl-XjVXM/s72-c/floor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-5560865639106656497</id><published>2009-06-04T23:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T00:12:14.114-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SiiMDZfIfwI/AAAAAAAAAZI/WLceoe4EVAI/s1600-h/mi_amor_by_sundropstonight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SiiMDZfIfwI/AAAAAAAAAZI/WLceoe4EVAI/s320/mi_amor_by_sundropstonight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343674947884056322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O jeito que você me olha..&lt;br /&gt;O jeito que você me toca..&lt;br /&gt;Nada se compara a isso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A forma que nossos lábios se encontram..&lt;br /&gt;A forma que nossos corpos se envolvem..&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso sentir isso a noite toda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero você..&lt;br /&gt;Quero estar com você..&lt;br /&gt;Quero amanhecer ao seu lado todos os dias da minha vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fique perto de mim..&lt;br /&gt;Fique dentro de mim..&lt;br /&gt;Permaneça aqui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazer o dia ser perfeito..&lt;br /&gt;Fazer o dia ser eterno..&lt;br /&gt;Seja meu para sempre!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; eu te amo&lt;/span&gt; mais do que ontem, mas não tanto quanto amanhã &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-5560865639106656497?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/5560865639106656497/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=5560865639106656497' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/5560865639106656497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/5560865639106656497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-jeito-que-voce-me-olha.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SiiMDZfIfwI/AAAAAAAAAZI/WLceoe4EVAI/s72-c/mi_amor_by_sundropstonight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-7324132008576426795</id><published>2009-06-02T13:11:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:17:28.587-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SiVP8W9SlaI/AAAAAAAAAZA/WWUDuqQsrlQ/s1600-h/Caminho_Sombrio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342764431318357410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 346px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SiVP8W9SlaI/AAAAAAAAAZA/WWUDuqQsrlQ/s320/Caminho_Sombrio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No silêncio dessa escuridão, sinto o relevo de cada passo que dou..&lt;br /&gt;Soluços me atormentam nos segundos que vão se anulando..&lt;br /&gt;Vozes confusas entram em conflito com respirações multiplicadas..&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo ver nada, mas posso sentir cada transpiração..&lt;br /&gt;Flashes de luz me guiam para um caminho sem destino..&lt;br /&gt;Acesas, apagadas..&lt;br /&gt;Velas escuras e vermelhas com fogo ardente que queimam a pele sem tocar..&lt;br /&gt;Claridade que ilumina ainda o que resta de bom dentro de mim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nada está diferente..&lt;br /&gt;Apenas &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;cinzento&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhar o calendário..&lt;br /&gt;Observar as datas que vão desaparecendo conforme o passar das horas..&lt;br /&gt;Amizades esquecidas..&lt;br /&gt;Lembranças desvalorizadas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;em&gt;inconsciente&lt;/em&gt; permanece &lt;em&gt;sóbrio&lt;/em&gt; neste milésimo de momento!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-7324132008576426795?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/7324132008576426795/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=7324132008576426795' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/7324132008576426795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/7324132008576426795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-silencio-dessa-escuridao-sinto-o.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SiVP8W9SlaI/AAAAAAAAAZA/WWUDuqQsrlQ/s72-c/Caminho_Sombrio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-6162740300510373313</id><published>2009-04-23T13:09:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T13:21:45.055-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SfCS9uE4mTI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/6yg9pFA1SvM/s1600-h/liies.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327919948217489714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SfCS9uE4mTI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/6yg9pFA1SvM/s320/liies.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ my thoughts u can't decode ]&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;br /&gt;. There's something..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see in u..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It might kill me !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody Lies.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei o que devo fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Acho melhor permanecer em silêncio e deixar meus vermes internos me consumirem por completo.&lt;br /&gt;Estou em decomposição de dentro para fora, do irreal para o real.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo vai se multiplicandoo em questão de milésimos e as coisas vão ficando mais confusas e insolucionáveis.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que em um momento parecia correto, hoje é só mais um absurdo que devemos levar conosco para tornar a vida suportável por um instante qualquer.&lt;br /&gt;Vivo de pensamentos obscenos e de atitudes inaceitáveis.&lt;br /&gt;Repito os refrões e sigo poluindo as verdades nos sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;Julgo a traição, mas cumpro pena de morte no quesito das mentiras.&lt;br /&gt;Atos mudam qualquer palavra.&lt;br /&gt;Porém, minhas frases confundem qualquer ato inesperado.&lt;br /&gt;Sinta na pele o calor do proibido, se entregue para o amor verdadeiro e negue até a morte comentários sem provas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-6162740300510373313?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/6162740300510373313/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=6162740300510373313' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/6162740300510373313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/6162740300510373313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-thoughts-u-cant-decode.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SfCS9uE4mTI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/6yg9pFA1SvM/s72-c/liies.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-6919717252165812435</id><published>2009-04-16T12:09:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T12:17:58.824-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325306806530962370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SedKU2s_c8I/AAAAAAAAAYI/2grCzw3oQzE/s320/MULHER_CONFUSA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Eu prefiro nem..&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what i prefer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá que dia hoje.&lt;br /&gt;I'm confuse.&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã é algum dia importante?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i move out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe..&lt;br /&gt;As coisas mudem.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling isn't the same.&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa confusão está me deixando louca..&lt;br /&gt;Esses dias estão cada vez mais acelerados..&lt;br /&gt;Antes os momentos eram lentos..&lt;br /&gt;Agora eles são simplesmente incontáveis..&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria poder estar diferente..&lt;br /&gt;Tornar diferente..&lt;br /&gt;Mas não me conheço e nem sei do que sou capaz..&lt;br /&gt;Sua face atormenta meus pensamentos mais tenebrosos..&lt;br /&gt;Sua voz ecoa dentro de mim por completo..&lt;br /&gt;Seu cheiro, seu toque fica em mim sem notar..&lt;br /&gt;Eu tentei te dizer o que estava acontecendo..&lt;br /&gt;Eu tentei fazer você provar do meu coração..&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou me perdendo naquilo de novo..&lt;br /&gt;O que posso fazer se isso é inevitável..&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca vou mudar..&lt;br /&gt;E a solidão começa a me consumir novamente..&lt;br /&gt;Pensei que fosse passageiro..&lt;br /&gt;Pensei que fosse acabar..&lt;br /&gt;Mas voltou e continua a voltar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se nem eu entendo essas palavras..&lt;br /&gt;Como você conseguirá traduzi-las?&lt;br /&gt;Não tente descobrir o que não existe..&lt;br /&gt;Mude seus pensamentos sobre mim..&lt;br /&gt;Permaneça nos sentimentos, mas esqueça-os..&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-se livre para compreender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei mais diferenciar as sensações..&lt;br /&gt;O que é ódio? o que é tristeza?&lt;br /&gt;O que é amor? o que é alegria?&lt;br /&gt;Alguém me ajude, alguém grite por mim..&lt;br /&gt;Estou me infiltrando para dentro de mim mesma..&lt;br /&gt;Estou sendo guiada para dentro..&lt;br /&gt;Estou sendo puxada..&lt;br /&gt;Isso não vai acabar nunca..&lt;br /&gt;Nunca vai parar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dor está voltando..&lt;br /&gt;O sentimento está se retraindo, volte..&lt;br /&gt;Não me deixe aqui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-6919717252165812435?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/6919717252165812435/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=6919717252165812435' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/6919717252165812435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/6919717252165812435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2009/04/whatever-u-know-eu-prefiro-nem.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SedKU2s_c8I/AAAAAAAAAYI/2grCzw3oQzE/s72-c/MULHER_CONFUSA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-5703997098362201923</id><published>2009-01-09T16:14:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T16:16:40.625-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;      . desativado por tempo indeterminado !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-5703997098362201923?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/5703997098362201923/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=5703997098362201923' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/5703997098362201923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/5703997098362201923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2009/01/desativado-por-tempo-indeterminado-d.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-1432245649573795748</id><published>2008-12-17T14:35:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T14:38:49.845-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SUkqhLDysXI/AAAAAAAAAXI/jK6iv-CRhvI/s1600-h/chuva-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280798787461362034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 374px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SUkqhLDysXI/AAAAAAAAAXI/jK6iv-CRhvI/s320/chuva-8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observe com os olhos fechados..&lt;br /&gt;As folhas a cair no terreno tão sombrio..&lt;br /&gt;As ondas a se desfazer além do horizonte..&lt;br /&gt;As gotas a escorrer na face nunca tocada..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinta..&lt;br /&gt;Os lábios insaciáveis e puros..&lt;br /&gt;Os batimentos do coração aprisionado..&lt;br /&gt;Os sentimentos existentes nas palavras..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perceba e interprete..&lt;br /&gt;Cada sensação negada..