<?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-7040329556678878276</id><updated>2012-02-01T14:46:47.365-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas da Vidaa...</title><subtitle type='html'>Um blog simples, com pequenos textos mas que ás vezes demonstram sentimentos.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429477068574810047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fcddx87Emfg/TjH40bPYwuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/claxGhFtMqY/s220/IMG0353A.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040329556678878276.post-9153078952441370191</id><published>2012-01-26T22:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T22:33:53.539-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Voltaria.</title><content type='html'>Se pudesse voltar atras,&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; talvez voltaria sim,&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; para viver tudo de novo,&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; mas, com um novo fim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040329556678878276-9153078952441370191?l=coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/9153078952441370191/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2012/01/voltaria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/9153078952441370191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/9153078952441370191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2012/01/voltaria.html' title='Voltaria.'/><author><name>Gee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429477068574810047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fcddx87Emfg/TjH40bPYwuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/claxGhFtMqY/s220/IMG0353A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040329556678878276.post-2698823667330346950</id><published>2012-01-11T21:00:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T21:00:54.602-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ausência.</title><content type='html'>Sinto seu coração aqui perto, mesmo você estando tão distante.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o toque das suas mãos, segurando a minha;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o gosto do seu beijo e o sabor que ele tinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que sinto, não vai passar&lt;br /&gt;enquanto você não estiver por perto;&lt;br /&gt;isso vai sempre me atormentar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fecho os olhos e vejo seu rosto&lt;br /&gt;é o que me ajuda a viver;&lt;br /&gt;a saudade me machuca, preciso de você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperarei o tempo que for,&lt;br /&gt;até você voltar;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração estará sempre aqui, pronto pra te amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo e isso nunca vai mudar&lt;br /&gt;não importa a distancia&lt;br /&gt;Sempre irei te amar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040329556678878276-2698823667330346950?l=coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2698823667330346950/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2012/01/sinto-seu-coracao-aqui-perto-mesmo-voce.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/2698823667330346950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/2698823667330346950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2012/01/sinto-seu-coracao-aqui-perto-mesmo-voce.html' title='Ausência.'/><author><name>Gee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429477068574810047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fcddx87Emfg/TjH40bPYwuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/claxGhFtMqY/s220/IMG0353A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040329556678878276.post-6425214479724132095</id><published>2012-01-08T20:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T20:03:02.287-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao seu lado</title><content type='html'>Quando estou ao seu lado, minha vontade é de gritar tudo o que sinto. Por que? Talvez por eu não conseguir&amp;nbsp; segurar mais isso dentro de mim, que a cada vez que você sorri, é como se algo explodisse no meu coração. Ah! Como eu queria, queria contar tudo; todos os sonhos, todos os pensamentos, tudo. Talvez você entenderia, e quem sabe sentisse o mesmo por mim. Quantas chances perdidas, e esse passado, nosso passado, se pudesse volta-lo ia; reviveria tudo de novo, e não perderia a chance de dizer eu te amo. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040329556678878276-6425214479724132095?l=coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6425214479724132095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2012/01/ao-seu-lado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/6425214479724132095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/6425214479724132095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2012/01/ao-seu-lado.html' title='Ao seu lado'/><author><name>Gee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429477068574810047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fcddx87Emfg/TjH40bPYwuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/claxGhFtMqY/s220/IMG0353A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040329556678878276.post-4848909998463932855</id><published>2011-12-31T14:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T14:32:51.566-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Ano Novo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6OxyvokOfR8/Tv84tPQiNjI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/dmARgSDCEt4/s1600/feliz-ano-novo-2012-12-285x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6OxyvokOfR8/Tv84tPQiNjI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/dmARgSDCEt4/s1600/feliz-ano-novo-2012-12-285x300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Que este ano que se inicia seja de&lt;u&gt; paz&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;amor&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;saúde&lt;/u&gt; para todos nós.&lt;br /&gt;E lembre - se não é o ano que tem que ser diferente.. é você!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bjuss ;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040329556678878276-4848909998463932855?l=coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4848909998463932855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/12/feliz-ano-novo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/4848909998463932855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/4848909998463932855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/12/feliz-ano-novo.html' title='Feliz Ano Novo!'/><author><name>Gee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429477068574810047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fcddx87Emfg/TjH40bPYwuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/claxGhFtMqY/s220/IMG0353A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6OxyvokOfR8/Tv84tPQiNjI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/dmARgSDCEt4/s72-c/feliz-ano-novo-2012-12-285x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040329556678878276.post-7154202812175272848</id><published>2011-12-12T22:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T22:04:33.753-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O que eu preciso?</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Preciso me &lt;u&gt;desapegar&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; de tudo o que é ruim;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;seguir &lt;u&gt;adiante&lt;/u&gt; sem me preocupar com o fim;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;sorrir&lt;/u&gt; para tudo o que ruim for&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ter a esperança de que ainda encontrarei o&lt;u&gt; amor.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tu-Ff6szHTI/TuaWZsPcqNI/AAAAAAAAAJE/pvUSIypyR4g/s1600/1301367887389_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tu-Ff6szHTI/TuaWZsPcqNI/AAAAAAAAAJE/pvUSIypyR4g/s320/1301367887389_f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040329556678878276-7154202812175272848?l=coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7154202812175272848/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-que-eu-preciso.