<?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-35001654628632564</id><updated>2011-10-07T11:57:20.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-  Memories of a girl *</title><subtitle type='html'>O importante não é dar certo, e sim tentar e se surpreender ! (:</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-8052088649181058054</id><published>2011-07-02T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T18:11:52.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; tab-stops: 168.75pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"&gt;Minha vontade agora é sumir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%;"&gt; Chamar você. Me esconder. Ir até a sua casa e te beijar e dizer que te amo e que você é importante demais na minha vida para eu te abandonar. Sacudir você e dizer que você é um otário porque está me perdendo dessa maneira. Lembrar de você a cada manhã. Pensar em você para dormir melhor. Então eu percebo: Minhas vontades são bipolares demais. Só o que não é bipolar demais é a minha ganancia por te ter. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"&gt;Sim, eu escolheria você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Se me dessem um último pedido, eu escolheria você. Se a vida acabasse hoje ou daqui mil anos, eu escolheria você. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"&gt;(Tati Bernardi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-8052088649181058054?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8052088649181058054/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/minha-vontade-agora-e-sumir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/8052088649181058054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/8052088649181058054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/minha-vontade-agora-e-sumir.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-974342552163680854</id><published>2011-06-06T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T17:20:33.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;Independentemente do que me disser agora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;queria deixar claro algumas coisas pra você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;  Independentemente, se deu certo a nossa história,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;  Não quero que fique comigo por dó de me fazer sofrer! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-974342552163680854?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/974342552163680854/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/independentemente-do-que-me-disser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/974342552163680854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/974342552163680854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/independentemente-do-que-me-disser.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-7531985753544630382</id><published>2011-06-05T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T17:28:45.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Ela:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Eu odeio quando você age como se não significase nada para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UOeo-QFxsKs/Tewe_p8B2WI/AAAAAAAAAFg/XNbVz6Grc2Q/s1600/foto0148_001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UOeo-QFxsKs/Tewe_p8B2WI/AAAAAAAAAFg/XNbVz6Grc2Q/s320/foto0148_001.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ele:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu odeio quando você age como se não soubesse que você significa tudo para mim.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-7531985753544630382?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7531985753544630382/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/ela-eu-odeio-quando-voce-age-como-se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/7531985753544630382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/7531985753544630382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/ela-eu-odeio-quando-voce-age-como-se.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UOeo-QFxsKs/Tewe_p8B2WI/AAAAAAAAAFg/XNbVz6Grc2Q/s72-c/foto0148_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-4268222854470411809</id><published>2011-05-22T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T13:23:53.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KQgWj9YiF_Y/Tdlv4nv3J-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/fNs1t9JV5jI/s1600/foto0258_001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KQgWj9YiF_Y/Tdlv4nv3J-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/fNs1t9JV5jI/s320/foto0258_001.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Incomparável, insubstituível. Tão inesperado, tão irônico e tão surpreendente. Tão perfeito, tão maravilhoso. Chama-lo de anjo é pouco para o que ele realmente é. Quando encontra-lo, você vai ter a maior sorte do mundo, assim como eu. Eu posso garantir, ele vai te conquistar de alguma forma. Ele vai te hipnotizar e vai fazer com que você não viva sem a sua presença. Ele vai fazer com que você o ame cada vez mais conforme o tempo passe. Ele vai ser como o seu ar para você. Ele é exatamente o que você procura. Ele é amor, é carinho, é compreensão. Ele é extremamente lindo, em todos os sentidos. É extremamente viciante. Ele é segurança, é confiança. Ele te faz rir, ele te faz bem. Ele é daqueles que vai fazer o possível e talvez o impossível para te ajudar. Ele vai tentar te entender de todas as formas nem que pra isso voces briguem.Ele vai fazer você querer chorar mais isso vai passar. Pois ele vai fazer você querer acabar com a distância.&amp;nbsp;Ele vai fazer com que você se preocupe com ele. Ele é chato, irritante, bobo. E eu vou logo avisando, ele já tem dona… Ele é meu. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-4268222854470411809?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4268222854470411809/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/incomparavel-insubstituivel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/4268222854470411809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/4268222854470411809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/incomparavel-insubstituivel.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KQgWj9YiF_Y/Tdlv4nv3J-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/fNs1t9JV5jI/s72-c/foto0258_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-3935703982168201117</id><published>2011-05-22T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T13:15:01.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8SeF3_uhquU/TdluoC4F49I/AAAAAAAAAFU/KJvL2nOdVR8/s1600/menina_triste_edit%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8SeF3_uhquU/TdluoC4F49I/AAAAAAAAAFU/KJvL2nOdVR8/s1600/menina_triste_edit%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;- &lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;Eu sei que sou complicada. E, por isso, tenho medo de que as pessoas desistam de mim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-3935703982168201117?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3935703982168201117/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/eu-sei-que-sou-complicada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/3935703982168201117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/3935703982168201117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/eu-sei-que-sou-complicada.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8SeF3_uhquU/TdluoC4F49I/AAAAAAAAAFU/KJvL2nOdVR8/s72-c/menina_triste_edit%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-1285483728218784359</id><published>2011-04-27T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T17:53:10.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H-voZXstC5k/Tbi6Z8OKbjI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/wKUhUQ8DO-k/s1600/A_PLEN%257E1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H-voZXstC5k/Tbi6Z8OKbjI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/wKUhUQ8DO-k/s320/A_PLEN%257E1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Vamos ser nada? Ela: Nada? Ele: É, dizem que nada dura para sempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-1285483728218784359?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1285483728218784359/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/ele-vamos-ser-nada-ela-nada-ele-e-dizem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/1285483728218784359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/1285483728218784359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/ele-vamos-ser-nada-ela-nada-ele-e-dizem.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H-voZXstC5k/Tbi6Z8OKbjI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/wKUhUQ8DO-k/s72-c/A_PLEN%257E1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-5371489955853413427</id><published>2011-04-14T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T08:16:39.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/tP4qKCtSlA0/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tP4qKCtSlA0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tP4qKCtSlA0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desculpas, papo furado&lt;br /&gt;Você não faz questão de ficar do meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Desculpas, enrolação&lt;br /&gt;Não tá dando a mínima pro meu coração ♪&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-5371489955853413427?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5371489955853413427/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/desculpas-papo-furado-voce-nao-faz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/5371489955853413427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/5371489955853413427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/desculpas-papo-furado-voce-nao-faz.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-8532683708673276796</id><published>2011-04-10T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T20:16:06.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: lime; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Detesto não ser o suficiente, para alguém que é muito mais do que o necessário pra mim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-8532683708673276796?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8532683708673276796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/detesto-nao-ser-o-suficiente-para.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/8532683708673276796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/8532683708673276796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/detesto-nao-ser-o-suficiente-para.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-5532103762431750755</id><published>2011-04-10T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T20:14:32.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mhE68ISfD04/TaJyEDZEj2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/dpCsHt-Q8Dw/s1600/demi-lovato_-_twitter.Jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mhE68ISfD04/TaJyEDZEj2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/dpCsHt-Q8Dw/s320/demi-lovato_-_twitter.Jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Garotas podem parecer frágeis, mas não são bobas. Hoje ela chora, amanhã ela se vinga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Demi Lovato&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-5532103762431750755?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5532103762431750755/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/garotas-podem-parecer-frageis-mas-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/5532103762431750755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/5532103762431750755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/garotas-podem-parecer-frageis-mas-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mhE68ISfD04/TaJyEDZEj2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/dpCsHt-Q8Dw/s72-c/demi-lovato_-_twitter.Jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-5441201454574606512</id><published>2011-04-10T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T20:10:36.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;È essa incerteza do futuro que fode com tudo !&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-5441201454574606512?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5441201454574606512/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-essa-incerteza-do-futuro-que-fode-com.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/5441201454574606512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/5441201454574606512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-essa-incerteza-do-futuro-que-fode-com.