&lt;br /&gt;Cada sensação renovada..&lt;br /&gt;Cada sensação criada..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não recue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entregue-se!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entregue-se a mim..&lt;br /&gt;Estou aqui..&lt;br /&gt;Estou a te esperar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( &lt;em&gt;c'mon&lt;/em&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;( &lt;em&gt;i really luv u &lt;/em&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-1432245649573795748?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/1432245649573795748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=1432245649573795748' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/1432245649573795748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/1432245649573795748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2008/12/observe-com-os-olhos-fechados.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SUkqhLDysXI/AAAAAAAAAXI/jK6iv-CRhvI/s72-c/chuva-8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-5775232695079738271</id><published>2008-12-16T13:38:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T13:40:38.583-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SUfLgFSltnI/AAAAAAAAAXA/eUDhUTKmYDs/s1600-h/c6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280412840151594610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SUfLgFSltnI/AAAAAAAAAXA/eUDhUTKmYDs/s320/c6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isso está cada vez mais perturbador..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não consigo mudar..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não posso mudar..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que tudo está desabando..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem em frente aos meus olhos..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aos meus atos..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algum dia eu irei aceitar as coisas como elas são..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como elas realmente devem ser..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perceber que meu mundo não deve girar em torno disso..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Algum dia!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( &lt;em&gt;i can change..&lt;/em&gt; )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( &lt;em&gt;but not today!&lt;/em&gt; )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-5775232695079738271?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/5775232695079738271/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=5775232695079738271' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/5775232695079738271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/5775232695079738271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2008/12/isso-est-cada-vez-mais-perturbador.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SUfLgFSltnI/AAAAAAAAAXA/eUDhUTKmYDs/s72-c/c6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-7884206673318305936</id><published>2008-12-10T18:55:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:58:00.682-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SUAswRxLK2I/AAAAAAAAAW4/pPY2n4P-hmw/s1600-h/kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278267971193219938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 374px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SUAswRxLK2I/AAAAAAAAAW4/pPY2n4P-hmw/s320/kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Não se iluda..&lt;br /&gt;Com minhas palavras depressivas..&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe..&lt;br /&gt;Que mudem seus pensamentos e sentimentos..&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre tudo que é dito..&lt;br /&gt;É o que permanece dentro de mim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tento demonstrar..&lt;br /&gt;Tento transmitir..&lt;br /&gt;Sempre aquilo que me consome..&lt;br /&gt;Para você..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é tristeza..&lt;br /&gt;Não é solidão..&lt;br /&gt;Só você pode saber o que é na verdade..&lt;br /&gt;Só você pode sentir o que realmente levo comigo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse amor que me completa..&lt;br /&gt;Esse sentimento que me mostrou a alegria..&lt;br /&gt;Você está aqui..&lt;br /&gt;E eu vivo por isso..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não fique confuso..&lt;br /&gt;Não tente entender todas essas palavras..&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que você tem que saber..&lt;br /&gt;E nunca esquecer..&lt;br /&gt;Eu digo a você..&lt;br /&gt;E repito..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu te amo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-7884206673318305936?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/7884206673318305936/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=7884206673318305936' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/7884206673318305936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/7884206673318305936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-se-iluda.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SUAswRxLK2I/AAAAAAAAAW4/pPY2n4P-hmw/s72-c/kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-7405507838271657136</id><published>2008-12-08T19:59:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:39:59.205-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/ST2Y3-WiHkI/AAAAAAAAAWw/cXWGjkqqRfA/s1600-h/francesca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277542425745825346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 361px; height: 347px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/ST2Y3-WiHkI/AAAAAAAAAWw/cXWGjkqqRfA/s320/francesca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As coisas mudaram..&lt;br /&gt;Pra pior..&lt;br /&gt;Pra melhor..&lt;br /&gt;Que diferença faz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso afeta você..&lt;br /&gt;Mas não afeta a mim..&lt;br /&gt;Te causa náuseas..&lt;br /&gt;Vontades e desejos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso é mais complicado do que parece..&lt;br /&gt;Será que tem volta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu pressenti isso desde o principio..&lt;br /&gt;Imaginei esse momento..&lt;br /&gt;O agora.."Déjà vu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada dia que passa..&lt;br /&gt;É mais uma novidade para mim..&lt;br /&gt;Porém..&lt;br /&gt;Esse dia..&lt;br /&gt;Não!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quais seriam as minhas alternativas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso está confuso?&lt;br /&gt;Nem imaginam como é minha mente! ;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-7405507838271657136?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/7405507838271657136/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=7405507838271657136' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/7405507838271657136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/7405507838271657136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2008/12/as-coisas-mudaram.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/ST2Y3-WiHkI/AAAAAAAAAWw/cXWGjkqqRfA/s72-c/francesca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-2192437936335950873</id><published>2008-11-30T23:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:24:03.037-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/STM8nHQfl3I/AAAAAAAAAWo/EOjjFTpR-bY/s1600-h/pensa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 257px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/STM8nHQfl3I/AAAAAAAAAWo/EOjjFTpR-bY/s320/pensa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274626231241774962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia comum, uma rotina qualquer..&lt;br /&gt;As horas passando, os segundos vão se somando em questão de milésimos..&lt;br /&gt;Aqui, nada é novidade..&lt;br /&gt;Já sei o que tem ali atrás..&lt;br /&gt;Ou ali para a esquerda..&lt;br /&gt;Presencio cada detalhe como mais um motivo para preencher o tempo vazio..&lt;br /&gt;Observo mais e mais..&lt;br /&gt;Posso indicar os pontos fortes e fracos..&lt;br /&gt;É impressionante como objetos parados são tão diferentes conforme os dias..&lt;br /&gt;Será que são nossas emoções que os modificam assim?&lt;br /&gt;Então eu reflito..&lt;br /&gt;Consigo ficar horas e horas pensando somente nisso..&lt;br /&gt;Neles, objetos, apenas objetos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que isso é um pensamento sem destino..&lt;br /&gt;Um pensamento absurdo..&lt;br /&gt;Mas, em situações assim..&lt;br /&gt;No que mais pensar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou aqui..&lt;br /&gt;Deitada nesta cama isolada e pequena..&lt;br /&gt;Em contato com o colchão que amortece o impacto de meus cotovelos..&lt;br /&gt;Algo tão simples e confortável..&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente um objeto, não é mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;Vivemos rodiados deles..&lt;br /&gt;E pela primeira vez paro para pensar sobre isso..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falta do que fazer?&lt;br /&gt;Talvez!&lt;br /&gt;Mas prefiro dizer que é uma forma de preencher o tempo vazio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-2192437936335950873?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/2192437936335950873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=2192437936335950873' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/2192437936335950873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/2192437936335950873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2008/11/um-dia-comum-uma-rotina-qualquer.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/STM8nHQfl3I/AAAAAAAAAWo/EOjjFTpR-bY/s72-c/pensa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-289018448551872242</id><published>2008-11-25T22:52:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T02:59:16.491-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SSyfEuKxZWI/AAAAAAAAAWY/MSFIoXYmwPo/s1600-h/olhar3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SSyfEuKxZWI/AAAAAAAAAWY/MSFIoXYmwPo/s320/olhar3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272764167205512546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que seja algo sobrenatural..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso são apenas pensamentos..&lt;br /&gt;Mas é através deles que crio meu humor..&lt;br /&gt;Percebe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que isso pode sofrer alguma modificação positiva para mim?&lt;br /&gt;Será que isso pode se tornar suportável e aceitável?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou confusa agora..&lt;br /&gt;Devo correr ou me arriscar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero nada além disso..&lt;br /&gt;Eu não preciso de nada além disso..&lt;br /&gt;Não vá embora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas e se for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você está bem na minha frente..&lt;br /&gt;Não vejo mais nada além de você..&lt;br /&gt;Meus olhos penetram em cada movimento do seu corpo..&lt;br /&gt;Percebo seus lábios, percebo seus gestos, percebo você..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consegue juntar as emoções e transformá-las neste momento?&lt;br /&gt;Compare o antes com o agora..&lt;br /&gt;Enxerga o futuro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisas opacas..&lt;br /&gt;Sentidos descoordenados..&lt;br /&gt;Você me deixa assim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo aquele brilho está em você..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em mim só resta isso..&lt;br /&gt;Sabe?&lt;br /&gt;O resto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anular o que já não tem sentido..&lt;br /&gt;Aperfeiçoar o que está aqui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feche os olhos..&lt;br /&gt;Sinta o toque..&lt;br /&gt;O calor de cada dedo ao te acariciar..