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/7154202812175272848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/7154202812175272848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-que-eu-preciso.html' title='O que eu preciso?'/><author><name>Gee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429477068574810047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fcddx87Emfg/TjH40bPYwuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/claxGhFtMqY/s220/IMG0353A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tu-Ff6szHTI/TuaWZsPcqNI/AAAAAAAAAJE/pvUSIypyR4g/s72-c/1301367887389_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040329556678878276.post-6804539903960625400</id><published>2011-12-11T12:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T12:00:37.385-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E eu sei que isso vai passar,&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; Isso vai passar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NNNNZlvbt78/TuS3d-1HbCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RmpH_M-p2No/s1600/cachorro-triste.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NNNNZlvbt78/TuS3d-1HbCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RmpH_M-p2No/s320/cachorro-triste.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Gee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429477068574810047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fcddx87Emfg/TjH40bPYwuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/claxGhFtMqY/s220/IMG0353A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NNNNZlvbt78/TuS3d-1HbCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RmpH_M-p2No/s72-c/cachorro-triste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040329556678878276.post-5103615551010182927</id><published>2011-11-30T21:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T21:16:00.786-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Agora.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje estou melhor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42qDvqawKGk/Tta4uWFuP_I/AAAAAAAAAI0/kHGvcSCG1_8/s1600/tumblr_l9fxfwzvC31qdiy13o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42qDvqawKGk/Tta4uWFuP_I/AAAAAAAAAI0/kHGvcSCG1_8/s320/tumblr_l9fxfwzvC31qdiy13o1_500.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;estou sim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;seguindo minha vida;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;curtindo o que tem de melhor pra mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Aproveito cada minuto,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;cada dia, pra nunca esquecer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;não perco mais o meu tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;pensando em você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Feliz estou,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;e sei que mais ainda vou ser,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Porque o que tem guardado pra mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;é melhor do que você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&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/7040329556678878276-5103615551010182927?l=coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5103615551010182927/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/11/agora.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/5103615551010182927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/5103615551010182927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/11/agora.html' title='Agora.'/><author><name>Gee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429477068574810047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fcddx87Emfg/TjH40bPYwuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/claxGhFtMqY/s220/IMG0353A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42qDvqawKGk/Tta4uWFuP_I/AAAAAAAAAI0/kHGvcSCG1_8/s72-c/tumblr_l9fxfwzvC31qdiy13o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040329556678878276.post-514090672725267943</id><published>2011-09-27T13:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T13:39:47.239-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembranças</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Lembranças...&lt;/i&gt;&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; &lt;i&gt;Lembranças...&lt;/i&gt;&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; De quando éramos &lt;u&gt;apenas crianças.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ogd1ZohjgZE/ToH73yoJo3I/AAAAAAAAAIo/4wseg7S6G5k/s1600/crian%25C3%25A7as.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ogd1ZohjgZE/ToH73yoJo3I/AAAAAAAAAIo/4wseg7S6G5k/s320/crian%25C3%25A7as.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fcddx87Emfg/TjH40bPYwuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/claxGhFtMqY/s220/IMG0353A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ogd1ZohjgZE/ToH73yoJo3I/AAAAAAAAAIo/4wseg7S6G5k/s72-c/crian%25C3%25A7as.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040329556678878276.post-5055420394937712851</id><published>2011-09-24T21:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T21:37:04.510-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Como eu queria..</title><content type='html'>Como eu queria ter voce aqui comigo,&lt;br /&gt;sentir teu cheiro, teu abraço;&lt;br /&gt;Fazer dos teus braços, o meu abrigo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durmir e acordar do teu lado,&lt;br /&gt;esquecer o mundo;&lt;br /&gt;apenas viver meu momento encantado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como eu queria dizer tudo que sinto,&lt;br /&gt;te dar todo o meu amor,&lt;br /&gt;te fazer esquecer toda a dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te mostrar que por você faria o que pudesse,&lt;br /&gt;que ainda temos muito para viver,&lt;br /&gt;como eu queria que você soubesse;&lt;br /&gt;que minha felicidade se resume em você.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040329556678878276-5055420394937712851?l=coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5055420394937712851/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/09/como-eu-queria.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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que não achei nas noites de luar;&lt;br /&gt;Procuro no seu beijo&lt;br /&gt;a agua que faz, minha sede matar;&lt;br /&gt;Procuro nos seus braços o calor&lt;br /&gt;que nas noites frias venha me aquecer.&lt;br /&gt;Procuro por tudo,&lt;br /&gt;a essência que me faz viver;&lt;br /&gt;E tudo o que procuro, eu encontro em você. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040329556678878276-6047352887608173893?l=coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6047352887608173893/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-que-eu-procuro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/6047352887608173893'/><link 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/&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; De 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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ay1Z23idRaQ/TmflPkNtenI/AAAAAAAAAIk/BzdbdGeUkok/s1600/Sempre..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ay1Z23idRaQ/TmflPkNtenI/AAAAAAAAAIk/BzdbdGeUkok/s320/Sempre..jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fcddx87Emfg/TjH40bPYwuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/claxGhFtMqY/s220/IMG0353A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ay1Z23idRaQ/TmflPkNtenI/AAAAAAAAAIk/BzdbdGeUkok/s72-c/Sempre..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040329556678878276.post-529666342989678527</id><published>2011-08-31T21:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T21:15:45.592-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Te amo.</title><content type='html'>Te amo, com cada gesto, com cada sorriso;&lt;br /&gt;Você fez do meu universo um paraíso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FU34F28_nWk/Tl7N4g6zVFI/AAAAAAAAAIA/7oSR-AuHS4s/s1600/amor3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="157" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FU34F28_nWk/Tl7N4g6zVFI/AAAAAAAAAIA/7oSR-AuHS4s/s200/amor3.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Te amo por tudo o que vivemos,&lt;br /&gt;Pelas brincadeiras que tivemos.