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-1642620350676483215</id><published>2011-04-10T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T20:08:27.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C-dQ5pF60XQ/TaJwdKJYZPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/0VHNh5RxIi4/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C-dQ5pF60XQ/TaJwdKJYZPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/0VHNh5RxIi4/s320/untitled.bmp" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;ma vez me disseram : &lt;br /&gt;- quando alguem te fizer alguma coisa que te faça&amp;nbsp;chorar pelo menos uma vez, essa pessoa sim se&amp;nbsp;tornou parte de tua vida... &lt;br /&gt;e se mesmo assim ela persistir...&lt;br /&gt;desistaaa ela nãao vale a pena mesmoo,porque entre os motivos de chorar ela teria que ter&amp;nbsp;ti dado pelo menos um&amp;nbsp;motivo maior para sorrir no qual você se lembraria e não desistiria !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-1642620350676483215?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1642620350676483215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/u-ma-vez-me-disseram-quando-alguem-te.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/1642620350676483215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/1642620350676483215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/u-ma-vez-me-disseram-quando-alguem-te.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C-dQ5pF60XQ/TaJwdKJYZPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/0VHNh5RxIi4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-3591063210871315259</id><published>2011-04-10T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T11:32:01.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZaCbH_I7ypA/TaH3dHf973I/AAAAAAAAAFE/jAlSAc2HI_0/s1600/triste.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZaCbH_I7ypA/TaH3dHf973I/AAAAAAAAAFE/jAlSAc2HI_0/s320/triste.jpg" width="269" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- eu preciso parar com essa mania chata de querer que as pessoas façam o que eu faria na situação delas !&lt;br /&gt;é decepcionante ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-3591063210871315259?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3591063210871315259/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/eu-preciso-parar-com-essa-mania-chata.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/3591063210871315259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/3591063210871315259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/eu-preciso-parar-com-essa-mania-chata.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZaCbH_I7ypA/TaH3dHf973I/AAAAAAAAAFE/jAlSAc2HI_0/s72-c/triste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-7142305841552569516</id><published>2011-04-10T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T11:27:30.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D_g2udAS96I/TaH2YSfRbWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/FKXE-0WWk6s/s1600/116.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D_g2udAS96I/TaH2YSfRbWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/FKXE-0WWk6s/s320/116.jpg" width="318" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alice:&lt;/b&gt; Quanto tempo dura o que é eterno?&lt;b&gt; Coelho&lt;/b&gt;: As vezes, apenas um segundo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-7142305841552569516?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7142305841552569516/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/alice-quanto-tempo-dura-o-que-e-eterno.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/7142305841552569516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/7142305841552569516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/alice-quanto-tempo-dura-o-que-e-eterno.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D_g2udAS96I/TaH2YSfRbWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/FKXE-0WWk6s/s72-c/116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-260382752909292543</id><published>2011-03-24T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T09:19:44.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-l6ey75IsoWI/TYtvBvnlsRI/AAAAAAAAAE8/1Uey3_k-kCw/s1600/tumblr_lgrm13CBe01qd8r2z.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-l6ey75IsoWI/TYtvBvnlsRI/AAAAAAAAAE8/1Uey3_k-kCw/s320/tumblr_lgrm13CBe01qd8r2z.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;- Por que nos apaixonamos por uma pessoa mesmo sabendo que ela é errada?&lt;br /&gt;- Essa eu sei a resposta. Porque você espera estar enganado, e sempre  que ela faz uma coisa que mostra que ela não é boa, você ignora, e  sempre que ela age bem e te surpreende, ela te reconquista. E aí você  esquece a idéia de que ela não serve pra você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Amor Não tira Férias&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-260382752909292543?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/260382752909292543/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/por-que-nos-apaixonamos-por-uma-pessoa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/260382752909292543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/260382752909292543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/por-que-nos-apaixonamos-por-uma-pessoa.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-l6ey75IsoWI/TYtvBvnlsRI/AAAAAAAAAE8/1Uey3_k-kCw/s72-c/tumblr_lgrm13CBe01qd8r2z.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-446604967647272931</id><published>2011-03-24T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T09:16:20.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-gjPn5DxfjiA/TYtuT_TqTiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/1RehchHVF_U/s1600/fuck_u_by_france_wance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-gjPn5DxfjiA/TYtuT_TqTiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/1RehchHVF_U/s320/fuck_u_by_france_wance.jpg" width="231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus problemas podem não ser os piores, mas eu sei o quanto dói. E &lt;b&gt;dói&lt;/b&gt; só em mim, então não abra a boca pra falar que é &lt;u&gt;drama&lt;/u&gt;. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-446604967647272931?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/446604967647272931/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/meus-problemas-podem-nao-ser-os-piores.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/446604967647272931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/446604967647272931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/meus-problemas-podem-nao-ser-os-piores.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-gjPn5DxfjiA/TYtuT_TqTiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/1RehchHVF_U/s72-c/fuck_u_by_france_wance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-8011624001415182524</id><published>2011-03-24T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T09:14:43.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Hl7MVnuBcmg/TYtt5l3n3OI/AAAAAAAAAE0/4yx9WFu7DVs/s1600/pensando-no-pouco-que-ha1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Hl7MVnuBcmg/TYtt5l3n3OI/AAAAAAAAAE0/4yx9WFu7DVs/s320/pensando-no-pouco-que-ha1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que mais me irrita nele é que mesmo sem falar comigo; ele consegue me  irritar, e isso me faz pensar no que eu fiz de errado.. mesmo eu sabendo  que não sou a melhor pessoa do mundo, eu sei que o silêncio dele mexe  comigo de uma maneira inexplicável.drogaa ¬¬&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-8011624001415182524?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8011624001415182524/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-que-mais-me-irrita-nele-e-que-mesmo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/8011624001415182524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/8011624001415182524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-que-mais-me-irrita-nele-e-que-mesmo.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Hl7MVnuBcmg/TYtt5l3n3OI/AAAAAAAAAE0/4yx9WFu7DVs/s72-c/pensando-no-pouco-que-ha1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-7809595643526319331</id><published>2011-03-24T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T09:12:56.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-wn3xv-ULsBw/TYttgt8NRLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/pGupvg5Awcw/s1600/tumblr_l3uxkktt1F1qaynzxo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-wn3xv-ULsBw/TYttgt8NRLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/pGupvg5Awcw/s1600/tumblr_l3uxkktt1F1qaynzxo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele&lt;/b&gt;: Me perdoa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ela&lt;/b&gt;: No meu lugar, você se perdoaria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele&lt;/b&gt;: Não..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ela&lt;/b&gt;: Então, porque eu deveria? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele&lt;/b&gt;: Porque você é melhor que eu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-7809595643526319331?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7809595643526319331/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/ele-me-perdoa-ela-no-meu-lugar-voce-se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/7809595643526319331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/7809595643526319331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/ele-me-perdoa-ela-no-meu-lugar-voce-se.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-wn3xv-ULsBw/TYttgt8NRLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/pGupvg5Awcw/s72-c/tumblr_l3uxkktt1F1qaynzxo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-5810059534247169602</id><published>2011-03-24T09:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T09:10:43.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nunca diga adeus, porque dizer adeus significa ir embora. E ir embora significa esquecer. Peter Pan&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/35001654628632564-5810059534247169602?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5810059534247169602/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/nunca-diga-adeus-porque-dizer-adeus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/5810059534247169602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/5810059534247169602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/nunca-diga-adeus-porque-dizer-adeus.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-5020028036000799160</id><published>2011-03-24T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T09:09:40.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-pT-VsvPzn-I/TYtsqsyN6GI/AAAAAAAAAEs/_bL6XM_PUB0/s1600/abra%25C3%25A7oo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-pT-VsvPzn-I/TYtsqsyN6GI/AAAAAAAAAEs/_bL6XM_PUB0/s1600/abra%25C3%25A7oo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ela não vai te chamar no msn e dizer que sentiu a sua falta.  Provavelmente, ela vai entrar e sair de 10 em 10 segundos, até você a  chamar. Ela também não vai ficar te ligando ou te mandando mensagens,  mas, se ela responder às suas, considere-se sortudo. Ela não vai chegar e  te abraçar na frente de todos os seus amigos, ela vai esperar que, no  meio dessas conversas em grupo, você apenas passe o braço pelo ombro  dela. Faça isso, e eu te garanto que ela não irá dormir de noite. Na  hora da despedida, dê um beijo na testa dela, ou seja o último a largar o  abraço. Enquanto ninguém estiver vendo, sussurre palavras ao ouvido  dela, pegue na sua mão. Olhe para bem dentro dos olhos dela, eles estão  brilhando, não estão? Não espere que ela diga que o ama. Ela não o fará.  Provavelmente, ela vai te xingar e dizer que nunca conheceu alguém tão  chato quanto você, e depois disso, ela rirá. Querido, se ela fizer isso,  meus parabéns, você acaba de ganhar seu coração.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-5020028036000799160?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5020028036000799160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/ela-nao-vai-te-chamar-no-msn-e-dizer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/5020028036000799160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/5020028036000799160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/ela-nao-vai-te-chamar-no-msn-e-dizer.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-pT-VsvPzn-I/TYtsqsyN6GI/AAAAAAAAAEs/_bL6XM_PUB0/s72-c/abra%25C3%25A7oo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-7784443810097657084</id><published>2011-03-22T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T12:36:57.