&lt;br /&gt;Isso é tão aconchegante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anulado.&lt;br /&gt;Aperfeiçoado.&lt;br /&gt;(e continuo com isso até o fim)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-289018448551872242?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/289018448551872242/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=289018448551872242' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/289018448551872242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/289018448551872242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-diferente.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SSyfEuKxZWI/AAAAAAAAAWY/MSFIoXYmwPo/s72-c/olhar3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-1133057273248240971</id><published>2008-11-19T17:08:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:18:41.564-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SSRmEI5utXI/AAAAAAAAAWI/oxFaUd54YJI/s1600-h/efeito%2520tyndhal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270449685225452914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SSRmEI5utXI/AAAAAAAAAWI/oxFaUd54YJI/s320/efeito%2520tyndhal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tá! Eu sei, eu sei..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"não deixa isso te consumir"..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"olhe para o outro lado, você tem outro caminho, outra escolha"..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você quem faz as escolhas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem faz os momentos acontecerem..&lt;br /&gt;Nada pode te afetar se você quiser..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo pode ser tão diferente..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sentimentos tão perfeitos..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas pensamentos tão corrompidos..&lt;br /&gt;O que eu posso fazer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu dissesse que só não desisto de tudo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por causa de você..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acreditaria?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu tenho muitos mais motivos para ser feliz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do que para ser triste..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas, por que a tristeza que domina?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isso está me esgotando literalmente..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preciso gritar..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preciso bater..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preciso fugir!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vem comigo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vem por mim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-1133057273248240971?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/1133057273248240971/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=1133057273248240971' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/1133057273248240971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/1133057273248240971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2008/11/t-eu-sei-eu-sei.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SSRmEI5utXI/AAAAAAAAAWI/oxFaUd54YJI/s72-c/efeito%2520tyndhal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-333196202219720133</id><published>2008-11-18T19:03:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:09:21.782-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SSMt4bnY9KI/AAAAAAAAAWA/mGnS2VpuUGo/s1600-h/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270106436462507170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SSMt4bnY9KI/AAAAAAAAAWA/mGnS2VpuUGo/s320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que é isso?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está tão forte..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me consome em segundos..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me consome por completo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, não é algo bom..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dessa vez estou percebendo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É diferente..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É duentio!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos não mudam nada..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Atitudes, tudo em vão..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Palavras? É o que me restou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tento mudar..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E quanto mais o tempo passa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais meus atos de mudanças são inúteis..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só piora!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou repleta disso..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E cada vez eu absorvo mais dessas maliciosidades..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dessas invalidades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo meu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo aqui dentro..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nada fora!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nada querendo sair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calma.. (respiração ofegante)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou transpirando!&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;Meu sangue está frio..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Corre por minhas veias como se fossem pequenos cubos de gelo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dói! Insuportável.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas secas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O sofrimento interno e nenhuma gota a molhar minha face..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sentidos perdidos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cadê a saída?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-333196202219720133?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/333196202219720133/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=333196202219720133' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/333196202219720133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/333196202219720133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-que-isso-para-est-to-forte.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SSMt4bnY9KI/AAAAAAAAAWA/mGnS2VpuUGo/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-209273517482790199</id><published>2008-11-05T15:12:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:17:47.277-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SRHU7hmvagI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t3CBFtlkwus/s1600-h/Beijo+criancas+um.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265223558471051778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 371px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SRHU7hmvagI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t3CBFtlkwus/s320/Beijo+criancas+um.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vida é feita de atitudes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E minhas atitudes se baseiam naquilo que me confortam..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não tento mudar o desconhecido..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não tento mudar aquilo que sei que sempre serei..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não busco alternativas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não busco respostas para todas as minhas perguntas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu objetivo se resume naquilo que hoje eu possuo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E isso não troco por nada e nem ninguém..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O objetivo? Ser feliz pra sempre..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E isso? Depende de você, somente você!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou sussurrar..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou escrever..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou falar..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou repetir..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou afirmar..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou gritar..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou demonstrar..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que te amo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem o máximo será suficiente para te mostrar o quanto eu carrego de você em mim..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acredite..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você é pra sempre!&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/6828701447238120166-209273517482790199?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/209273517482790199/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=209273517482790199' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/209273517482790199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/209273517482790199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2008/11/vida-feita-de-atitudes.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SRHU7hmvagI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t3CBFtlkwus/s72-c/Beijo+criancas+um.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-7244322664379356613</id><published>2008-11-03T13:46:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T13:49:23.182-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SQ8c_iQTERI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Kzgjx2JvgRY/s1600-h/solidao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SQ8c_iQTERI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Kzgjx2JvgRY/s320/solidao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264458367271899410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagar pelos próprios erros..&lt;br /&gt;Fazer de tudo para encontrar maneiras de recuperar o passado inválido..&lt;br /&gt;Desejar inconscientemente fechar os olhos e não lembrar daqueles momentos..&lt;br /&gt;Momentos julgados de forma errada..&lt;br /&gt;Acontecimentos impensáveis..&lt;br /&gt;Situações destruidoras..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diga-me que tem perdão..&lt;br /&gt;Diga-me que serei capaz de provar aquilo que sou..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazer o diferente..&lt;br /&gt;Fazer o sentimento ser impar..&lt;br /&gt;Quero somente deslizar minhas mãos pelo seu corpo..&lt;br /&gt;Não lembrar de mais nada..&lt;br /&gt;Apenas deste momento..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ti eu me entrego..&lt;br /&gt;Por ti tenho aquilo que não imaginava ter..&lt;br /&gt;Algo tão profundo..&lt;br /&gt;Algo que me consome sem deixar rastros..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É mais forte do que eu posso suportar..&lt;br /&gt;Aguente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relação antagônica entre pensamentos e sentimentos..&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas motivadas sem razão..&lt;br /&gt;Palavras sem sentido..&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos a brilhar..&lt;br /&gt;O diferencial está em você..&lt;br /&gt;Você não vê..&lt;br /&gt;Porém, eu posso descrever em cada detalhe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixar o inesperado agir..&lt;br /&gt;Deixar isso surgir sem obstáculos..&lt;br /&gt;Já estou viciada..&lt;br /&gt;Já me tornei dependente..&lt;br /&gt;Desse amor..&lt;br /&gt;De você !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-7244322664379356613?