&lt;br /&gt;Te amo, por fazer meu mundo mais colorido&lt;br /&gt;Por trazer de volta a felicidade que tinha esquecido.&lt;br /&gt;Te amo pelos bons momentos juntos&lt;br /&gt;momentos que nunca vou esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;Te amo pelos abraços e beijos,&lt;br /&gt;por me ensinar a viver.&lt;br /&gt;Te amo por hoje eu ser o que sou,&lt;br /&gt;E te amo mais ainda, por me ensinar o que é o Amor.&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040329556678878276-529666342989678527?l=coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/529666342989678527/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/08/te-amo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/529666342989678527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/529666342989678527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/08/te-amo.html' title='Te amo.'/><author><name>Gee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429477068574810047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fcddx87Emfg/TjH40bPYwuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/claxGhFtMqY/s220/IMG0353A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FU34F28_nWk/Tl7N4g6zVFI/AAAAAAAAAIA/7oSR-AuHS4s/s72-c/amor3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040329556678878276.post-4644798768662522885</id><published>2011-08-31T20:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T21:16:58.735-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Falta.</title><content type='html'>Dói tanto no meu peito a falta que você me faz,&lt;br /&gt;queria apenas uma chance pra mostrar do que sou capaz&lt;br /&gt;que eu daria tudo para te ver feliz&lt;br /&gt;que faria tudo o que você sempre quis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos meus sonhos você está sempre presente&lt;br /&gt;não consigo te esquecer, por mais que eu tente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta do seu sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;é como o ar que respiro;&lt;br /&gt;é dele que preciso.&lt;br /&gt;Cada olhar seu&lt;br /&gt;ao encontro com o meu;&lt;br /&gt;me guia ao paraíso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saiba que meu coração será somente seu&lt;br /&gt;que não importa quanto tempo vai passar;&lt;br /&gt;o que é seu é seu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo isso não posso negar;&lt;br /&gt;o que nasceu em mim&lt;br /&gt;o tempo não vai arrancar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040329556678878276-4644798768662522885?l=coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4644798768662522885/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/08/falta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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fim&lt;br /&gt;Olho suas fotos;&lt;br /&gt;E lágrimas saem de mim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você se foi, e deixou a solidão&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; Vê se volta logo,&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; Traz de volta meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040329556678878276-2885299591163756986?l=coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fcddx87Emfg/TjH40bPYwuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/claxGhFtMqY/s220/IMG0353A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040329556678878276.post-6400676739421321240</id><published>2011-07-28T21:31:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T16:59:52.439-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LY6KAJQY1ok/TjIA9CLgvuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/5rxnGuSLnQQ/s1600/sonho1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LY6KAJQY1ok/TjIA9CLgvuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/5rxnGuSLnQQ/s320/sonho1.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No meu sorriso trago a alegria de viver,&lt;br /&gt;sei que tudo o que é ruim , no futuro vou esquecer,&lt;br /&gt;por que sei, que o que prevalece são os bons momentos.&lt;br /&gt;São memórias guardadas no meu pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;Que na minha caminhada, possa estar sempre confiante,&lt;br /&gt;que no momento de minha tristeza, eu lembre por um instante;&lt;br /&gt;Que Deus é por mim, e me ajudará;&lt;br /&gt;E na minha longa jornada, Ele me guiara. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Gee Sousa'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040329556678878276-6400676739421321240?l=coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6400676739421321240/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-meu-sorriso-trago-alegria-de-viver.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/6400676739421321240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/6400676739421321240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-meu-sorriso-trago-alegria-de-viver.html' title=''/><author><name>Gee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429477068574810047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fcddx87Emfg/TjH40bPYwuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/claxGhFtMqY/s220/IMG0353A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LY6KAJQY1ok/TjIA9CLgvuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/5rxnGuSLnQQ/s72-c/sonho1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040329556678878276.post-105400731292674724</id><published>2011-06-20T21:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T21:55:38.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Viva intensamente,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sonhe com emoção&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; Aproveite cada segundo&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; Guarde no coração.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040329556678878276-105400731292674724?l=coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/105400731292674724/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/06/viva-intensamente-sonhe-com-emocao.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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que sentimos tanto&lt;br /&gt;a falta de alguém que o que mais queremos&lt;br /&gt;é tirar esta pessoa de nossos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;e abraçá-la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhe com aquilo que você quiser.&lt;br /&gt;Seja o que você quer ser,&lt;br /&gt;porque você possui apenas uma vida&lt;br /&gt;e nela só se tem uma chance&lt;br /&gt;de fazer aquilo que se quer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenha felicidade bastante para fazê-la doce.&lt;br /&gt;Dificuldades para fazê-la forte.&lt;br /&gt;Tristeza para fazê-la humana.&lt;br /&gt;E esperança suficiente para fazê-la feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas mais felizes&lt;br /&gt;não têm as melhores coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Elas sabem fazer o melhor&lt;br /&gt;das oportunidades que aparecem&lt;br /&gt;em seus caminhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade aparece para aqueles que choram.&lt;br /&gt;Para aqueles que se machucam.&lt;br /&gt;Para aqueles que buscam e tentam sempre.&lt;br /&gt;E para aqueles que reconhecem&lt;br /&gt;a importância das pessoas que passam por suas vidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O futuro mais brilhante&lt;br /&gt;é baseado num passado intensamente vivido.&lt;br /&gt;Você só terá sucesso na vida&lt;br /&gt;quando perdoar os erros&lt;br /&gt;e as decepções do passado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é curta, mas as emoções que podemos deixar&lt;br /&gt;duram uma eternidade.&lt;br /&gt;A vida não é de se brincar&lt;br /&gt;porque um belo dia se morre.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="fr0"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Clarice Lispector &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0"&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/7040329556678878276-5621018136246701901?l=coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKA_2kjIxao/TfUvHRMP-lI/AAAAAAAAAGk/dSjyntM2DYg/s1600/10783cachorro1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040329556678878276-3917259716454704263?l=coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3917259716454704263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/06/dia-dos-namorados.