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7MYXpiSbaT0/TYj5jwzYexI/AAAAAAAAAEo/jPZMC-swmx8/s1600/Um-dia-a-gente-aprende.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="283" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7MYXpiSbaT0/TYj5jwzYexI/AAAAAAAAAEo/jPZMC-swmx8/s320/Um-dia-a-gente-aprende.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Nunca deixe que lhe digam que não vale a pena acreditar no sonho que se tem ou que seus planos nunca vão dar certo,ou que você nunca vai ser alguém...&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente que machuca os outros,tem gente que não sabe amar .Mas eu sei que um dia a gente aprende se você quiser alguém em quem confiar ,confie em si mesmo quem acredita sempre alcança!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mais uma vez -Renato Russo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-7784443810097657084?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7784443810097657084/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/nunca-deixe-que-lhe-digam-que-nao-vale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/7784443810097657084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/7784443810097657084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/nunca-deixe-que-lhe-digam-que-nao-vale.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7MYXpiSbaT0/TYj5jwzYexI/AAAAAAAAAEo/jPZMC-swmx8/s72-c/Um-dia-a-gente-aprende.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-1235534274782481971</id><published>2011-03-22T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T12:29:27.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia a gente aprende que...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Depois de algum tempo, você aprende a diferença, a sutil diferença, entre dar a mão e acorrentar uma alma. E você aprende que amar não significa apoiar-se, e que companhia nem sempre significa segurança. E começa a aprender que beijos não são contratos e presentes não são promessas. E começa a aceitar suas derrotas com a cabeça erguida e olhos adiante, com a graça de um adulto e não com a tristeza de uma criança.&lt;br /&gt;E aprende a construir todas as suas estradas no hoje, porque o terreno do amanhã é incerto demais para os planos, e o futuro tem o costume de cair em meio ao vão. Depois de um tempo você aprende que o sol queima se ficar exposto por muito tempo. E aprende que não importa o quanto você se importe, algumas pessoas simplesmente não se importam... E aceita que não importa quão boa seja uma pessoa, ela vai feri-lo de vez em quando e você precisa perdoá-la, por isso. Aprende que falar pode aliviar dores emocionais.&lt;br /&gt;Descobre que se levam anos para se construir confiança e apenas segundos para destruí-la, e que você pode fazer coisas em um instante das quais se arrependerá pelo resto da vida. Aprende que verdadeiras amizades continuam a crescer mesmo a longas distâncias. E o que importa não é o que você tem na vida, mas quem você tem na vida. E que bons amigos são a família que nos permitiram escolher. Aprende que não temos que mudar de amigos se compreendemos que os amigos mudam, percebe que seu melhor amigo e você podem fazer qualquer coisa, ou nada, e terem bons momentos juntos.&lt;br /&gt;Descobre que as pessoas com quem você mais se importa na vida são tomadas de você muito depressa, por isso sempre devemos deixar as pessoas que amamos com palavras amorosas, pode ser a última vez que as vejamos. Aprende que as circunstâncias e os ambientes tem influência sobre nós, mas nós somos responsáveis por nós mesmos. Começa a aprender que não se deve comparar com os outros, mas com o melhor que pode ser. Descobre que se leva muito tempo para se tornar a pessoa que quer ser, e que o tempo é curto. Aprende que não importa onde já chegou, mas onde está indo, mas se você não sabe para onde está indo, qualquer lugar serve. Aprende que, ou você controla seus atos ou eles o controlarão, e que ser flexível não significa ser fraco ou não ter personalidade, pois não importa quão delicada e frágil seja uma situação, sempre existem dois lados.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que heróis são pessoas que fizeram o que era necessário fazer, enfrentando as conseqüências. Aprende que paciência requer muita prática. Descobre que algumas vezes a pessoa que você espera que o chute quando você cai é uma das poucas que o ajudam a levantar-se.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que maturidade tem mais a ver com os tipos de experiência que se teve e o que você aprendeu com elas do que com quantos aniversários você celebrou. Aprende que há mais dos seus pais em você do que você supunha. Aprende que nunca se deve dizer a uma criança que sonhos são bobagens, poucas coisas são tão humilhantes e seria uma tragédia se ela acreditasse nisso.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que quando está com raiva tem o direito de estar com raiva, mas isso não te dá o direito de ser cruel. Descobre que só porque alguém não o ama do jeito que você quer que ame, não significa que esse alguém não o ama, contudo o que pode, pois existem pessoas que nos amam, mas simplesmente não sabem como demonstrar ou viver isso.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que nem sempre é suficiente ser perdoado por alguém, algumas vezes você tem que aprender a perdoar-se a si mesmo. Aprende que com a mesma severidade com que julga, você será em algum momento condenado. Aprende que não importa em quantos pedaços seu coração foi partido, o mundo não pára para que você o conserte. Aprende que o tempo não é algo que possa voltar para trás.&lt;br /&gt;Portanto... plante seu jardim e decore sua alma, ao invés de esperar que alguém lhe traga flores. E você aprende que realmente pode suportar... que realmente é forte, e que pode ir muito mais longe depois de pensar que não se pode mais. E que realmente a vida tem valor e que você tem valor diante da vida!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-1235534274782481971?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1235534274782481971/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/um-dia-gente-aprende-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/1235534274782481971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/1235534274782481971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/um-dia-gente-aprende-que.html' title='Um dia a gente aprende que...'/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-8466388076693339462</id><published>2011-03-22T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T12:21:47.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="tweet-row"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ZYfSnbVF9Pw/TYj2tcHrw3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/nbbiLmMKK8Y/s1600/pessoa-triste-i2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ZYfSnbVF9Pw/TYj2tcHrw3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/nbbiLmMKK8Y/s320/pessoa-triste-i2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-text"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;''Você sabe a diferença entre promessas e memórias? Nós quebramos as promessas, e memórias nos quebram.''&lt;/span&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/35001654628632564-8466388076693339462?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8466388076693339462/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/voce-sabe-diferenca-entre-promessas-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/8466388076693339462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/8466388076693339462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/voce-sabe-diferenca-entre-promessas-e.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ZYfSnbVF9Pw/TYj2tcHrw3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/nbbiLmMKK8Y/s72-c/pessoa-triste-i2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-5502874116319505757</id><published>2011-03-22T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T11:27:34.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8.5pt; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;É nossa indiferença que me mata por dentro ,mas eu sempre finjo aceitar&amp;nbsp;!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;algo que não sou -Nx zero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-5502874116319505757?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5502874116319505757/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/e-nossa-indiferenca-que-me-mata-por.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/5502874116319505757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/5502874116319505757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/e-nossa-indiferenca-que-me-mata-por.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-5526467562795229742</id><published>2011-03-22T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T11:07:23.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-C0290HXAs7c/TYjjgcAJKOI/AAAAAAAAAEg/RvCSLci3Wu8/s1600/bebe_coracao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-C0290HXAs7c/TYjjgcAJKOI/AAAAAAAAAEg/RvCSLci3Wu8/s1600/bebe_coracao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Meu coração é um bebe, não importa quantas vezes ele foi partindo&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;,quando eu acho que ele vai aprende ele continua igual ingênuo, acreditando nas pessoas e sempre sempre perdoa,minha cabeça é a mais velha essa sim pensa,tenta achar uma razão pra certas coisas e me fala como agir...meu coração como toda criança é teimoso e sempre vence me fazendo agir da maneira dele,ele tem o total controle sobre mim...a maais velha não consegue entender como eu consigo da atenção para um bebe, que sempre acredita que as pessoas podem mudar que sempre caindo continua não aprendendo só levanta e sorri !&lt;br /&gt;eita ingenuidade ein nada pra ele é difícil por mais que ele esteja dolorido chorando muito igual a qualquer bebe, parece que ele sabe bem lá no fundo que é assim que tem que viver ,parece que ele entende que na vida muuitas pessoas vão me machucar mais não vai ser nenhuma delas que vão me impedir de levantar, não adianta eu procurar razões e maneiras de agir se com ele é tudo verdadeiro só tem sentimento que não pode mudar o irmãozinho dele o amor esse é briguento viu ele tenta de qualquer maneira fazer a maais velha&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;ver que ela não vai conseguir entender ele e muito menos mandar nele na maneira que ele deve &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;agir e eles vivem assim brigando, porque a razão quer ter o controle da situação como qualquer mais velho, mais não é que as crianças dão uma rasteira nela...eita família difícil !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-5526467562795229742?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5526467562795229742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/meu-coracao-e-um-bebe-nao-importa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/5526467562795229742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/5526467562795229742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/meu-coracao-e-um-bebe-nao-importa.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-C0290HXAs7c/TYjjgcAJKOI/AAAAAAAAAEg/RvCSLci3Wu8/s72-c/bebe_coracao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-828044738533832445</id><published>2011-03-17T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T17:15:10.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah se eu pudesse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Se eu pudesse colher estrelas, todo dia eu levaria uma pra você. Se eu pudesse chegar ao sol,eu pegaria um raio de luz para você. Se eu pudesse encontrar o pote do arco íris,eu daria todas as cores para você.Eu faria isso tudo só por você! Se eu pudesse chamar todos os passarinhos,eu os faria cantar para você.Se eu pudesse construiria uma montanha só sua,para que você descansasse mais perto do céu.Se eu pudesse eu isolaria uma floresta onde só você pudesse entrar,ir ao seu próprio encontro e&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;respirar paz.Eu faria isso tudo só por você!Se eu pudesse eu lhe levaria todas as alegrias do universo naqueles dias em que se sente triste.Eu criaria um lugar especial feito só para você,um lugar onde você pudesse achar serenidade,estar só consigo e se refazer dos seus cansaços.Se eu pudesse apagar os seus problemas,eu usaria toda a minha força para faze-los desaparecer.Eu faria tudo isso só por você!...Mas não sei colher estrelas,não posso chegar ao sol,nem sei aonde está o ponte do arco íris.Não sei chamar os passarinhos nem sou capaz de contruir montanhas.Não tenho licença para isolar uma floresta nem posso livrar você de todos os problemas.Mas eu sei que posso dar-lhe o que mais forte existe em mim:&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;está vontade de ver você sempre feliz!eu te amo demais!