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/7244322664379356613/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=7244322664379356613' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/7244322664379356613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/7244322664379356613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2008/11/pagar-pelos-prprios-erros.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SQ8c_iQTERI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Kzgjx2JvgRY/s72-c/solidao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-5536543891022698411</id><published>2008-10-29T17:36:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T17:44:08.349-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SQi8BLQ1GSI/AAAAAAAAAVg/szCssC0p5So/s1600-h/eyescream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262662892971694370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 365px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SQi8BLQ1GSI/AAAAAAAAAVg/szCssC0p5So/s320/eyescream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poderia descrever milésimos de segundos que se passaram..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apenas ao sentir dessas gotículas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que partiram daquele negro azul do céu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fechar os olhos..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sentir as gotas frias ao se chocarem com as lágrimas quentes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sentir um vento frio e sereno contornar o rosto..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso está tão anormal..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De dentro para fora..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soluço! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltar a realidade..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Espere!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se contente com o que está surgindo no céu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Contemplar estes pequenos pontos brilhantes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pare!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você tem que voltar para a realidade..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O quê?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me diga qual é a minha realidade..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que te mostrarei do que o irreal é capaz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusão!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Real..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Irreal..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhe.. olhe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você também está vendo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que é aquilo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Descreva para mim..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parece tão..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gritos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Corra..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-5536543891022698411?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/5536543891022698411/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=5536543891022698411' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/5536543891022698411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/5536543891022698411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2008/10/poderia-descrever-milsimos-de-segundos.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SQi8BLQ1GSI/AAAAAAAAAVg/szCssC0p5So/s72-c/eyescream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-5822621651160405955</id><published>2008-10-28T09:54:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T10:02:43.926-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SQb-PYWsf6I/AAAAAAAAAVY/IMwnm5DXq4s/s1600-h/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262172754818138018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 373px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SQb-PYWsf6I/AAAAAAAAAVY/IMwnm5DXq4s/s320/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beijos..&lt;br /&gt;Abraços..&lt;br /&gt;Carinhos..&lt;br /&gt;Carícias..&lt;br /&gt;Palavras..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difícil notar?&lt;br /&gt;É impossível esconder!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante o tempo que já passou..&lt;br /&gt;Fui a procura da perfeição..&lt;br /&gt;Fui a procura da minha alegria..&lt;br /&gt;E em um acontecimento inesperado..&lt;br /&gt;As encontrei..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo dentro de mim entra em sintonia quando o assunto é você..&lt;br /&gt;Meus pensamentos vagam na minha mente solitária ao seu encontro..&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos nunca presenciados antes..&lt;br /&gt;Descobri o que é felicidade após ver seu sorriso..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada é mais perfeito..&lt;br /&gt;Nada é mais apaixonante..&lt;br /&gt;Incomparável..&lt;br /&gt;Insubstituível..&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é novo..&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é VOCÊ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu agora não troco por nada..&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração está em suas mãos !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-5822621651160405955?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/5822621651160405955/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=5822621651160405955' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/5822621651160405955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/5822621651160405955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2008/10/beijos.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SQb-PYWsf6I/AAAAAAAAAVY/IMwnm5DXq4s/s72-c/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-4468152615963341073</id><published>2008-10-25T02:00:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T02:05:54.593-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SQKaB_Ej4sI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/kxsYZzRjH48/s1600-h/o-ser-e-o-infinito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 332px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SQKaB_Ej4sI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/kxsYZzRjH48/s320/o-ser-e-o-infinito.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260936673623270082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aprisionada nas próprias emoções..&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos intactos..&lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos avoados..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É possível ouvir os gritos..&lt;br /&gt;Ecoam em um beco sem saída..&lt;br /&gt;Se debatem na parede do infinito..&lt;br /&gt;E surgem em cada segundo de uma nova hora..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais é demonstrado..&lt;br /&gt;Nada é planejado..&lt;br /&gt;Os atos vão se modificando..&lt;br /&gt;Os suspiros se anulando..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tédio..&lt;br /&gt;Depressão..&lt;br /&gt;Solidão..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o que sobra novamente são só palavras..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-4468152615963341073?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/4468152615963341073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=4468152615963341073' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/4468152615963341073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/4468152615963341073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2008/10/aprisionada-nas-prprias-emoes.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SQKaB_Ej4sI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/kxsYZzRjH48/s72-c/o-ser-e-o-infinito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-2279618183477695713</id><published>2008-10-01T12:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T12:34:40.382-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SOOYdzhVmtI/AAAAAAAAAVI/UBVpbM4OcxI/s1600-h/O+Efeito+Sentimento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SOOYdzhVmtI/AAAAAAAAAVI/UBVpbM4OcxI/s320/O+Efeito+Sentimento.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252209228257794770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aah..&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero gritar..&lt;br /&gt;Será que eu conseguiria transmitir o que sinto com um grito?&lt;br /&gt;E se ninguém ouvir?&lt;br /&gt;Se o meu grito for percebido como mais um som qualquer?&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro me calar e permanecer na solidão que corroe o meu interior..&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ser desprezada..&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ser ignorada..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha para mim!&lt;br /&gt;Você está vendo?&lt;br /&gt;Diga-me que as coisas podem ser diferentes..&lt;br /&gt;Que serão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu aguento mais..&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei..&lt;br /&gt;Mas e você?&lt;br /&gt;Você aguenta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero te mostrar tudo que um dia eu imaginei..&lt;br /&gt;Quero te guiar até aquilo que ainda é puro em mim..&lt;br /&gt;Te fazer entender..&lt;br /&gt;Te fazer me entender..&lt;br /&gt;Te dizer que nada muda isso que sinto agora..&lt;br /&gt;Que ninguém interfere no meu hoje..&lt;br /&gt;Que sempre estarei ao seu lado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é mais complicado daquilo que pensamos..&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é mais fácil daquilo que dificultamos..&lt;br /&gt;Mas nada se compara ao meu sentimento..&lt;br /&gt;Está tudo aqui dentro..&lt;br /&gt;Demonstro com sorrisos, lágrimas, atitudes..&lt;br /&gt;Isso não é o bastante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Termino aqui..&lt;br /&gt;As palavras se esgotaram..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-2279618183477695713?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/2279618183477695713/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=2279618183477695713' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/2279618183477695713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/2279618183477695713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2008/10/aah.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SOOYdzhVmtI/AAAAAAAAAVI/UBVpbM4OcxI/s72-c/O+Efeito+Sentimento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-879974594345805303</id><published>2008-09-30T12:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T12:43:58.303-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SOJJLnmorXI/AAAAAAAAAVA/GIkd26Sd_Gg/s1600-h/confuse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 323px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SOJJLnmorXI/AAAAAAAAAVA/GIkd26Sd_Gg/s320/confuse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251840579425840498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos confusos..&lt;br /&gt;Atitudes precipitadas..&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos alienados..&lt;br /&gt;Sensações indescritíveis..&lt;br /&gt;Movimentos descontrolados..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas frias..&lt;br /&gt;Lábios trêmulos..&lt;br /&gt;Mãos molhadas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grite!&lt;br /&gt;Fuja!&lt;br /&gt;Não olhe para trás!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estranho?&lt;br /&gt;Absurdo?&lt;br /&gt;Incomparável com aquilo que permanece no fundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O real se debate com o irreal..&lt;br /&gt;O sonho toma conta da imaginação..&lt;br /&gt;A mente se funde em sensações inexistentes..&lt;br /&gt;Nada é mais real..&lt;br /&gt;Nada é mais irreal !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Mas isso não é tudo..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-879974594345805303?