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/3917259716454704263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/3917259716454704263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/06/dia-dos-namorados.html' title='Dia dos namorados'/><author><name>Gee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429477068574810047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fcddx87Emfg/TjH40bPYwuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/claxGhFtMqY/s220/IMG0353A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040329556678878276.post-4417084372681350436</id><published>2011-05-06T13:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T13:11:51.049-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Essa noite sonhei com você,&lt;br /&gt;Não porque eu queria sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;Mas é que mesmo dormindo,&lt;br /&gt;Minha cabeça e meu coração ainda insistem em lembrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040329556678878276-4417084372681350436?l=coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4417084372681350436/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/05/essa-noite-sonhei-com-voce-nao-porque.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/4417084372681350436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/4417084372681350436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/05/essa-noite-sonhei-com-voce-nao-porque.html' title=''/><author><name>Gee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429477068574810047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fcddx87Emfg/TjH40bPYwuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/claxGhFtMqY/s220/IMG0353A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040329556678878276.post-7955509650062885649</id><published>2011-05-04T11:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T11:24:59.096-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estarei aqui esperando por você,&lt;br /&gt;enquanto as estrelas no céu brilharem,&lt;br /&gt;e a lua aparecer,&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto o sol chegar, iluminando um novo amanhecer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040329556678878276-7955509650062885649?l=coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040329556678878276-8683407546459917950?l=coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8683407546459917950/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/05/paixao-vem-e-passa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/8683407546459917950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Sempre.</title><content type='html'>Hoje estou feliz, ainda não sei o porquê.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez por ter lembrado de tudo, dos momentos que tive com você.&lt;br /&gt;Apesar das desilusões ainda te tenho em meu pensamento,&lt;br /&gt;Mas a sua ausência para mim, ainda é um tormento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Gee Sousa' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040329556678878276-7005132434237837930?l=coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7005132434237837930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/03/sempre.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/7005132434237837930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/7005132434237837930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/03/sempre.html' title='Sempre.'/><author><name>Gee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429477068574810047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fcddx87Emfg/TjH40bPYwuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/claxGhFtMqY/s220/IMG0353A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040329556678878276.post-5176052365616347981</id><published>2011-03-15T20:51:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T17:48:43.669-03:00</updated><title type='text'>É uma pena</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/--9Acwca9nYc/TX_6m7mLobI/AAAAAAAAAFU/jUu0IZ72kjY/s1600/99863335_a00a8b90b0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/--9Acwca9nYc/TX_6m7mLobI/AAAAAAAAAFU/jUu0IZ72kjY/s320/99863335_a00a8b90b0.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma pena que você não soube valorizar&lt;br /&gt;o que tinha nas mãos e agora não tem mais.&lt;br /&gt;Se me der atenção, pro meu coração diferença não faz.&lt;br /&gt;Que se dane o mundo, que se dane tudo já não importa mais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040329556678878276-5176052365616347981?l=coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5176052365616347981/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/5176052365616347981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/5176052365616347981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='É uma pena'/><author><name>Gee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429477068574810047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fcddx87Emfg/TjH40bPYwuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/claxGhFtMqY/s220/IMG0353A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/--9Acwca9nYc/TX_6m7mLobI/AAAAAAAAAFU/jUu0IZ72kjY/s72-c/99863335_a00a8b90b0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040329556678878276.post-6370826175599589114</id><published>2011-03-12T14:15:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T17:19:14.905-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não Desista</title><content type='html'>Se Sonho fizesse sentido, não seria sonho.&lt;br /&gt;Se a vida fosse fácil não seria vida, seria sonho.&lt;br /&gt;Se amar não machucasse não seria amor, seria amizade.&lt;br /&gt;Então não desista daquilo que te faz imensamente feliz, porque não&lt;br /&gt;sabemos quando será a última vez que veremos as pessoas que&lt;br /&gt;nos importa e que realmente nós amamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;- autor desconhecido - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040329556678878276-6370826175599589114?l=coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6370826175599589114/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/03/nao-desista.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/6370826175599589114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/6370826175599589114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/03/nao-desista.html' title='Não Desista'/><author><name>Gee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429477068574810047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fcddx87Emfg/TjH40bPYwuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/claxGhFtMqY/s220/IMG0353A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040329556678878276.post-2346996299738971881</id><published>2011-02-22T19:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T17:19:32.464-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Viver...</title><content type='html'>É chegar onde tudo &lt;u&gt;começa&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Amar...&lt;/u&gt; é ir onde nada termina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Viva...&lt;/u&gt; como se fosse cedo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Reflita..&lt;/u&gt;.como se fosse tarde&lt;br /&gt;Sinta o que você diz... &lt;u&gt;com carinho&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diga o que você pensa... &lt;u&gt;com esperança&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pense no que você faz.... &lt;u&gt;com fé&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faça o que você deve fazer... &lt;u&gt;com amor&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas as manhãs nos é dada a chance de um novo recomeço.&lt;br /&gt;Olhe no espelho e pense: Tenho tudo para ser &lt;b&gt;Feliz&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;- autor desconhecido -&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;/div&gt;&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iaxq2eScl4c/TWQ5msUKWjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/uL4xy6cPWWs/s1600/espelho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iaxq2eScl4c/TWQ5msUKWjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/uL4xy6cPWWs/s1600/espelho.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040329556678878276-2346996299738971881?l=coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2346996299738971881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/02/viver.