&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;S2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IgetmjqQJsY/TYJs6P_6qWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Em5isbEwCSs/s1600/OgAAAEUMtYZTtwK0IOEGXrGktYic1kGTZAORsVmiBq3TZx9G01U4gnD5a9jDORZIRH0bmZpwiXREzSrOcNb24OjYHQgAm1T1UASt-TpHQR-mQBf0mUJ_9bBplCBf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IgetmjqQJsY/TYJs6P_6qWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Em5isbEwCSs/s320/OgAAAEUMtYZTtwK0IOEGXrGktYic1kGTZAORsVmiBq3TZx9G01U4gnD5a9jDORZIRH0bmZpwiXREzSrOcNb24OjYHQgAm1T1UASt-TpHQR-mQBf0mUJ_9bBplCBf.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&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/35001654628632564-828044738533832445?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/828044738533832445/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/ah-se-eu-pudesse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/828044738533832445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/828044738533832445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/ah-se-eu-pudesse.html' title='Ah se eu pudesse...'/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IgetmjqQJsY/TYJs6P_6qWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Em5isbEwCSs/s72-c/OgAAAEUMtYZTtwK0IOEGXrGktYic1kGTZAORsVmiBq3TZx9G01U4gnD5a9jDORZIRH0bmZpwiXREzSrOcNb24OjYHQgAm1T1UASt-TpHQR-mQBf0mUJ_9bBplCBf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-1383789310032660498</id><published>2011-03-17T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T13:26:09.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-FD6B5VD6o_M/TYJna2--E0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/WBJ1oA0JCQI/s1600/Bela_e_Edward_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-FD6B5VD6o_M/TYJna2--E0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/WBJ1oA0JCQI/s320/Bela_e_Edward_2.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele:&lt;/strong&gt; Posso te contar uma história?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela&lt;/strong&gt;: Claro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele&lt;/strong&gt;: Então tá... Era uma vez você e eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela&lt;/strong&gt;: Só isso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele&lt;/strong&gt;: Sim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela&lt;/strong&gt;: E não tem fim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele&lt;/strong&gt;: É, essa é a minha parte preferida...&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-1383789310032660498?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1383789310032660498/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/ele-posso-te-contar-uma-historia-ela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/1383789310032660498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/1383789310032660498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/ele-posso-te-contar-uma-historia-ela.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-FD6B5VD6o_M/TYJna2--E0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/WBJ1oA0JCQI/s72-c/Bela_e_Edward_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-4810492275807717537</id><published>2011-03-15T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T16:34:36.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não escolha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table class="text-graphic-content-table"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="text-content"&gt;&lt;div class="text-content contentTextFont"&gt;&lt;span class="content-text-font" id="0-body"&gt;a&amp;nbsp;pessoa mais bonita do mundo.&lt;wbr&gt; Escolha a pessoa que faz do seu mundo,&lt;wbr&gt; o mais bonito! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-JMBzwIHyYpU/TX_3JZWAStI/AAAAAAAAAEI/zhewi_9jp_o/s1600/abraco%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-JMBzwIHyYpU/TX_3JZWAStI/AAAAAAAAAEI/zhewi_9jp_o/s320/abraco%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="text-content contentTextFont"&gt;&lt;span class="content-text-font"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-4810492275807717537?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4810492275807717537/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/nao-escolha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/4810492275807717537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/4810492275807717537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/nao-escolha.html' title='Não escolha...'/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-JMBzwIHyYpU/TX_3JZWAStI/AAAAAAAAAEI/zhewi_9jp_o/s72-c/abraco%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-2163746140484319835</id><published>2011-03-03T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T14:45:17.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele:&lt;/b&gt; Como eu falo pra ela,que eu a amo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ela:&lt;/b&gt; Só fale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele:&lt;/b&gt; Ok,vou praticar isso com você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ela:&lt;/b&gt; Ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Eu amo você.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ela:&lt;/b&gt; Eu amo você também,agora vai lá e conta pra ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele:&lt;/b&gt; Eu acabei de contar &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-abzUexAAcBs/TWBY7ptz7XI/AAAAAAAAAEA/xep3b2dxpMo/s1600/tumblr_lghl6ePDHl1qa1svwo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-abzUexAAcBs/TWBY7ptz7XI/AAAAAAAAAEA/xep3b2dxpMo/s320/tumblr_lghl6ePDHl1qa1svwo1_500.jpg" width="318" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- eu estou cheia e cansada da sua atitude,eu estou sentindo como se eu  não te conhecesse,você diz que me ama e então, me derruba...&lt;br /&gt;E eu preciso de você como um batimento cardíaco,Mas você sabe que tem uma tendência à maldade&lt;br /&gt;Isso me faz correr e me esconder quando você está por perto.Sim, eu lembro o que você disse noite passada&lt;br /&gt;E eu sei que você vê o que você está fazendo para mim ,diga-me o porquê :/ &lt;br /&gt;Bem, eu estou muito confusa e frustrada&lt;br /&gt;Esquecendo o que eu estou tentando dizer.Eu estou cheia e cansada das suas razões,&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tenho que acreditar nelas você me diz que me quer, e então me empurra para longe ...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Taylor Swift&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-3424247476041808545?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3424247476041808545/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-estou-cheia-e-cansada-da-sua_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/3424247476041808545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/3424247476041808545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-estou-cheia-e-cansada-da-sua_19.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-abzUexAAcBs/TWBY7ptz7XI/AAAAAAAAAEA/xep3b2dxpMo/s72-c/tumblr_lghl6ePDHl1qa1svwo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-1273075023538300828</id><published>2011-02-19T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T15:31:37.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f6-ts2iTFGE/TWBSumD_t9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/ZPEeuqB8CW0/s1600/tumblr_lbbvwwe7tE1qbwwa9o1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f6-ts2iTFGE/TWBSumD_t9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/ZPEeuqB8CW0/s320/tumblr_lbbvwwe7tE1qbwwa9o1_400.jpg" width="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;- Eu andava para trás e para frente todo esse tempo porque eu sinceramente acreditei em você !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Taylor Swift&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-1273075023538300828?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1273075023538300828/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-andava-para-tras-e-para-frente-todo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/1273075023538300828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/1273075023538300828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-andava-para-tras-e-para-frente-todo.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f6-ts2iTFGE/TWBSumD_t9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/ZPEeuqB8CW0/s72-c/tumblr_lbbvwwe7tE1qbwwa9o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-3840655685531689721</id><published>2011-02-18T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T04:48:55.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tBg5tiigBro/TV5qS0Wa4vI/AAAAAAAAAD0/sM2g3sNoJN8/s1600/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tBg5tiigBro/TV5qS0Wa4vI/AAAAAAAAAD0/sM2g3sNoJN8/s320/2.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - eu te amo !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-3840655685531689721?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3840655685531689721/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-te-amo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/3840655685531689721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/3840655685531689721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-te-amo.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tBg5tiigBro/TV5qS0Wa4vI/AAAAAAAAAD0/sM2g3sNoJN8/s72-c/2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-52033290042888737</id><published>2011-02-18T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T04:43:58.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t8HHYo4AJTs/TV5o-P9CAbI/AAAAAAAAADw/W3jU1mZmlug/s1600/DSC08297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t8HHYo4AJTs/TV5o-P9CAbI/AAAAAAAAADw/W3jU1mZmlug/s320/DSC08297.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-opCPxLGrLk8/TV5oro0qaoI/AAAAAAAAADs/PqZ3aYoItv0/s1600/DSC08297dsd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;Que saudade de voces ! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-52033290042888737?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/52033290042888737/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/que-saudade-de-voces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/52033290042888737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/52033290042888737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/que-saudade-de-voces.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t8HHYo4AJTs/TV5o-P9CAbI/AAAAAAAAADw/W3jU1mZmlug/s72-c/DSC08297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-2394415991759434771</id><published>2011-02-18T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T04:09:52.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/zoyvmbuoXt8/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zoyvmbuoXt8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zoyvmbuoXt8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Eu esta lá quando nós dissemos ''Para todo o sempre''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-2394415991759434771?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2394415991759434771/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-esta-la-quando-nos-dissemos-para.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/2394415991759434771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/2394415991759434771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-esta-la-quando-nos-dissemos-para.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-6768846550422010099</id><published>2011-02-18T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T03:59:12.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RZ4qot43wBk/TV5e6nBtHiI/AAAAAAAAADo/KvcDxc4fveo/s1600/blog22-sarahseven.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RZ4qot43wBk/TV5e6nBtHiI/AAAAAAAAADo/KvcDxc4fveo/s320/blog22-sarahseven.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- garota estúpida eu deveria saber, deveria saber que eu não sou uma princesa, isso não é um conto-de-fadas!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Taylor Swift&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-6768846550422010099?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6768846550422010099/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/garota-estupida-eu-deveria-saber.