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/879974594345805303/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=879974594345805303' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/879974594345805303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/879974594345805303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2008/09/pensamentos-confusos.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SOJJLnmorXI/AAAAAAAAAVA/GIkd26Sd_Gg/s72-c/confuse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-9161494497563541224</id><published>2008-09-12T09:11:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T09:12:50.684-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SMpcgcvTS3I/AAAAAAAAAUw/QW9Lh-bW27o/s1600-h/Paixao14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SMpcgcvTS3I/AAAAAAAAAUw/QW9Lh-bW27o/s320/Paixao14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245106428566522738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde está você quando eu mais preciso?&lt;br /&gt;Onde estão suas palavras encantadas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como posso sentir você aqui sem seu toque?&lt;br /&gt;Como posso me entregar para o nada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não pedi para sentir isso..&lt;br /&gt;Eu não queria sentir tanto isso..&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso me equilibrar..&lt;br /&gt;Se não..&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou despencar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu já cai antes..&lt;br /&gt;Ao fechar os olhos..&lt;br /&gt;Posso sentir a dor novamente..&lt;br /&gt;E tudo que me restou..&lt;br /&gt;Foram apenas cicatrizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parecia tão impossível..&lt;br /&gt;Fazer uma menina com tantas cicatrizes sorrir..&lt;br /&gt;Mas, você me mudou..&lt;br /&gt;Você foi capaz de mostrar ao mundo que o impossível não existe..&lt;br /&gt;Não existe no seu mundo..&lt;br /&gt;Não existe no nosso mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tudo que eu quero..&lt;br /&gt;A partir deste momento..&lt;br /&gt;É ter você..&lt;br /&gt;Pode não ser eternamente..&lt;br /&gt;Mas, só preciso de um toque seu..&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo seu..&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço seu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um dia ao seu lado já torna minha vida perfeita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-9161494497563541224?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/9161494497563541224/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=9161494497563541224' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/9161494497563541224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/9161494497563541224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2008/09/onde-est-voc-quando-eu-mais-preciso.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SMpcgcvTS3I/AAAAAAAAAUw/QW9Lh-bW27o/s72-c/Paixao14.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-843101693508947354</id><published>2008-09-11T14:02:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T14:08:18.126-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SMlPNjRLHgI/AAAAAAAAAUo/m8ZCDOUbEYA/s1600-h/wolf1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244810335273819650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="256" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SMlPNjRLHgI/AAAAAAAAAUo/m8ZCDOUbEYA/s320/wolf1.jpg" width="347" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aah..&lt;br /&gt;Eu odeio a palavra "&lt;em&gt;desistir&lt;/em&gt;"..&lt;br /&gt;Mas estou quase desistindo disso aqui tudo ! &gt;&lt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico lendo e relendo palavras que foram escritas por mim e isso me transforma por dentro ! o_O'&lt;br /&gt;É inexplicável as coisas que eu consigo sentir com uma simples palavra de momento.. Ela muda o meu dia completamente. E nada, eu digo.. &lt;strong&gt;NADA&lt;/strong&gt;, consegue fazer com que as coisas voltem ao seu estado inicial.&lt;br /&gt;Posso ser sensível, sentimental, dramática, melancólica.. qualquer sinômino.. E cada vez isso se torna mais intenso.&lt;br /&gt;Estou perdendo a noção dos sentidos..&lt;br /&gt;Não sei mais a diferença entre sorrir e chorar ! o_O'&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei se prefiro apenas sentir ou se devo mostrar para o mundo inteiro o que tanto me atormenta..&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho uma vida sofrida.. Não vivo momentos de sofrimento..&lt;br /&gt;Mas, internamente, eu sou tão &lt;span style="color:#1e90ff;"&gt;obscura&lt;/span&gt; ;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minhas palavras são capazes de queimar qualquer sensação de felicidade..&lt;br /&gt;Meus pensamentos estão tomando conta dos meus sentimentos..&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo interpretar as sensações..&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui está tão quieto..&lt;br /&gt;Este silêncio é tão aterrorizante..&lt;br /&gt;Posso ouvir minha respiração..&lt;br /&gt;Nada está normal..&lt;br /&gt;Eu não me sinto normal..&lt;br /&gt;Algo está acontecendo..&lt;br /&gt;Você pode ver?&lt;br /&gt;Você pode sentir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por favor..&lt;br /&gt;Segure minha mão e não solte mais..&lt;br /&gt;Estou sentindo o vazio mais próximo..&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso cair..&lt;br /&gt;Se eu cair, não me solte..&lt;br /&gt;Preciso me sentir segura com seu toque..&lt;br /&gt;O conforto do seu carinho..&lt;br /&gt;Só isso pode fazer com que o obscuro não permaneça!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-843101693508947354?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/843101693508947354/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=843101693508947354' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/843101693508947354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/843101693508947354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2008/09/aah.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SMlPNjRLHgI/AAAAAAAAAUo/m8ZCDOUbEYA/s72-c/wolf1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-1402927336517800447</id><published>2008-09-09T14:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T14:51:59.555-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SMa277sGnqI/AAAAAAAAAPo/k7zy8O6gwoM/s1600-h/personalidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244079956870733474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="343" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SMa277sGnqI/AAAAAAAAAPo/k7zy8O6gwoM/s320/personalidade.jpg" width="362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que algum dia eu saberei entender o porquê deste blog? ¬¬'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não me engano, desde 2002 eu escrevo em bloogs.. ;x&lt;br /&gt;Tempo passa ! ( voa, voa.. ) o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora meus outros blogs? Perdidos por ai ! Deletados.. Ignoradoos.. Enterrados (6)³&lt;br /&gt;Minha criatividade está tão em baixa, que a única coisa que me resta a fazer durante esse meu tempo inútil.. é escrever aqui.&lt;br /&gt;O quê? Qualquer coooisa ! \o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* O que vier, é lucroo ! *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É interessante.. até para escrever esse texto tão "sem cultura", eu preciso achar algum ponto de inspiração ! haha.. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os dias vãão passando..&lt;br /&gt;As horas se anulando conforme os segundos vão se arredondando! :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero mudar a cor do meu cabelo, o corte, o tamanho..&lt;br /&gt;Quero mudar meu andar, meu jeito de se vestir, meu jeito de me mostraar..&lt;br /&gt;Poder olhar no espelho e estar de bem com aquilo que eu tenho!&lt;br /&gt;Mas isso é tãão difícil =/ .. mas nada é impossível neh? Ou será que é? o_O'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que na verdade eu pareço ser?&lt;br /&gt;Já me chamaram de "EMO", "ROCKEIRA" e até "GÓTICA" .. ;x&lt;br /&gt;Será que eu sou tão &lt;strong&gt;dark&lt;/strong&gt; assim?? :O&lt;br /&gt;Isso deveria me encomodar? Porque, sinceramente, eu gosto! hehe.. =P&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho culpa que cores "ursinhos carinhosos" não fazem a minha cabeça..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E posso admitir com orgulho.. eu &lt;strong&gt;AMO&lt;/strong&gt; preto e .. &lt;span style="color:#ff69b4;"&gt;rosaa&lt;/span&gt; *-*&lt;br /&gt;Podem ver? Também tenho meu lado "meiguinho" !! u.u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huum..&lt;br /&gt;Então táá! Enquanto "tico e teco" continuam a dormir e nada da minha imaginação fertilizar..&lt;br /&gt;Vou tentar, ao menos, peeensar..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-1402927336517800447?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/1402927336517800447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=1402927336517800447' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/1402927336517800447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/1402927336517800447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2008/09/ser-que-algum-dia-eu-saberei-entender-o.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SMa277sGnqI/AAAAAAAAAPo/k7zy8O6gwoM/s72-c/personalidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-1458249796566206371</id><published>2008-09-05T10:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T10:25:34.815-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;• Vamos renovar \o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu? Alguém que você &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nunca&lt;/span&gt; irá entender, afinal, nem eu mesma me entendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fim !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. ( to be continued )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-1458249796566206371?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/1458249796566206371/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=1458249796566206371' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/1458249796566206371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/1458249796566206371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2008/09/vamos-renovar-o-eu-algum-que-voc-nunca.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-1691947224941089949</id><published>2008-09-02T17:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:37:48.388-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SL2jmTd8--I/AAAAAAAAAPg/DS9FcbJyGOM/s1600-h/sorriso-jovem-250208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SL2jmTd8--I/AAAAAAAAAPg/DS9FcbJyGOM/s320/sorriso-jovem-250208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241525419785386978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As palavras não fazem mais sentido..&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que procuro agora..&lt;br /&gt;São apenas sentimentos..&lt;br /&gt;Quero poder sentir tudo aquilo que um dia eu desacreditei..&lt;br /&gt;Poder me entregar..&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que ainda permaneça um instante de desânimo dentro de mim..&lt;br /&gt;Sei que posso mudar meus atos..&lt;br /&gt;Posso mudar cada dia da minha vida..&lt;br /&gt;Por isso estou decidida..&lt;br /&gt;Entrego tudo que tenho..&lt;br /&gt;Entrego meu coração..&lt;br /&gt;Entrego cada sensação boa que já senti..&lt;br /&gt;Que sinto..&lt;br /&gt;E que vou sentir..&lt;br /&gt;A única coisa que quero em troca..&lt;br /&gt;É o seu sorriso..&lt;br /&gt;Com ele sei que posso seguir em frente..&lt;br /&gt;Ultrapassar qualquer obstáculo..&lt;br /&gt;Nunca deixe de sorrir..&lt;br /&gt;Que eu nunca deixarei de viver !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-1691947224941089949?