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/2346996299738971881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/2346996299738971881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/02/viver.html' title='Viver...'/><author><name>Gee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429477068574810047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fcddx87Emfg/TjH40bPYwuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/claxGhFtMqY/s220/IMG0353A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iaxq2eScl4c/TWQ5msUKWjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/uL4xy6cPWWs/s72-c/espelho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040329556678878276.post-4785182600951907446</id><published>2011-02-10T21:37:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T17:19:48.004-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aprendi..</title><content type='html'>Que não sei quase nada, que sempre precisarei aprender, que a vida é muito curta, e que nao há tempo a perder. &lt;u&gt;Percebi&lt;/u&gt;... Que nem tudo é possivel,&amp;nbsp; que as vezes é dificil sorrir, que a vida faz jogo duro mas que eu nao vou desistir. &lt;u&gt;Entendi&lt;/u&gt;.. Que quando sofro eu aprendo, que a dor ensina a viver, que a vida é um lindo caminho ao qual iremos crescer. &lt;u&gt;Descobri&lt;/u&gt;... Que nao é fácil viver, que o destino nos reserva dor, mas que a tristeza termina, onde começa o &lt;u&gt;Amor&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;- autor desconhecido -&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tzVuwnQ-nGE/TVR2yumiDYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/IJREWUUXBU4/s1600/crianca_borboleta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tzVuwnQ-nGE/TVR2yumiDYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/IJREWUUXBU4/s320/crianca_borboleta.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040329556678878276-4785182600951907446?l=coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4785182600951907446/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/02/aprendi.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/4785182600951907446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/4785182600951907446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/02/aprendi.html' title='Aprendi..'/><author><name>Gee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429477068574810047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fcddx87Emfg/TjH40bPYwuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/claxGhFtMqY/s220/IMG0353A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tzVuwnQ-nGE/TVR2yumiDYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/IJREWUUXBU4/s72-c/crianca_borboleta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040329556678878276.post-8797957801839422844</id><published>2011-01-09T17:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T17:59:00.636-02:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Always Remember You</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong class="editable_area"&gt;I'll Always Remember You (tradução) - Miley Cyrus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong class="editable_area"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;'Mas o passado já foi, temos continuar em frente&lt;br /&gt;Sou muito grata pelos momentos, tão contente de ter te conhecido&lt;br /&gt;Os momentos que passamos, eu vou guardar como fotos&lt;br /&gt;E vou prendê-lo em meu coração para sempre&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre me lembrarei de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong class="editable_area"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040329556678878276-8797957801839422844?l=coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8797957801839422844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/ill-always-remember-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/8797957801839422844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/8797957801839422844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/ill-always-remember-you.html' title='I&apos;ll Always Remember You'/><author><name>Gee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429477068574810047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fcddx87Emfg/TjH40bPYwuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/claxGhFtMqY/s220/IMG0353A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040329556678878276.post-5494839972385941008</id><published>2010-12-27T22:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T22:57:03.335-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Posso ter defeitos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="GBDTI5ADPMC ugc"&gt;"Posso ter defeitos, viver ansioso e ficar irritado algumas vezes,&lt;br /&gt;mas não esqueço de que a minha vida é a maior empresa do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;E que posso evitar que ela vá a falência.&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz é reconhecer que vale a pena viver apesar de todos os desafios,&lt;br /&gt;incompreensões e períodos de crise.&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz é deixar de ser vítima dos problemas e&lt;br /&gt;se tornar um autor da própria história.&lt;br /&gt;É atravessar desertos fora de si, mas ser capaz de encontrar&lt;br /&gt;um oásis no recôndito da sua alma.&lt;br /&gt;É agradecer a Deus a cada manhã pelo milagre da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz é não ter medo dos próprios sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;É saber falar de si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;É ter coragem para ouvir um 'não'.&lt;br /&gt;É ter segurança para receber uma crítica, mesmo que injusta.&lt;br /&gt;Pedras no caminho?&lt;br /&gt;Guardo todas, um dia vou construir um castelo..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="GBDTI5ADPMC ugc"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&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/7040329556678878276-5494839972385941008?l=coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5494839972385941008/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/posso-ter-defeitos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/5494839972385941008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/5494839972385941008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/posso-ter-defeitos.html' title='Posso ter defeitos...'/><author><name>Gee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429477068574810047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fcddx87Emfg/TjH40bPYwuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/claxGhFtMqY/s220/IMG0353A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040329556678878276.post-6049427684695856540</id><published>2010-12-26T23:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T23:18:25.244-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>Quando a saudade é grande, olho para o céu e vejo seus olhos no brilho das estrelas na imensidão. Sei que não está aqui, mas sua presença ainda é viva dentro do meu coração.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040329556678878276-6049427684695856540?l=coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6049427684695856540/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post_2392.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/6049427684695856540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/6049427684695856540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post_2392.html' title='Saudade'/><author><name>Gee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429477068574810047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fcddx87Emfg/TjH40bPYwuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/claxGhFtMqY/s220/IMG0353A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040329556678878276.post-2681339214059946024</id><published>2010-12-26T15:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T15:54:47.698-02:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="GBDTI5ADNK"&gt;O que &lt;u&gt;fazer&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;div class="GBDTI5ADMK ugc"&gt;Quando a pessoa que te faz &lt;b&gt;sofrer&lt;/b&gt;,  é a única que pode te fazer &lt;b&gt;feliz&lt;/b&gt;?