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/6768846550422010099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/6768846550422010099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/garota-estupida-eu-deveria-saber.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RZ4qot43wBk/TV5e6nBtHiI/AAAAAAAAADo/KvcDxc4fveo/s72-c/blog22-sarahseven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-3794152412365976110</id><published>2011-02-15T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T15:47:38.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/UWQbSbwDkRM/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UWQbSbwDkRM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UWQbSbwDkRM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- eu nem me lembro&lt;/span&gt; de querer alguem como eu quero você pra mim !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-3794152412365976110?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3794152412365976110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-nem-me-lembro-de-querer-alguem-como.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/3794152412365976110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/3794152412365976110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-nem-me-lembro-de-querer-alguem-como.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-1968352329477178835</id><published>2011-02-07T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T11:26:36.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TVBHRjND8gI/AAAAAAAAADk/FopWoaXFA-k/s1600/abrao11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TVBHRjND8gI/AAAAAAAAADk/FopWoaXFA-k/s320/abrao11.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;"Eu preciso sentir que você ainda sente ,eu preciso que o seu coração dê um choque no meu,eu preciso saber que seu peito ainda aperta um pouco quando eu vou embora e se espalha como borboletas na veia quando eu chego . "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;Tati Bernardi&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/35001654628632564-1968352329477178835?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1968352329477178835/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-preciso-sentir-que-voce-ainda-sente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/1968352329477178835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/1968352329477178835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-preciso-sentir-que-voce-ainda-sente.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TVBHRjND8gI/AAAAAAAAADk/FopWoaXFA-k/s72-c/abrao11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-2459041961430968219</id><published>2011-02-07T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T10:41:22.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TVA8rF3vxdI/AAAAAAAAADg/LmzHtRX6B00/s1600/2852078609_da672e5060.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="307" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TVA8rF3vxdI/AAAAAAAAADg/LmzHtRX6B00/s320/2852078609_da672e5060.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Eu sou uma idiota em confiar tanto em você,em largar tanta coisa,em fazer tuudo por você e maais idiota ainda de acreditar que talvez você faria&amp;nbsp;a mesma coisa&amp;nbsp;por mim !&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-2459041961430968219?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2459041961430968219/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-sou-uma-idiota-em-confiar-tanto-em.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/2459041961430968219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/2459041961430968219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-sou-uma-idiota-em-confiar-tanto-em.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TVA8rF3vxdI/AAAAAAAAADg/LmzHtRX6B00/s72-c/2852078609_da672e5060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-3874480753966677687</id><published>2011-02-07T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T10:40:23.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TVA8bqFfXBI/AAAAAAAAADc/_KD2qq2o8kI/s1600/8699b486836a4e842035e3bf910173998045f136.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TVA8bqFfXBI/AAAAAAAAADc/_KD2qq2o8kI/s320/8699b486836a4e842035e3bf910173998045f136.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0"&gt;"E você me olha com essa carinha banal de "me espera só mais um pouquinho". Querendo me congelar enquanto você confere pela centésima vez se não tem mesmo nenhuma mulher melhor do que eu. E sempre volta."&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tati Bernardi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-3874480753966677687?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3874480753966677687/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/e-voce-me-olha-com-essa-carinha-banal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/3874480753966677687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/3874480753966677687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/e-voce-me-olha-com-essa-carinha-banal.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TVA8bqFfXBI/AAAAAAAAADc/_KD2qq2o8kI/s72-c/8699b486836a4e842035e3bf910173998045f136.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-1388043595096027363</id><published>2011-02-01T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T10:44:41.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TUgdt3k_7ZI/AAAAAAAAADY/MXamibUwOMo/s1600/haha2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="82" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TUgdt3k_7ZI/AAAAAAAAADY/MXamibUwOMo/s320/haha2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Um segundo é o bastante pra perceber como grande é o sonho de estar ao lado de alguem como você!&lt;br /&gt;eu te amo !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-1388043595096027363?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1388043595096027363/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/um-segundo-e-o-bastante-pra-perceber.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/1388043595096027363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/1388043595096027363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/um-segundo-e-o-bastante-pra-perceber.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TUgdt3k_7ZI/AAAAAAAAADY/MXamibUwOMo/s72-c/haha2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-4552519923666517454</id><published>2011-01-17T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T13:53:22.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Se lembre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TTS6I7a9dZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/h96wbvJNWA8/s1600/dsf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TTS6I7a9dZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/h96wbvJNWA8/s320/dsf.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sinto uma separação chegando,porque eu sei que você quer ir embora...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu gostaria que nevasse hoje à noite você me levaria para dentro e evitaríamos uma briga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque eu&amp;nbsp; sinto uma separação chegando.&lt;/div&gt;Apenas prove que não tem mais como tentar&lt;div&gt;Porque a verdade,eu preferiria que nós dois negássemos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você me beija com os olhos abertos ,isso diz muito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não é nenhuma surpresa para você ,mas eu tenho algo deixado aqui dentro...&lt;/div&gt;Não se renda, se renda, se renda&lt;div&gt;Por favor se lembre, se lembre de dezembro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estávamos tão apaixonados antes agora você está ouvindo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que eles dizem não vá por esse caminho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se lembre, se lembre, de dezembro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por favor se lembre (Não se renda)&lt;/div&gt;Você disse que não iria deixá-los mudar sua opinião&lt;div&gt;Porque quando estamos juntos nosso fogo derrete o gelo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nossos corações estão ambos cansados venha comigo, vamos correr hoje à noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não deixe todas lembranças para trás.&lt;/div&gt;Não se renda, se renda, se renda&lt;div&gt;Por favor se lembre, se lembre de dezembro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estávamos tão apaixonados antes ,agora você está ouvindo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que eles dizem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não vá por esse caminho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se lembre, se lembre, de dezembro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por favor se lembre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu Lembro de nós juntos com uma promessa de "para sempre"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nós podemos fazer isso combater a pressão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por favor se lembre de dezembro&lt;/div&gt;Não se renda&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Remember December -Demi lovato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-4552519923666517454?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4552519923666517454/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/se-lembre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/4552519923666517454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/4552519923666517454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/se-lembre.html' title='Se lembre'/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TTS6I7a9dZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/h96wbvJNWA8/s72-c/dsf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-3997414714109112909</id><published>2011-01-17T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T13:12:56.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TTSwmRKhj7I/AAAAAAAAADM/uMHbGbe-5as/s1600/4031164385_38dfc66b46.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TTSwmRKhj7I/AAAAAAAAADM/uMHbGbe-5as/s1600/4031164385_38dfc66b46.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Você diz que me ama, e então me empurra para longe !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; tell me why- Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 id="watch-headline-title"&gt;&lt;span class="" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="Tell me why (Diga-me O Por quê) - Taylor Swift"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-3997414714109112909?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3997414714109112909/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/voce-diz-que-me-ama-e-entao-me-empurra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/3997414714109112909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/3997414714109112909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/voce-diz-que-me-ama-e-entao-me-empurra.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TTSwmRKhj7I/AAAAAAAAADM/uMHbGbe-5as/s72-c/4031164385_38dfc66b46.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-2006036416573128588</id><published>2011-01-17T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T10:44:00.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>É impossivel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TTROSrwTJoI/AAAAAAAAADI/iZsoxg59TkM/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TTROSrwTJoI/AAAAAAAAADI/iZsoxg59TkM/s1600/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eu me apego a aquela noite em que voce me&amp;nbsp;prometeu&amp;nbsp;me amar para sempre,quando tudo nos fazia rir,onde eramos tão felizes que chegavamos até esquecer da hora das pessoas...&lt;br /&gt;maais agora esta ficando impossiveel a nossa comunicação,voce não é mais o mesmo ,parece tão triste&amp;nbsp;:/&lt;br /&gt;As coisas mudaraam ta ficando dificil manter a calma quando voce começa ver tudo cair ! eu to ali no chão pra que nao se&amp;nbsp;quebre ,maais eu sei que ela não vai ser a mesma quando eu a pegar, vaai ser o fim de tudo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-2006036416573128588?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2006036416573128588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/e-impossivel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/2006036416573128588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/2006036416573128588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/e-impossivel.html' title='É impossivel'/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TTROSrwTJoI/AAAAAAAAADI/iZsoxg59TkM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-4033504168309484161</id><published>2011-01-09T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T11:42:36.