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/1691947224941089949/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=1691947224941089949' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/1691947224941089949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/1691947224941089949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2008/09/as-palavras-no-fazem-mais-sentido.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SL2jmTd8--I/AAAAAAAAAPg/DS9FcbJyGOM/s72-c/sorriso-jovem-250208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-3335157327216402265</id><published>2008-06-10T11:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:00:31.713-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SE6JP56TYII/AAAAAAAAAOg/F03xhyN1lc8/s1600-h/Pain_2_by_asunder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 357px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SE6JP56TYII/AAAAAAAAAOg/F03xhyN1lc8/s320/Pain_2_by_asunder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210252725250646146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo parece ter acabado..&lt;br /&gt;Noto que apenas começou..&lt;br /&gt;Que não sou a mesma pessoa de ontem..&lt;br /&gt;Que meus pensamentos não estão em plena harmonia..&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que eu tanto tentava afastar..&lt;br /&gt;Está mais próximo de mim agora..&lt;br /&gt;Nada que eu faça irá impedir isso..&lt;br /&gt;Só sinto que meu corpo está caindo..&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que meus sentimentos estão se anulando..&lt;br /&gt;Minha única esperança se resumi no hoje..&lt;br /&gt;O amanhã é uma pura ilusão..&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mais confusa..&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez com palavras mais absurdas..&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho vontade de sorrir..&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho vontade de estar aqui..&lt;br /&gt;Quero me isolar..&lt;br /&gt;Quero sentir meu corpo se decompondo bem diante aos meus olhos..&lt;br /&gt;Sentir cada lágrima que rola em minha face queimar..&lt;br /&gt;Deixar meus sofrimentos marcados na pele..&lt;br /&gt;Mostrar que sou mais uma entre as fracas..&lt;br /&gt;Entre aquelas que cansou de suportar..&lt;br /&gt;Porque tudo em minha volta se tornou tão insuportável..&lt;br /&gt;Só quero permanecer na solidão..&lt;br /&gt;No silêncio do meu suspiro de dor..&lt;br /&gt;Isso é bem mais forte do que eu..&lt;br /&gt;Me entrego..&lt;br /&gt;Percebo que não tem mais volta..&lt;br /&gt;Fecho os olhos e me mantenho sóbria com meu sangue..&lt;br /&gt;Será que isso é tudo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-3335157327216402265?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/3335157327216402265/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=3335157327216402265' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/3335157327216402265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/3335157327216402265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2008/06/quando-tudo-parece-ter-acabado.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SE6JP56TYII/AAAAAAAAAOg/F03xhyN1lc8/s72-c/Pain_2_by_asunder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-355033999289741155</id><published>2008-05-13T01:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:00:31.868-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SCkYMB-u2aI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ls0_hrYKzCk/s1600-h/chorar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SCkYMB-u2aI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ls0_hrYKzCk/s320/chorar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199713839744997794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao fechar meus olhos eu posso ouvir você chorar..&lt;br /&gt;Consigo imaginar cada lágrima escorrendo em sua face..&lt;br /&gt;Sinto seus lábios tremulos, sua voz agonizante..&lt;br /&gt;Seus braços e pernas se recolhendo conforme o impulso de cada suspiro..&lt;br /&gt;Seu corpo encolhido..&lt;br /&gt;Não sofra mais..&lt;br /&gt;Isso é tão intenso, tão incontrolável..&lt;br /&gt;Queria apenas poder mudar seu rumo..&lt;br /&gt;Apontar ali e dizer "olha sua felicidade, corra".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-355033999289741155?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/355033999289741155/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=355033999289741155' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/355033999289741155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/355033999289741155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2008/05/ao-fechar-meus-olhos-eu-posso-ouvir-voc.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SCkYMB-u2aI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ls0_hrYKzCk/s72-c/chorar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-3010718907141412105</id><published>2008-05-11T20:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:00:32.027-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SCeC1B-u2ZI/AAAAAAAAAOE/iYCDlTO9XBQ/s1600-h/dor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 367px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SCeC1B-u2ZI/AAAAAAAAAOE/iYCDlTO9XBQ/s320/dor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199268142398757266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá começa mais um dia, como outro qualquer. A mesma rotina, os mesmos horários e as mesmas pessoas..&lt;br /&gt;Decidida a sair, sento em um banco de uma praça qualquer e começo a observar..&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas andam rápido, andam devagar..&lt;br /&gt;Felizes, tristes..&lt;br /&gt;Ou apenas confusas, assim como eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além do observar..&lt;br /&gt;Começo a pensar..&lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos diversos, estranhos, macabros, profundos..&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse transformá-los em palavras, diria que meus sentimentos estão me matando por dentro..&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a carne rasgando..&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o sangue escorrendo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais eu consigo aguentar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-3010718907141412105?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/3010718907141412105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=3010718907141412105' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/3010718907141412105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/3010718907141412105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2008/05/l-comea-mais-um-dia-como-outro-qualquer.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SCeC1B-u2ZI/AAAAAAAAAOE/iYCDlTO9XBQ/s72-c/dor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-1518751895709692752</id><published>2008-05-04T13:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:00:32.313-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SB3qtnO1C9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/H5LbDI9V4pE/s1600-h/cansei.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196567614401612754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="255" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SB3qtnO1C9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/H5LbDI9V4pE/s320/cansei.bmp" width="354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cansei.&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente. Cansei.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cansei disso.&lt;br /&gt;Cansei daquilo.&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de você.&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de nós.&lt;br /&gt;Cansei deles.&lt;br /&gt;Cansei daquele lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Cansei desse lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simplesmente. Cansei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Cansei de tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de nada.&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de tão pouco.&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de tanto.&lt;br /&gt;Cansei das pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Cansei das coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Cansei dos sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;Cansei dos pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;Cansei das palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simplesmente. Cansei.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de chorar.&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de rir.&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de perdoar.&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de admitir.&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de aceitar.&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de negar.&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de me calar.&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de falar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simplesmente. Cansei.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-1518751895709692752?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/1518751895709692752/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=1518751895709692752' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/1518751895709692752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/1518751895709692752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2008/05/cansei.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SB3qtnO1C9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/H5LbDI9V4pE/s72-c/cansei.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-721618097384606347</id><published>2008-04-30T16:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:00:32.544-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SBjDCHO1C6I/AAAAAAAAAMk/nf_V1nelqmQ/s1600-h/despedida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195116611240266658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SBjDCHO1C6I/AAAAAAAAAMk/nf_V1nelqmQ/s320/despedida.jpg" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sirvo para você..&lt;br /&gt;Como você também não serve para mim..&lt;br /&gt;Nossos caminhos foram traçados..&lt;br /&gt;E por um erro do destino..&lt;br /&gt;Cruzados..&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora tudo mudou..&lt;br /&gt;Posso dizer que meu caminho está longe do seu..&lt;br /&gt;Podemos continuar sem nos perder..&lt;br /&gt;Podemos ser felizes assim..&lt;br /&gt;Tenho certeza disso..&lt;br /&gt;E só falta você encontrar a sua felicidade..&lt;br /&gt;A minha eu já encontrei..&lt;br /&gt;Então deixa eu ser feliz..&lt;br /&gt;Deixa que os nossos momentos fiquem no passado..&lt;br /&gt;Vamos seguir separados..&lt;br /&gt;Aprenda a viver sem mim..&lt;br /&gt;Como eu já aprendi a viver sem você !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-721618097384606347?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/721618097384606347/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=721618097384606347' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/721618097384606347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/721618097384606347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2008/04/eu-no-sirvo-para-voc.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SBjDCHO1C6I/AAAAAAAAAMk/nf_V1nelqmQ/s72-c/despedida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-2033397927198646325</id><published>2008-04-29T06:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:00:33.337-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SBbt1nO1C3I/AAAAAAAAAMI/8BgB8YVb_M0/s1600-h/solidao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SBbt1nO1C3I/AAAAAAAAAMI/8BgB8YVb_M0/s320/solidao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194600725538474866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes meus pensamentos são tão confusos..