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="GBDTI5ADMK ugc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFRA3Ymptdc/TReBOzjrFtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/QGbcGzrTktQ/s1600/amor-odio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFRA3Ymptdc/TReBOzjrFtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/QGbcGzrTktQ/s320/amor-odio.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="GBDTI5ADMK ugc"&gt;&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/7040329556678878276-2681339214059946024?l=coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2681339214059946024/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post_26.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/2681339214059946024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/2681339214059946024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post_26.html' title='?'/><author><name>Gee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429477068574810047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fcddx87Emfg/TjH40bPYwuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/claxGhFtMqY/s220/IMG0353A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFRA3Ymptdc/TReBOzjrFtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/QGbcGzrTktQ/s72-c/amor-odio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040329556678878276.post-2797541880502167689</id><published>2010-12-11T17:30:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T17:30:29.564-02:00</updated><title type='text'>e não sei o que sinto,</title><content type='html'>não sei o que quero sentir, não sei o que penso nem o que sou. verifico  que, tantas vezes alegre, tantas vezes contente, estou sempre triste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c6c6c6;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040329556678878276-2797541880502167689?l=coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2797541880502167689/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/e-nao-sei-o-que-sinto.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/2797541880502167689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/2797541880502167689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/e-nao-sei-o-que-sinto.html' title='e não sei o que sinto,'/><author><name>Gee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429477068574810047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fcddx87Emfg/TjH40bPYwuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/claxGhFtMqY/s220/IMG0353A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040329556678878276.post-4472808857153124249</id><published>2010-12-11T17:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T17:26:34.773-02:00</updated><title type='text'>- Tudo bem se não deu certo...</title><content type='html'>eu achei que nós chegamos tão perto. Mas agora com certeza eu enxergo, que no fim eu amei por nós dois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c6c6c6;"&gt;Nenhum de Nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040329556678878276-4472808857153124249?l=coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4472808857153124249/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/tudo-bem-se-nao-deu-certo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/4472808857153124249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/4472808857153124249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/tudo-bem-se-nao-deu-certo.html' title='- Tudo bem se não deu certo...'/><author><name>Gee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429477068574810047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fcddx87Emfg/TjH40bPYwuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/claxGhFtMqY/s220/IMG0353A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040329556678878276.post-229714224800145134</id><published>2010-12-03T18:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T18:59:16.998-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Loja de CD</title><content type='html'>Acredito eu que, todo mundo ja tenha lido essa história, mais ela é linda, vale a pena ler de novo. ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFRA3Ymptdc/TPlZmgzPMLI/AAAAAAAAAD4/46ygpmLKt-w/s1600/toma2go.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="187" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFRA3Ymptdc/TPlZmgzPMLI/AAAAAAAAAD4/46ygpmLKt-w/s320/toma2go.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma vez um garoto que nasceu com uma doença que não tinha cura. Tinha 17 anos e podia morrer a qualquer momento. Sempre viveu na casa de seus pais, sob o cuidado constante de sua mãe.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia decidiu sair sozinho e, com a permissão da mãe, caminhou pela sua quadra, olhando as vitrines e as pessoas que passavam. Ao passar por uma loja de discos, notou a presença de uma garota, mais ou menos da sua idade, que parecia ser feita de ternura e beleza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi amor à primeira vista. Abriu a porta e entrou, sem olhar para mais nada que não a sua amada. Aproximando-se timidamente, chegou ao balcão onde ela estava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o viu, ela deu-lhe um sorriso e perguntou se podia ajudá-lo em alguma coisa. Era o sorriso mais lindo que ele já havia visto, e a emoção foi tão forte que ele mal conseguiu dizer que queria comprar um CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pegou o primeiro que encontrou, sem nem olhar de quem era, e disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Esse aqui…&lt;br /&gt;- Quer que embrulhe para presente - perguntou a garota, sorrindo ainda mais…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele balançou a cabeça para dizer que sim e disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- É para mim mesmo mas eu gostaria que você embrulhasse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela saiu do balcão e voltou, pouco depois, com o CD muito bem embalado. Ele pegou o pacote e saiu, louco de vontade de ficar por alí, admirando aquela figura divina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daquele dia em diante, todos as tardes voltava à loja de discos e comprava um CD qualquer. Todas as vezes a garota deixava o balcão e voltava com um embrulho cada vez mais bem feito, que ele guardava em sua gaveta, sem sequer abrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele estava apaixonado, mas tinha medo da reação dela, e assim, por mais que ela sempre o recebesse com um sorriso doce, não tinha coragem para convidá-la para sair e conversar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comentou sobre isso com sua mãe e ela o incentivou, muito, a chamá-la para sair. Um dia, ele se encheu de coragem e foi para a loja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como todos os dias comprou outro CD e, como sempre, ela foi embrulhá-lo. Quando ela não estava vendo, escondeu um papel com seu nome e telefone no balcão e saiu da loja correndo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguns dias depois o telefone tocou e a mãe do jovem atendeu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era a garota perguntando por ele. A mãe, desconsolada, nem perguntou quem era, começou a soluçar e disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Então, você não sabe Faleceu ontem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passado alguns dias mais, a mãe entrou no quarto do filho, para olhar suas roupas e ficou muito surpresa com a quantidade de CDs, todos embrulhados e guardados em sua gaveta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficou curiosa e decidiu abrir um deles. Ao fazê-lo, viu cair um pequeno pedaço de papel, onde estava escrito:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Você é muito simpático, não quer me convidar para sair eu adoraria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emocionada, a mãe abriu outro CD e dele também caiu um papel que dizia o mesmo, e assim todos quantos ela abriu traziam uma mensagem de carinho e a esperança de conhecer aquele rapaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim é a vida:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não espere demais para dizer a alguém especial aquilo que você sente.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040329556678878276-229714224800145134?l=coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/229714224800145134/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/loja-de-cd.