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TSoPZDTCU5I/AAAAAAAAADE/QQbnNulBcwA/s1600/confusa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TSoPZDTCU5I/AAAAAAAAADE/QQbnNulBcwA/s320/confusa.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Euu só queria entender o que se passa com você ¬¬&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-4033504168309484161?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4033504168309484161/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/euu-so-queria-entender-o-que-se-passa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/4033504168309484161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/4033504168309484161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/euu-so-queria-entender-o-que-se-passa.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TSoPZDTCU5I/AAAAAAAAADE/QQbnNulBcwA/s72-c/confusa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-4343270713210621335</id><published>2011-01-03T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T06:15:31.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TSHZ4RHuk0I/AAAAAAAAADA/-lqJLBbBWI8/s1600/livro-de-the-last-song-no-brasil.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TSHZ4RHuk0I/AAAAAAAAADA/-lqJLBbBWI8/s320/livro-de-the-last-song-no-brasil.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;saiba  valorizar quem te ama de verdade, esses sim merecem seu respeito.  quanto ao resto? ninguém nunca precisou de restos para ser feliz (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-4343270713210621335?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4343270713210621335/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/saiba-valorizar-quem-te-ama-de-verdade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/4343270713210621335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/4343270713210621335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/saiba-valorizar-quem-te-ama-de-verdade.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TSHZ4RHuk0I/AAAAAAAAADA/-lqJLBbBWI8/s72-c/livro-de-the-last-song-no-brasil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-3528787163548493634</id><published>2010-12-30T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T08:26:30.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando eu acordo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TRywi80gl8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/lhhA0g8zMVE/s1600/Foto0099.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TRywi80gl8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/lhhA0g8zMVE/s320/Foto0099.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu gosto do jeito&amp;nbsp; que você é de manhã&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando nós estamos ao telefone e sem um aviso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu percebo que sua risada é o melhor som que já escutei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu gosto do jeito no qual não consigo me manter concentrada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu observo você falar, e você não percebe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu ouço as palavras, mas tudo no que consigo pensar é que deveriamos estarmos juntos. Agoraa ! *-*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Taylor Swift- Jump Then Fall&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &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/35001654628632564-3528787163548493634?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3528787163548493634/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/quando-eu-acordo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/3528787163548493634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/3528787163548493634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/quando-eu-acordo.html' title='Quando eu acordo'/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TRywi80gl8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/lhhA0g8zMVE/s72-c/Foto0099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-1936258965936535064</id><published>2010-12-09T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T15:05:09.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>meeeeeeeeu  Gui !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TQFfnpdQbII/AAAAAAAAAC0/EndV_8u-8p8/s1600/pam+e+guii.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TQFfnpdQbII/AAAAAAAAAC0/EndV_8u-8p8/s320/pam+e+guii.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;- Eu não existiria em um mundo no qual voce não existisse !&lt;br /&gt;você é a melhor coisa que aconteceu pra mim, eu te amo muito por toda minha vida &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-1936258965936535064?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1936258965936535064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/meeeeeeeeu-gui.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/1936258965936535064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/1936258965936535064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/meeeeeeeeu-gui.html' title='meeeeeeeeu  Gui !'/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TQFfnpdQbII/AAAAAAAAAC0/EndV_8u-8p8/s72-c/pam+e+guii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-3650047662955189157</id><published>2010-12-08T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T09:49:10.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu sei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TP_Ehl1oxbI/AAAAAAAAACw/av49kLPuag0/s1600/escola+067.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TP_Ehl1oxbI/AAAAAAAAACw/av49kLPuag0/s320/escola+067.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Que vai chegar a hora de você partir ,eu também sei que vou ficar esperando você voltar... &lt;br /&gt;Esperando que não seja o fim, Pra você e pra mim !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 4 mil horas- fake number&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-3650047662955189157?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3650047662955189157/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/eu-sei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/3650047662955189157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/3650047662955189157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/eu-sei.html' title='Eu sei'/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TP_Ehl1oxbI/AAAAAAAAACw/av49kLPuag0/s72-c/escola+067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-3494370739872169081</id><published>2010-12-06T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T05:55:24.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EU TE AMO !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TPzpqwdnJvI/AAAAAAAAACs/VJgEyqG3GZI/s1600/C%25C3%25B3pia+de+IMG0090A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TPzpqwdnJvI/AAAAAAAAACs/VJgEyqG3GZI/s320/C%25C3%25B3pia+de+IMG0090A.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;- ninguém mais me importa no meu mundo é só você !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-3494370739872169081?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3494370739872169081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/eu-te-amo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/3494370739872169081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/3494370739872169081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/eu-te-amo.html' title='EU TE AMO !'/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TPzpqwdnJvI/AAAAAAAAACs/VJgEyqG3GZI/s72-c/C%25C3%25B3pia+de+IMG0090A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-5905489667444939908</id><published>2010-12-05T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T07:24:23.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu não sei o que anda acontecendo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TPuuecG0nJI/AAAAAAAAACo/0wPwvc9onDI/s1600/tristeza-bajo-la-lluvia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TPuuecG0nJI/AAAAAAAAACo/0wPwvc9onDI/s320/tristeza-bajo-la-lluvia.jpg" width="235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;- talvez fingir que não me importo e que não vou me abalar seja a melhor solução , eu não posso mudar nada mesmo /:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-5905489667444939908?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5905489667444939908/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/eu-nao-sei-o-que-anda-acontecendo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/5905489667444939908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/5905489667444939908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/eu-nao-sei-o-que-anda-acontecendo.html' title='Eu não sei o que anda acontecendo'/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TPuuecG0nJI/AAAAAAAAACo/0wPwvc9onDI/s72-c/tristeza-bajo-la-lluvia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-2706861076803377822</id><published>2010-12-04T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T09:53:43.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>alguma coisa esta errada !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TPp_wMTVbQI/AAAAAAAAACk/T1NsvLp1fgk/s1600/briga+de+casal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TPp_wMTVbQI/AAAAAAAAACk/T1NsvLp1fgk/s320/briga+de+casal.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;- Eu só pedi um pouco mais de atenção,mais parece que para você foi demais!&lt;br /&gt;Você não vê como isso me faz sofrer,logo eu que ja fiz de tudo por você...&lt;br /&gt;você não vê as feridas por isso não sabe como doi,Suas palavras me machucam,suas atitudes me fazem chorar.&lt;br /&gt;eu não sei onde isso vai levar,admito que estou com medo muito medo!&lt;br /&gt;você age como se eu não tivesse sentimentos que eles não vão se ferir caso você vá embora, você pensa que vou relevar tudo mais não sou tão forte assim.Tá doendo to sofrendo to precisando de você, você não vê ?&lt;br /&gt;o que aconteceu com você ?&lt;br /&gt;você deve achar isso tudo muito bobo, porque quem esta chorando aqui não é você&amp;nbsp; ! ¬¬&lt;br /&gt;e escreve aqui não vai adiantar nada /:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-2706861076803377822?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2706861076803377822/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/alguma-coisa-esta-errada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/2706861076803377822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/2706861076803377822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/alguma-coisa-esta-errada.html' title='alguma coisa esta errada !'/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TPp_wMTVbQI/AAAAAAAAACk/T1NsvLp1fgk/s72-c/briga+de+casal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-6138537814180760137</id><published>2010-12-03T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T13:51:03.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TPlmEOOCczI/AAAAAAAAACg/AOVkOa_IwLQ/s1600/lagrima.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TPlmEOOCczI/AAAAAAAAACg/AOVkOa_IwLQ/s1600/lagrima.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;- eu não vou te ligar, eu não vou sofrer, eu não vou chorar é nisso que eu tento acreditar /:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-6138537814180760137?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6138537814180760137/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/eu-nao-vou-te-ligar-eu-nao-vou-sofrer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/6138537814180760137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/6138537814180760137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/eu-nao-vou-te-ligar-eu-nao-vou-sofrer.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TPlmEOOCczI/AAAAAAAAACg/AOVkOa_IwLQ/s72-c/lagrima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-3006644037587558900</id><published>2010-12-03T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T04:25:26.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TPjhk2ca4oI/AAAAAAAAACU/slEARvsdFkk/s1600/acabou.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TPjhk2ca4oI/AAAAAAAAACU/slEARvsdFkk/s1600/acabou.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Chega uma hora que você cansa.&lt;br /&gt;Cansa de se preocupar, cansa de tentar agradar, cansa de fazer tudo dá certo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-3006644037587558900?