&lt;br /&gt;Não encontro palavras que descrevam isso..&lt;br /&gt;Que descrevam o que estou sentindo agora..&lt;br /&gt;Eu só penso no passado..&lt;br /&gt;Só me conformo com meus atos..&lt;br /&gt;E me decepciono por não poder mudá-los..&lt;br /&gt;Descubro que..&lt;br /&gt;Se arrependimento matasse..&lt;br /&gt;Eu já estaria enterrada a sete palmos abaixo da terra..&lt;br /&gt;Tudo podia ser diferente..&lt;br /&gt;Podia ter evitado desde um simples "oi"..&lt;br /&gt;Até um "adeus"..&lt;br /&gt;Será que algum dia entenderemos nossos atos?&lt;br /&gt;Só quero fechar os olhos e esquecer de tudo..&lt;br /&gt;Que me lembre o antes..&lt;br /&gt;E o agora..&lt;br /&gt;Sei que o depois não terá nada de você..&lt;br /&gt;Então sigo de cabeça erguida..&lt;br /&gt;E aceito aquilo que me deixa bem..&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que minhas palavras me comprometam..&lt;br /&gt;Sei que me confortam..&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que meus sentimentos por você..&lt;br /&gt;Agora se resumem em apenas lágrimas..&lt;br /&gt;Sei que posso ser feliz..&lt;br /&gt;E você também..&lt;br /&gt;Sei que podemos muito mais quando separados..&lt;br /&gt;E sei..&lt;br /&gt;Que posso encontrar um amor que não seja em você..&lt;br /&gt;Por isso prefiro viver o que tenho no agora..&lt;br /&gt;E esquecer do antes..&lt;br /&gt;Não vou me esquecer de você..&lt;br /&gt;Mas quero deixar meus sentimentos por você largados no tempo..&lt;br /&gt;E nada em mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-2033397927198646325?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/2033397927198646325/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=2033397927198646325' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/2033397927198646325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/2033397927198646325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2008/04/s-vezes-meus-pensamentos-so-to-confusos.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SBbt1nO1C3I/AAAAAAAAAMI/8BgB8YVb_M0/s72-c/solidao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-8694374958935067215</id><published>2008-04-27T23:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:00:33.504-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SBU3iHO1C2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/JPw2oCJyQ4A/s1600-h/choro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 344px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SBU3iHO1C2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/JPw2oCJyQ4A/s320/choro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194118804438059874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria poder começar de novo, mudar todos os meus passos e apagar todo o meu passado..&lt;br /&gt;Minhas forças se esgotaram, a única vontade que persisti em me consumir cada vez mais é a de chorar..&lt;br /&gt;E garanto com toda a certeza que possa existir dentro de mim, que isso é mais forte do que eu posso suportar..&lt;br /&gt;Eu não preciso aguentar isso..&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero mais..&lt;br /&gt;Essa dor é tão intensa, e a única forma que faz com que eu não a sinta, é quando estou no escuro, quando a noite domina o céu, quando percebo que sozinha eu sinto uma sensação de alívio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-8694374958935067215?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/8694374958935067215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=8694374958935067215' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/8694374958935067215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/8694374958935067215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2008/04/queria-poder-comear-de-novo-mudar-todos.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SBU3iHO1C2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/JPw2oCJyQ4A/s72-c/choro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-3797380050534307915</id><published>2008-04-13T01:52:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:00:33.696-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SAGRmKrQEsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/kPlR1rtaUiY/s1600-h/favorite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SAGRmKrQEsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/kPlR1rtaUiY/s320/favorite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188588330594341570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha vista está embaçada..&lt;br /&gt;A única coisa que consigo enxergar é as lágrimas formando em meus olhos..&lt;br /&gt;Minha imaginação já não é mais a mesma..&lt;br /&gt;Minhas palavras estão se tornando cada vez mais inuteis..&lt;br /&gt;Meu desânimo está me consumindo por inteira..&lt;br /&gt;Parece que conforme eu vivo os momentos, eu os destruo..&lt;br /&gt;Está tudo tão opaco..&lt;br /&gt;Não sei explicar o que estou pensando..&lt;br /&gt;Nem o que estou sentindo..&lt;br /&gt;Só quero gritar bem alto..&lt;br /&gt;Olhar para o céu, respirar..&lt;br /&gt;E viver mais um dia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-3797380050534307915?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/3797380050534307915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=3797380050534307915' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/3797380050534307915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/3797380050534307915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2008/04/minha-vista-est-embaada.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/SAGRmKrQEsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/kPlR1rtaUiY/s72-c/favorite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-2603669077420746376</id><published>2008-03-13T12:39:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:00:33.982-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/R9lMpZr-2jI/AAAAAAAAALI/3A6K97P05WE/s1600-h/desanimo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177253520792803890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/R9lMpZr-2jI/AAAAAAAAALI/3A6K97P05WE/s320/desanimo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que será que às vezes a vontade de sumir, de fugir para bem longe se torna tão grandiosa e inevitável?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu só gostaria de entender certas atitudes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não só das outras pessoas, mas as minhas também!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queria uma vez poder fechar os olhos e não sentir a vontade de chorar tão intensa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queria poder ter mais forças para lutar do que para desistir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queria, apenas, poder caminhar de cabeça erguida e decidida do que de joelhos e cada vez me desprezando mais.&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/6828701447238120166-2603669077420746376?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/2603669077420746376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=2603669077420746376' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/2603669077420746376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/2603669077420746376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2008/03/por-que-ser-que-s-vezes-vontade-de.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/R9lMpZr-2jI/AAAAAAAAALI/3A6K97P05WE/s72-c/desanimo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-7402200695395103674</id><published>2007-12-26T15:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:00:34.168-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/R3KK3mhIkfI/AAAAAAAAAKw/_WHv2AgMe9c/s1600-h/vazio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148330011874857458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="235" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/R3KK3mhIkfI/AAAAAAAAAKw/_WHv2AgMe9c/s320/vazio.jpg" width="345" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu poderia ignorar todos os fatos que me fazem desistir de você..&lt;br /&gt;Eu poderia secar todas as lágrimas que você fez derramar..&lt;br /&gt;Eu poderia criar um futuro com você ao meu lado..&lt;br /&gt;Mas, dessa vez..&lt;br /&gt;Eu desisto..&lt;br /&gt;Por mais difícil que seja, por mais impossível que pareça..&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero seguir em frente sem você..&lt;br /&gt;Eu jogo tudo para o alto..&lt;br /&gt;E só consigo segurar aquilo que me faz esquecer você..&lt;br /&gt;Desculpa..&lt;br /&gt;Eu não posso mais pensar em você e sorrir..&lt;br /&gt;Eu não posso mais desejar estar com você..&lt;br /&gt;"Tudo" que tem você, não me faz bem..&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais sofrer e o meu único motivo ser você..&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais olhar nos seus olhos sem estar te amando..&lt;br /&gt;Não quero que você permaneça perto de mim..&lt;br /&gt;Por favor, se afaste..&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-me aqui com o que ainda resta..&lt;br /&gt;Leve embora minhas alegrias, meus carinhos, meus sonhos..&lt;br /&gt;Mas me deixe..&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou me arrepender..&lt;br /&gt;Se eu me arrepender, te prometo que não será por ter desistido de você..&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero encontrar algo que nunca encontrei em você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-7402200695395103674?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/7402200695395103674/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=7402200695395103674' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/7402200695395103674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/7402200695395103674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2007/12/eu-poderia-ignorar-todos-os-fatos-que.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/R3KK3mhIkfI/AAAAAAAAAKw/_WHv2AgMe9c/s72-c/vazio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-958777242081969848</id><published>2007-12-21T12:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:00:34.425-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/R2vQj2hIkcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ckkQZPv_nn8/s1600-h/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146436313549410754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="228" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/R2vQj2hIkcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ckkQZPv_nn8/s320/untitled.jpg" width="336" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou aprender a viver sem você ..&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero poder viver sem você ..&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto que minha felicidade não tem nada de você ..&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que cada passo que dou fico mais longe de você ..&lt;br /&gt;Eu percebo que nada valeu a pena ..&lt;br /&gt;Eu aprendi muito com meus erros e com seus erros ..&lt;br /&gt;Eu julgava amor, hoje julgo ilusão ..&lt;br /&gt;Eu podia ter sido somente sua ..&lt;br /&gt;Eu podia ter amado somente você ..&lt;br /&gt;Eu podia ter me dado por completo somente para você ..&lt;br /&gt;Mas você não preferiu ser o único, preferiu ser apenas mais um ..&lt;br /&gt;Você não me conhece ..&lt;br /&gt;Eu não te conheço ..&lt;br /&gt;E nós nunca iremos nos conhecer ..&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria poder começar novamente, mentira ..&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso começar novamente, mas não com você ..&lt;br /&gt;Feliz em dizer, eu não preciso de você ..&lt;br /&gt;Cada beijo, cada carinho, cada palavra dita ..&lt;br /&gt;Tudo ficou no tempo e nada em mim ..&lt;br /&gt;Sonho com meu futuro e não encontro você nele ..&lt;br /&gt;Meus momentos mais felizes não são com você ..&lt;br /&gt;Minha maior vontade não é estar com você ..&lt;br /&gt;Eu choro e você nem sabe ..&lt;br /&gt;Eu sofro e você nem nota ..&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto que meu medo é mais forte que minha vontade ..