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/229714224800145134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/229714224800145134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/loja-de-cd.html' title='Loja de CD'/><author><name>Gee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429477068574810047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fcddx87Emfg/TjH40bPYwuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/claxGhFtMqY/s220/IMG0353A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFRA3Ymptdc/TPlZmgzPMLI/AAAAAAAAAD4/46ygpmLKt-w/s72-c/toma2go.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040329556678878276.post-5229788529294289847</id><published>2010-12-03T18:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T18:38:50.218-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Você...</title><content type='html'>" Você é a estrela que faz brilhar a minha vida, é o sorriso doce que sai dos meus lábios. Mais que isso: você é a minha vontade de viver. O meu sonho com você é infinito. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFRA3Ymptdc/TPlVT-cZL-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/7Q9S_hBvYVY/s1600/Felicidade+no+Amor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFRA3Ymptdc/TPlVT-cZL-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/7Q9S_hBvYVY/s320/Felicidade+no+Amor.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040329556678878276-5229788529294289847?l=coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5229788529294289847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/5229788529294289847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/5229788529294289847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/voce.html' title='Você...'/><author><name>Gee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429477068574810047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fcddx87Emfg/TjH40bPYwuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/claxGhFtMqY/s220/IMG0353A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFRA3Ymptdc/TPlVT-cZL-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/7Q9S_hBvYVY/s72-c/Felicidade+no+Amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040329556678878276.post-4650796578125902532</id><published>2010-11-30T20:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T20:43:38.701-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Viver estou vivendo&lt;br /&gt;sem rumo e sem caminho.&lt;br /&gt;Olhando para o alto,&lt;br /&gt;e perguntando:&amp;nbsp; Qual será o meu destino?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFRA3Ymptdc/TPV9-rIDb4I/AAAAAAAAADs/REWhiZ8rbjw/s1600/mulher_olhando_ceu2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFRA3Ymptdc/TPV9-rIDb4I/AAAAAAAAADs/REWhiZ8rbjw/s320/mulher_olhando_ceu2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040329556678878276-4650796578125902532?l=coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4650796578125902532/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/viver-estou-vivendo-sem-rumo-e-sem.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/4650796578125902532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/4650796578125902532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/viver-estou-vivendo-sem-rumo-e-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>Gee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429477068574810047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fcddx87Emfg/TjH40bPYwuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/claxGhFtMqY/s220/IMG0353A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFRA3Ymptdc/TPV9-rIDb4I/AAAAAAAAADs/REWhiZ8rbjw/s72-c/mulher_olhando_ceu2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040329556678878276.post-1383735917421016157</id><published>2010-11-30T19:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T19:52:11.971-02:00</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/_cFRA3Ymptdc/TPVx119FNoI/AAAAAAAAADo/eMRD6FcN7DM/s1600/pensando1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFRA3Ymptdc/TPVx119FNoI/AAAAAAAAADo/eMRD6FcN7DM/s320/pensando1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Cada dia que passa, penso:&lt;br /&gt;Será que o amanhã ainda vai ser o mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;Ás vezes olho pra mim mesma, e no meio de tudo,&lt;br /&gt;Não acho explicação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que é esse meu destino?&lt;br /&gt;Viver só por viver.&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter na vida um momento&lt;br /&gt;Para nunca esquecer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade, tal palavra que todos dizem&lt;br /&gt;Algo que nunca conheci.&lt;br /&gt;O que será esse sentimento?&lt;br /&gt;Que à todos fazem sorrir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo todos sorrindo, felizes estão vivendo.&lt;br /&gt;Parece que somente eu,&lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos estou morrendo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero um dia na minha jornada,&lt;br /&gt;Poder conhecer tal palavra.&lt;br /&gt;Virar para mim mesma,&lt;br /&gt;E dizer que estava enganada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E saber que felicidade existe sim!&lt;br /&gt;E que tudo tem o tempo certo.&lt;br /&gt;Só espero que esse dia chegue logo,&lt;br /&gt;Por que estarei esperando,&lt;br /&gt;&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; com o coração aberto."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040329556678878276-1383735917421016157?l=coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1383735917421016157/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/1383735917421016157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/1383735917421016157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Gee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429477068574810047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fcddx87Emfg/TjH40bPYwuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/claxGhFtMqY/s220/IMG0353A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFRA3Ymptdc/TPVx119FNoI/AAAAAAAAADo/eMRD6FcN7DM/s72-c/pensando1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040329556678878276.post-5399368371159604848</id><published>2010-11-28T14:23:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T14:23:07.031-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fr0"&gt;"Os ventos que as vezes tiram&lt;br /&gt;algo que amamos, são os&lt;br /&gt;mesmos que trazem algo que&lt;br /&gt;aprendemos a amar...&lt;br /&gt;Por isso não devemos chorar&lt;br /&gt;pelo que nos foi tirado e sim,&lt;br /&gt;aprender a amar o que nos foi&lt;br /&gt;dado.Pois tudo aquilo que é&lt;br /&gt;realmente nosso, nunca se vai&lt;br /&gt;para sempre..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;Bob Marley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040329556678878276-5399368371159604848?l=coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5399368371159604848/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/os-ventos-que-as-vezes-tiram-algo-que.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/5399368371159604848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/5399368371159604848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/os-ventos-que-as-vezes-tiram-algo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Gee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429477068574810047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fcddx87Emfg/TjH40bPYwuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/claxGhFtMqY/s220/IMG0353A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040329556678878276.post-4206994365559295056</id><published>2010-11-28T14:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T14:19:41.742-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fr"&gt;"Aprendi que não posso exigir o amor de ninguém...&lt;br /&gt;Posso apenas dar boas razões para que gostem de mim...&lt;br /&gt;E ter paciência para que a vida faça o resto..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;William Shakespeare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;Nuss.. perfeitoo.. amo! *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&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/7040329556678878276-4206994365559295056?l=coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4206994365559295056/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/aprendi-que-nao-posso-exigir-o-amor-de.