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3006644037587558900/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/chega-uma-hora-que-voce-cansa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/3006644037587558900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/3006644037587558900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/chega-uma-hora-que-voce-cansa.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TPjhk2ca4oI/AAAAAAAAACU/slEARvsdFkk/s72-c/acabou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-8708585447707450655</id><published>2010-12-01T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T05:16:40.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TPZI2Lk17GI/AAAAAAAAACQ/g1mZmEDJ2AI/s1600/ORKUT+ANTIGA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TPZI2Lk17GI/AAAAAAAAACQ/g1mZmEDJ2AI/s320/ORKUT+ANTIGA.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;- quando estou com você eu não consigo pensar em mim, eu só vejo quem me faz feliz !&lt;br /&gt;dia após dia eu preciso mais de você ,vejo que valeu a pena tudo que eu sonhei em ter ter em meus braços e acontecer o que sempre quis ,você mudou minha vida&amp;nbsp; e hoje sou feliz !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Outra vez,Banda Misti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-8708585447707450655?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8708585447707450655/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/quando-estou-com-voce-eu-nao-consigo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/8708585447707450655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/8708585447707450655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/quando-estou-com-voce-eu-nao-consigo.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TPZI2Lk17GI/AAAAAAAAACQ/g1mZmEDJ2AI/s72-c/ORKUT+ANTIGA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-112966558679541609</id><published>2010-11-28T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T04:59:49.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Você parece um sonho para mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TPJRTEMqT4I/AAAAAAAAACM/mP2v4k737-w/s1600/Livro-de-The-Last-Song-A-Ultima-Cancao-esta-em-producao-para-chegar-no-Brasil.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TPJRTEMqT4I/AAAAAAAAACM/mP2v4k737-w/s320/Livro-de-The-Last-Song-A-Ultima-Cancao-esta-em-producao-para-chegar-no-Brasil.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sim,quando meu mundo está caindo aos pedaços quando não há luz para quebrar a escuridão ...&lt;br /&gt;é quando eu,eu,eu olho pra você.&lt;br /&gt;You,appear,just like a dream to me ! &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-112966558679541609?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112966558679541609/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/voce-parece-um-sonho-para-mim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/112966558679541609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/112966558679541609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/voce-parece-um-sonho-para-mim.html' title='Você parece um sonho para mim'/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TPJRTEMqT4I/AAAAAAAAACM/mP2v4k737-w/s72-c/Livro-de-The-Last-Song-A-Ultima-Cancao-esta-em-producao-para-chegar-no-Brasil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-4715821677739469034</id><published>2010-11-27T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T17:40:25.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esse amor em mim !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TPGyz9L-7eI/AAAAAAAAACI/jA2wd8_R-FA/s1600/Apaixonados_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TPGyz9L-7eI/AAAAAAAAACI/jA2wd8_R-FA/s320/Apaixonados_.jpg" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;- como pode me fazer tão bem assim, como pode me fazer esquecer de tudo quando estou com você, como pode me fazer te amar tanto , como pode ser tão perfeito pra mim ,como pode esse poder sobre mim, como pode me fazer tão feliz! *-*&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; G.B &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-4715821677739469034?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4715821677739469034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/esse-amor-em-mim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/4715821677739469034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/4715821677739469034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/esse-amor-em-mim.html' title='Esse amor em mim !'/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TPGyz9L-7eI/AAAAAAAAACI/jA2wd8_R-FA/s72-c/Apaixonados_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-6472727314466324770</id><published>2010-11-27T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T08:02:19.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TPBAG4UzoJI/AAAAAAAAACA/jAKDtJu9kJE/s1600/salto_para_o_infinito_by_lacrymosagigia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TPBAG4UzoJI/AAAAAAAAACA/jAKDtJu9kJE/s320/salto_para_o_infinito_by_lacrymosagigia.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eu vou é tentar se não der certo, FODA-SE ! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-3832790252652259161?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3832790252652259161/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/eu-vou-e-tentar-se-nao-der-certo-foda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/3832790252652259161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/3832790252652259161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/eu-vou-e-tentar-se-nao-der-certo-foda.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TPBAG4UzoJI/AAAAAAAAACA/jAKDtJu9kJE/s72-c/salto_para_o_infinito_by_lacrymosagigia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-8386115050145104546</id><published>2010-11-26T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T15:13:37.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TPA-mhOJx4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/RjT6HCYn0yw/s1600/inveja.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TPA-mhOJx4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/RjT6HCYn0yw/s320/inveja.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A inveja é a prova da incapacidade ! ú.ú&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-8386115050145104546?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8386115050145104546/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/inveja-e-prova-da-incapacidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/8386115050145104546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/8386115050145104546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/inveja-e-prova-da-incapacidade.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TPA-mhOJx4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/RjT6HCYn0yw/s72-c/inveja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-6598203698155584530</id><published>2010-11-26T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T05:01:11.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TPA6K6cLr8I/AAAAAAAAABw/kaVVmPsZ-hQ/s1600/Confusa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TPA6K6cLr8I/AAAAAAAAABw/kaVVmPsZ-hQ/s320/Confusa.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;- Pare de me comparar com quem eu posso ou não ser,pare de me criticar,pare de falar como devo agir,pare de fica me julgando como se só eu erra-se aqui,pare de brigar comigo por não ser como você queria que fosse,pare com tudo isso por favor,eu preciso de você e não quero ver você indo embora por eu ser assim tão diferente de você /:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-6598203698155584530?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6598203698155584530/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/pare-de-me-comparar-com-quem-eu-posso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/6598203698155584530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/6598203698155584530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/pare-de-me-comparar-com-quem-eu-posso.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TPA6K6cLr8I/AAAAAAAAABw/kaVVmPsZ-hQ/s72-c/Confusa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-2472335801191516414</id><published>2010-11-26T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T14:26:33.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bipolaridade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TO-e7E9EIBI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z9lXyofvDJ0/s1600/imgen+essa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TO-e7E9EIBI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z9lXyofvDJ0/s320/imgen+essa.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/div&gt;- Primeiro você vem diz que me ama ,que sou tudo pra você e quer ficar comigo pra sempre,me deixando feliz ,segundos depois você vem dizendo que não sabe se me quer e se me ama mesmo agindo como se eu pouco importasse pra você , me fazendo chorar...&lt;br /&gt;É essa sua &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;bipolaridade&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; que me deixa assim surtando sem saber o que fazer, fazendo perguntas onde eu sei que não a respostas /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_250924232"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_250924233"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-2472335801191516414?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2472335801191516414/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/bipolaridade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/2472335801191516414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/2472335801191516414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/bipolaridade.html' title='Bipolaridade'/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TO-e7E9EIBI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z9lXyofvDJ0/s72-c/imgen+essa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-2491492214791874740</id><published>2010-11-25T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T04:47:41.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu não sou</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TO7Pd_OKabI/AAAAAAAAABo/JwXgwcUUi2A/s1600/felicidade_bolhas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TO7Pd_OKabI/AAAAAAAAABo/JwXgwcUUi2A/s320/felicidade_bolhas.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Perfeita, nem quero. O incrível da vida, é saber que existem pessoas que te amam, pelo que você é, com seus vícios e defeitos. E isso nada paga. O que você compra, usa, fala. . não conta. Conta o que você faz. Seu dinheiro não compra amor, nem classe. Seu status social não faz você ter amigos verdadeiros. E você vai esperar quebrar a cara e deixar o tempo passar, pra perceber que poderia ter feito mais, por você mesmo? O que você faz pelo mundo? e por você? acorda. O tempo não para.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; autor desconhecido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-2491492214791874740?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2491492214791874740/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/normal-0-21-false-false-false-pt-br-x_6448.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/2491492214791874740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/2491492214791874740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/normal-0-21-false-false-false-pt-br-x_6448.html' title='Eu não sou'/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TO7Pd_OKabI/AAAAAAAAABo/JwXgwcUUi2A/s72-c/felicidade_bolhas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-1612860498042493467</id><published>2010-11-25T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T13:01:24.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TO7OIl6bDdI/AAAAAAAAABk/MuDjaSfTIRs/s1600/Fotos+de+namorados+apaixonados+asdasdas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TO7OIl6bDdI/AAAAAAAAABk/MuDjaSfTIRs/s1600/Fotos+de+namorados+apaixonados+asdasdas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Já começei a perceber o poder que você tem sobre mim !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Manu Gavassi ,Garoto errado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-1612860498042493467?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1612860498042493467/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/ja-comecei-perceber-o-poder-que-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/1612860498042493467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/1612860498042493467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/ja-comecei-perceber-o-poder-que-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TO7OIl6bDdI/AAAAAAAAABk/MuDjaSfTIRs/s72-c/Fotos+de+namorados+apaixonados+asdasdas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-5237388653829718865</id><published>2010-11-25T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T12:37:49.