&lt;br /&gt;Eu não te perdi hoje, você não me perdeu hoje ..&lt;br /&gt;Apenas, eu nunca fui sua e você nunca foi meu ..&lt;br /&gt;Sentir sua falta é opcional ..&lt;br /&gt;Ao te ver sinto que podemos seguir juntos ..&lt;br /&gt;Mas, quando estou longe me pergunto, "por que estou com você ?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-958777242081969848?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/958777242081969848/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=958777242081969848' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/958777242081969848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/958777242081969848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2007/12/eu-vou-aprender-viver-sem-voc.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/R2vQj2hIkcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ckkQZPv_nn8/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-2182786146193954097</id><published>2007-12-16T00:49:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:00:34.743-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/R2SSXmhIkbI/AAAAAAAAAKM/tsIEd-pOV20/s1600-h/112409647_c6bdf51c5e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144397608538116530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/R2SSXmhIkbI/AAAAAAAAAKM/tsIEd-pOV20/s320/112409647_c6bdf51c5e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me aproximo. Sento. Observo.&lt;br /&gt;Posso ouvir a chuva. Forte. Pura. Bela. Real.&lt;br /&gt;São nesses momentos que gosto de pensar. De escrever. De me deliciar em palavras tão excepcionais.&lt;br /&gt;Ás vezes eu não consigo me entender. Eu não consigo entender você. Ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;Só quero fechar os olhos. Ouvir. Deixar a imaginação fluir. Fértil.&lt;br /&gt;Não choro. Dessa vez. Me encanto. Me surpreendo. Atos. Palavras. Genuíno. Apaixonante.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo parece simples. É simples. Estranho. Mas atraente.&lt;br /&gt;Palavras modificadas. Entender? Compreender? Manifesta-las em atos. Pensando?. Não entendo.&lt;br /&gt;Não busco a perfeição. Não quero.&lt;br /&gt;Ao meu redor não desejo mentiras. Você deseja?&lt;br /&gt;Gosto da verdade. Sempre. Eternamente.&lt;br /&gt;Falsear alguém. Eu já? Você? Quem conseguiria viver assim. Com isso. Disso.&lt;br /&gt;Falsear. Tornar falso. Enganar. Atraiçoar.&lt;br /&gt;Perdi amigos por me julgarem. Falsa. Franca.&lt;br /&gt;Arrependimentos? Alguns. Da franqueza? Jamais.&lt;br /&gt;Pedem minha opinião. Não aceitando a verdade. Não aceitando a mentira. Silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;Medo do elogio falso? Ou do sincero? Da critica sincera? Ou da falsa?&lt;br /&gt;Medo de mim. De você. Medo do que penso. Do que nós pensamos.&lt;br /&gt;Então opinar. Pedir opiniões. Jamais. Não acredito no que realmente digam. Não acreditam no que eu digo. Acredito. Acreditam. No que queremos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-2182786146193954097?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/2182786146193954097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=2182786146193954097' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/2182786146193954097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/2182786146193954097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2007/12/me-aproximo.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/R2SSXmhIkbI/AAAAAAAAAKM/tsIEd-pOV20/s72-c/112409647_c6bdf51c5e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-250303741371754136</id><published>2007-11-09T21:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:00:34.879-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/RzTnPlbXL5I/AAAAAAAAAJc/wkDcqrPnl_8/s1600-h/girl.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130980130412769170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/RzTnPlbXL5I/AAAAAAAAAJc/wkDcqrPnl_8/s320/girl.bmp" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você é&lt;/strong&gt; forte quando pega sua mágoa e ensina a sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você é&lt;/strong&gt; corajoso quando supera seu temor e ajuda os outros a fazer o mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você é&lt;/strong&gt; feliz quando vê uma flor e se vê abençoado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você é&lt;/strong&gt; amoroso quando sua própria dor não lhe faz cego à dor dos outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você é&lt;/strong&gt; sábio quando conhece os limites de sua sabedoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você é&lt;/strong&gt; verdadeiro quando admite que há vezes em que você se engana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você está&lt;/strong&gt; vivo quando a esperança de amanhã significa mais a você do que o erro de ontem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você é&lt;/strong&gt; livre quando tem o controle de si e não deseja controlar os outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você é&lt;/strong&gt; honrado quando descobre que sua honra é honrar os outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você é&lt;/strong&gt; generoso quando pode receber tão docemente quanto pode dar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você é&lt;/strong&gt; humilde quando não sabe como pode ser humilhado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você é&lt;/strong&gt; atencioso quando me vê exatamente como sou e me trata exatamente como você é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você é&lt;/strong&gt; misericordioso quando perdoa nos outros as faltas que você condena em si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você é&lt;/strong&gt; belo quando não precisa que um espelho lhe conte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você é&lt;/strong&gt; rico quando nunca precisa mais do que você tem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você é&lt;/strong&gt; você quando está em paz com quem você não é.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-250303741371754136?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/250303741371754136/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=250303741371754136' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/250303741371754136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/250303741371754136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2007/11/voc-forte-quando-pega-sua-mgoa-e-ensina.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/RzTnPlbXL5I/AAAAAAAAAJc/wkDcqrPnl_8/s72-c/girl.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-3675270567647056196</id><published>2007-10-29T20:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:00:35.094-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/RyZe5D50rUI/AAAAAAAAAIs/H5d6j7u0Xhs/s1600-h/nice.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126889560201276738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/RyZe5D50rUI/AAAAAAAAAIs/H5d6j7u0Xhs/s320/nice.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Encontre um homem que te chame de linda em vez de gostosa.&lt;br /&gt;Que te ligue de volta quando você desligar na cara dele.&lt;br /&gt;Que deite embaixo das estrelas e escute as batidas do seu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Que permaneça acordado só para observar você dormindo.&lt;br /&gt;Espere pelo homem que te beije na testa.&lt;br /&gt;Que faça questão de te ver todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;Que queira te mostrar para todo mundo mesmo quando você está suada.&lt;br /&gt;Que te acompanhe para ver um romance mesmo que o preferido dele seja terror.&lt;br /&gt;Um homem que segure sua mão na frente dos amigos dele.&lt;br /&gt;Que te ache a mulher mais bonita do mundo mesmo quando você está sem nenhuma maquiagem.&lt;br /&gt;Que insista em te segurar pela cintura.&lt;br /&gt;Que te abrace de surpresa na frente de todos.&lt;br /&gt;Que te lembra constantemente o quanto ele se preocupa com você e o quanto ele é sortudo por estar ao seu lado.&lt;br /&gt;Espere um homem que com certeza esteja esperando por você.&lt;br /&gt;Que vire para os amigos e diga &lt;strong&gt;É ELA&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-3675270567647056196?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/3675270567647056196/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=3675270567647056196' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/3675270567647056196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/3675270567647056196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2007/10/encontre-um-homem-que-te-chame-de-linda.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/RyZe5D50rUI/AAAAAAAAAIs/H5d6j7u0Xhs/s72-c/nice.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828701447238120166.post-4290481690614571475</id><published>2007-10-21T22:49:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:00:35.748-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/Rxv1HWgXS8I/AAAAAAAAAFc/oixIeou98_0/s1600-h/e.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123958507713285058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/Rxv1HWgXS8I/AAAAAAAAAFc/oixIeou98_0/s320/e.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não sei quem sou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Não sei quem você é.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero motivos para acreditar.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero motivos para duvidar.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas sei, e isso ninguém jamais mudará.&lt;br /&gt;Nem você.&lt;br /&gt;Nem eu.&lt;br /&gt;Nem nós.&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo mais te olhar.&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo mais pensar em você.&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo.&lt;br /&gt;Quero ficar longe.&lt;br /&gt;Quero permanecer longe.&lt;br /&gt;Quero você longe.&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de chorar.&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de te amar.&lt;br /&gt;Não procuro explicações.&lt;br /&gt;Não procuro um amor para vida toda.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que eu procuro, é sem você.&lt;br /&gt;Fecho meus olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Fecho minha boca.&lt;br /&gt;Fecho aquele sentimento que estava surgindo.&lt;br /&gt;Não te quero.&lt;br /&gt;Por que você, simplesmente, não desaparece ?&lt;br /&gt;Por que você continua aqui, me fazendo sofrer ?&lt;br /&gt;Por que você não podia ter me amado como eu te amei ?&lt;br /&gt;Por quê ?&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ouvir sua voz.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero sentir seu toque.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero nada de você.&lt;br /&gt;Siga seu caminho e deixe o meu.&lt;br /&gt;Faça o seu futuro, que eu faço o meu.&lt;br /&gt;Me esqueça, pois eu já te esqueci. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6828701447238120166-4290481690614571475?l=10-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/feeds/4290481690614571475/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6828701447238120166&amp;postID=4290481690614571475' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/4290481690614571475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6828701447238120166/posts/default/4290481690614571475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10-07.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-sei-quem-sou.html' title=''/><author><name>- [ andrea ] ..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954975438059910174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuyoJGpmj7Y/TaJyoBIGgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rKRzfCKwxIY/s220/bd78fb876ec645b7196448d1e04155c9-d2y7hqa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FbJGluksTg/Rxv1HWgXS8I/AAAAAAAAAFc/oixIeou98_0/s72-c/e.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