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/4206994365559295056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/4206994365559295056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/aprendi-que-nao-posso-exigir-o-amor-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Gee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429477068574810047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fcddx87Emfg/TjH40bPYwuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/claxGhFtMqY/s220/IMG0353A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040329556678878276.post-153828181291351154</id><published>2010-11-28T14:17:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T14:17:25.491-02:00</updated><title type='text'>NÃO DEIXE O AMOR PASSAR</title><content type='html'>"Quando encontrar alguém e esse alguém fizer seu coração  parar de funcionar por alguns segundos, preste atenção: pode ser a  pessoa mais importante da sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;Se os olhares se cruzarem e, neste momento,houver o mesmo brilho intenso  entre eles, fique alerta: pode ser a pessoa que você está esperando  desde o dia em que nasceu.&lt;br /&gt;Se o toque dos lábios for intenso, se o beijo for apaixonante, e os  olhos se encherem d’água neste momento, perceba: existe algo mágico  entre vocês.&lt;br /&gt;Se o primeiro e o último pensamento do seu dia for essa pessoa, se a  vontade de ficar juntos chegar a apertar o coração, agradeça: Deus te  mandou um presente: O Amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, preste atenção nos sinais - não deixe que as loucuras do dia-a-dia o deixem cego para a melhor coisa da vida: O AMOR."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/Carlos_Drummond_de_Andrade/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/Carlos_Drummond_de_Andrade/"&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040329556678878276-153828181291351154?l=coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/153828181291351154/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/nao-deixe-o-amor-passar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/153828181291351154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/153828181291351154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/nao-deixe-o-amor-passar.html' title='NÃO DEIXE O AMOR PASSAR'/><author><name>Gee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429477068574810047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fcddx87Emfg/TjH40bPYwuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/claxGhFtMqY/s220/IMG0353A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040329556678878276.post-3623449751773324896</id><published>2010-11-28T14:15:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T14:15:38.426-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fr0"&gt;" Cada pessoa que passa em nossa vida, passa sozinha, é  porque cada pessoa é única e nenhuma substitui a outra! Cada pessoa que  passa em nossa vida passa sozinha e não nos deixa só porque deixa um  pouco de si e leva um pouquinho de nós. Essa é a mais bela  responsabilidade da vida e a prova de que as pessoas não se encontram  por acaso." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Charles Chaplin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/Charles_Chaplin/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040329556678878276-3623449751773324896?l=coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3623449751773324896/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/cada-pessoa-que-passa-em-nossa-vida.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/3623449751773324896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/3623449751773324896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/cada-pessoa-que-passa-em-nossa-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Gee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429477068574810047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fcddx87Emfg/TjH40bPYwuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/claxGhFtMqY/s220/IMG0353A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040329556678878276.post-4334163630874699743</id><published>2010-11-26T21:46:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T21:46:47.292-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fr0"&gt;" Já perdoei erros quase imperdoáveis,&lt;br /&gt;tentei substituir pessoas insubstituíveis&lt;br /&gt;e esquecer pessoas inesquecíveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já fiz coisas por impulso,&lt;br /&gt;já me decepcionei com pessoas &lt;br /&gt;que eu nunca pensei que iriam me decepcionar,&lt;br /&gt;mas também já decepcionei alguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já abracei pra proteger,&lt;br /&gt;já dei risada quando não podia,&lt;br /&gt;fiz amigos eternos,&lt;br /&gt;e amigos que eu nunca mais vi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amei e fui amado,&lt;br /&gt;mas também já fui rejeitado,&lt;br /&gt;fui amado e não amei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já gritei e pulei de tanta felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;já vivi de amor e fiz juras eternas,&lt;br /&gt;e quebrei a cara muitas vezes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já chorei ouvindo música e vendo fotos,&lt;br /&gt;já liguei só para escutar uma voz,&lt;br /&gt;me apaixonei por um sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;já pensei que fosse morrer de tanta saudade&lt;br /&gt;e tive medo de perder alguém especial (e acabei perdendo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas vivi!&lt;br /&gt;E ainda vivo!&lt;br /&gt;Não passo pela vida.&lt;br /&gt;E você também não deveria passar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom mesmo é ir à luta com determinação,&lt;br /&gt;abraçar a vida com paixão,&lt;br /&gt;perder com classe&lt;br /&gt;e vencer com ousadia,&lt;br /&gt;porque o mundo pertence a quem se atreve&lt;br /&gt;e a vida é "muito" para ser insignificante. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0"&gt;&lt;u style="color: red;"&gt;Augusto Branco.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040329556678878276-4334163630874699743?l=coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4334163630874699743/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/vida.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/4334163630874699743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/4334163630874699743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/vida.html' title='Vida'/><author><name>Gee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429477068574810047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fcddx87Emfg/TjH40bPYwuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/claxGhFtMqY/s220/IMG0353A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040329556678878276.post-2142095786202420569</id><published>2010-11-24T22:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T22:36:06.190-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Momento Reflexão ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fr"&gt;" Nossas dúvidas são traidoras e nos fazem perder o que, com freqüência, poderíamos ganhar, por simples medo de arriscar. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;u style="color: red;"&gt;William Shakespeare.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;=*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040329556678878276-2142095786202420569?l=coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2142095786202420569/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/momento-reflexao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/2142095786202420569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040329556678878276/posts/default/2142095786202420569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/momento-reflexao.html' title='Momento Reflexão ;)'/><author><name>Gee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07429477068574810047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fcddx87Emfg/TjH40bPYwuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/claxGhFtMqY/s220/IMG0353A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