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TO7IRkreQqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mM7E86NHE6U/s1600/1240551938_ultimo_casal_de_apaixonados.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TO7IRkreQqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mM7E86NHE6U/s320/1240551938_ultimo_casal_de_apaixonados.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O tempo é a maior prova do que é verdadeiro dura para sempre !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-5237388653829718865?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5237388653829718865/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-tempo-e-maior-prova-do-que-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/5237388653829718865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/5237388653829718865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-tempo-e-maior-prova-do-que-e.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TO7IRkreQqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mM7E86NHE6U/s72-c/1240551938_ultimo_casal_de_apaixonados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-7264694797208646560</id><published>2010-11-25T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T12:23:30.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TO7EdtcICPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/R68T-6B4csc/s1600/arruma.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TO7EdtcICPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/R68T-6B4csc/s320/arruma.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O tempo vai gravar a tua voz em mim, pra que eu possa te ouvir toda vez que precisar de algum motivo pra sorrir. eu te amo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&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/35001654628632564-7264694797208646560?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7264694797208646560/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/normal-0-21-false-false-false-pt-br-x_4967.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/7264694797208646560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/7264694797208646560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/normal-0-21-false-false-false-pt-br-x_4967.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TO7EdtcICPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/R68T-6B4csc/s72-c/arruma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-3518392179859261891</id><published>2010-11-25T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T11:37:10.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TO647Gty7hI/AAAAAAAAAA0/UKL2JasqCk4/s1600/abra%25C3%25A7o.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TO647Gty7hI/AAAAAAAAAA0/UKL2JasqCk4/s1600/abra%25C3%25A7o.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;"Talvez amar alguém seja o único ponto de partida para tornar nossa a nossa vida." (Alice Koller)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-3518392179859261891?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3518392179859261891/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/normal-0-21-false-false-false-pt-br-x_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/3518392179859261891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/3518392179859261891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/normal-0-21-false-false-false-pt-br-x_25.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TO647Gty7hI/AAAAAAAAAA0/UKL2JasqCk4/s72-c/abra%25C3%25A7o.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-1967082125957964784</id><published>2010-11-25T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T11:27:12.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TO64Yn5rsJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/vXdSBWfckCU/s1600/engracadas2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TO64Yn5rsJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/vXdSBWfckCU/s320/engracadas2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eu não vou esperar você mudar, nãao mesmo ú.ú&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-1967082125957964784?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1967082125957964784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/eu-nao-vou-esperar-voce-mudar-naao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/1967082125957964784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/1967082125957964784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/eu-nao-vou-esperar-voce-mudar-naao.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TO64Yn5rsJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/vXdSBWfckCU/s72-c/engracadas2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-6877183712449447960</id><published>2010-11-25T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T11:25:50.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TO63_4o3l2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/B23p2o0plLQ/s1600/rg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TO63_4o3l2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/B23p2o0plLQ/s320/rg.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eu escolhi ser feliz com você , não me deixe aqui !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-6877183712449447960?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6877183712449447960/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/eu-escolhi-ser-feliz-com-voce-nao-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/6877183712449447960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/6877183712449447960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/eu-escolhi-ser-feliz-com-voce-nao-me.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TO63_4o3l2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/B23p2o0plLQ/s72-c/rg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-6365687209713257406</id><published>2010-11-25T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T11:23:32.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TO62zOoXvUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/DkAfWdYoGFY/s1600/Abra%25C3%25A7o1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TO62zOoXvUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/DkAfWdYoGFY/s320/Abra%25C3%25A7o1.jpg" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica um segundo aqui e me faz companhia ,quero adiar a dor de me sentir sozinha ! /:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-6365687209713257406?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6365687209713257406/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/fica-um-segundo-aqui-e-me-faz-companhia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/6365687209713257406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/6365687209713257406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/fica-um-segundo-aqui-e-me-faz-companhia.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TO62zOoXvUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/DkAfWdYoGFY/s72-c/Abra%25C3%25A7o1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-8231421818105584905</id><published>2010-11-25T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T11:17:42.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TO62A4tHK5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/010bHwzsgZ8/s1600/indo+emora.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="194" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TO62A4tHK5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/010bHwzsgZ8/s320/indo+emora.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não teria ido embora, se você tivesse me pedido pra ficar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-8231421818105584905?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8231421818105584905/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/eu-nao-teria-ido-embora-se-voce-tivesse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/8231421818105584905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/8231421818105584905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/eu-nao-teria-ido-embora-se-voce-tivesse.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TO62A4tHK5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/010bHwzsgZ8/s72-c/indo+emora.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-136425778856764594</id><published>2010-11-25T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T11:40:19.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TO60w67QX-I/AAAAAAAAAAg/eaQOi-e7eTg/s1600/theblueeyes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TO60w67QX-I/AAAAAAAAAAg/eaQOi-e7eTg/s320/theblueeyes.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;"A metade dos nossos erros na vida vem do fato de que sentimos quando devemos pensar e pensamos quando devíamos sentir." (Lhurton Collins)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-136425778856764594?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/136425778856764594/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/normal-0-21-false-false-false-pt-br-x.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/136425778856764594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/136425778856764594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/normal-0-21-false-false-false-pt-br-x.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TO60w67QX-I/AAAAAAAAAAg/eaQOi-e7eTg/s72-c/theblueeyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-9058915816040901965</id><published>2010-11-25T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T11:09:03.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TO6zpk0Xw0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/zRZBpjiBFv0/s1600/adeus-amiga%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="166" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TO6zpk0Xw0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/zRZBpjiBFv0/s320/adeus-amiga%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; Eu venho e vou como se não tivesse explicações a serem dadas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Como se não fosse doer , caso você fosse embora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Beeshop come and go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-9058915816040901965?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9058915816040901965/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/eu-venho-e-vou-como-se-nao-tivesse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/9058915816040901965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/9058915816040901965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/eu-venho-e-vou-como-se-nao-tivesse.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TO6zpk0Xw0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/zRZBpjiBFv0/s72-c/adeus-amiga%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001654628632564.post-1583389151087431538</id><published>2010-11-25T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T10:56:28.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TO6wlTg0fWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GGa64c4v7xo/s1600/felicidade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TO6wlTg0fWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GGa64c4v7xo/s1600/felicidade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;É quando aceitamos a vida, que tudo se torna mais facil !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001654628632564-1583389151087431538?l=memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1583389151087431538/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/quando-aceitamos-vida-que-tudo-se-torna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/1583389151087431538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001654628632564/posts/default/1583389151087431538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofagirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/quando-aceitamos-vida-que-tudo-se-torna.html' title=''/><author><name>my world of dreams :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365356144018347819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6mMFLjcjE/Th3L4R1nIbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J2l_8TD9KDA/s220/Foto0234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRpaT8aGMFs/TO6wlTg0fWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GGa64c4v7xo/s72-c/felicidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
