<?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-2700161877086974262</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:23:15.111-08:00</updated><category term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/S635evzLv4I/AAAAAAAAAGA/8MxICKtGfHY/s1600/page.jpg'/><title type='text'>Eu falando de amor pra vcs e com vcs!!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-4742535213694687002</id><published>2011-09-22T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T18:52:03.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tem hrs q nem eu mesmo me entendo ...</title><content type='html'>...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(105, 105, 105); font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 25px; line-height: 28px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0); "&gt;Tem horas que eu to feliz , muito feliz, tem horas que me bate uma tristeza, não sei o que é exatamente, só sei que eu sinto , eu queria não ser assim, mais meu humor muda diariamente , se eu sinto tá um clima rui , eu já fico triste, se eu sentir que as pessoas então se afastando de mim eu fico mais triste ainda, mais são as palavras mais simples das pessoas mais especiais da minha vida , é capaz de mudar meu humor …  não sou facil de entender, nunca vou ser , só quem me conhece mesmo , vai saber as palavras certas pra alegra meu dia inteiro,ou nem é palavras, é apenas atitudes, jestos , os mais simples &amp;gt;&amp;lt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-4742535213694687002?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4742535213694687002/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/09/tem-hrs-q-nem-eu-mesmo-me-entendo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/4742535213694687002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/4742535213694687002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/09/tem-hrs-q-nem-eu-mesmo-me-entendo.html' title='Tem hrs q nem eu mesmo me entendo ...'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-915111127436946714</id><published>2011-09-22T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T18:49:01.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não desistaaaa = )</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(105, 105, 105); font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; background-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); "&gt;Nunca desista de um amor. Caia, derrube, chore, faça chorar, se machuque, se recupere, mas lute. Mas nunca, nunca desista de um amor. Algum motivo Deus teve pra colocar aquela pessoa na sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-915111127436946714?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/915111127436946714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/09/nao-desistaaaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/915111127436946714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/915111127436946714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/09/nao-desistaaaa.html' title='Não desistaaaa = )'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-6333376580489795418</id><published>2011-04-14T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T16:09:01.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VIVA POR SI SÓ ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:Papyrus;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;color:red"&gt;Sempre vai ter alguém que não vai gostar do seu cabelo, do seu sorriso, do modo como fala, anda e até se expressa. Sempre vai ter alguém palpitando no teu namoro, nas tuas notas, nas tuas atitudes. Acredite, por incrível que pareça sempre vai ter alguém palpitando até nos teus sentimentos, teus momentos de estresse e felicidade. Apenas não se importe, não force sorrisos, finja simplesmente que é mais um nada, mas um alguém, que pouco importa e pouco influencia. Afinal, quem é mesmo que vive tua vida e paga tuas contas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:Papyrus;color:red"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:Papyrus;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;color:red"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:Papyrus;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;color:red"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: 150%; "&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:Papyrus;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;color:red"&gt;#FATOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:Papyrus;color:red"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-6333376580489795418?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6333376580489795418/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/04/viva-por-si-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/6333376580489795418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/6333376580489795418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/04/viva-por-si-so.html' title='VIVA POR SI SÓ ....'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-8781886837126989988</id><published>2011-04-04T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T18:21:24.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#Rapazñdácorda!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: x-large; "&gt;As melhores perguntas são feitas por ele !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;@diego_djc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-8781886837126989988?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8781886837126989988/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/04/rapazndacorda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/8781886837126989988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/8781886837126989988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/04/rapazndacorda.html' title='#Rapazñdácorda!'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-2855452748648114803</id><published>2011-03-29T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T20:29:30.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#Aindatenhomedo !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 49px; line-height: 55px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Diego veioo hj akii !!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 49px; line-height: 55px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me faz feliz....facin, facin !!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 49px; line-height: 55px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;te adoroo meninoo ...me faz feliz e isso basta ' ...agora deixa fluir vaii ... e o resto a gente ajeitaa !!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 49px; line-height: 55px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 50px; line-height: 55px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#issoacontece.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-2855452748648114803?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2855452748648114803/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/03/aindatenhomedo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/2855452748648114803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/2855452748648114803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/03/aindatenhomedo.html' title='#Aindatenhomedo !'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-7875325143327595111</id><published>2011-03-28T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T20:15:18.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#Controvérsiaa ...de vez em qndo é bom !</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:36.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Papyrus;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;color:red;font-weight:normal;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;Nunca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:36.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Papyrus;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;color:red"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:36.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:Papyrus;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:red"&gt;demonstre demais, não dê certezas sobre seus sentimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:36.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Papyrus;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;color:red"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:36.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:Papyrus;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:red; font-weight:normal;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;Lembre-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:36.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Papyrus;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;color:red"&gt;, as pessoas gostam do que não tem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:36.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:Papyrus;color:red"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-7875325143327595111?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7875325143327595111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/03/controversiaa-de-vez-em-qndo-e-bom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/7875325143327595111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/7875325143327595111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/03/controversiaa-de-vez-em-qndo-e-bom.html' title='#Controvérsiaa ...de vez em qndo é bom !'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-852404194312180845</id><published>2011-03-28T19:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T19:59:59.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E vai ser sempre assim ...se depender de mim ! #éclaro.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:36.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Papyrus; color:red"&gt;Enquanto eu estiver akii , meu Dih, &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ñ existirá carência, mas apenas afagos, beijinhoos, carinhos... e tudo de bom que eu possa te propocionar !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:36.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Papyrus; color:red"&gt;#tedigoo!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-852404194312180845?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/852404194312180845/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/03/e-vai-ser-sempre-assim-se-depender-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/852404194312180845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/852404194312180845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/03/e-vai-ser-sempre-assim-se-depender-de.html' title='E vai ser sempre assim ...se depender de mim ! #éclaro.'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-1446462280572342693</id><published>2011-03-28T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T19:56:07.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:36.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Papyrus; color:red"&gt;Ele teve akii hj, e como sempre é uma satisfação imensa !!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:36.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Papyrus; color:red"&gt;#fatoo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-1446462280572342693?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1446462280572342693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/03/ele-teve-akii-hj-e-como-sempre-e-uma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/1446462280572342693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/1446462280572342693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/03/ele-teve-akii-hj-e-como-sempre-e-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-8162094347759002002</id><published>2011-03-28T09:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T09:59:54.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Porq as vezes eu tenho q desabafar !</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:26.0pt;font-family:Papyrus;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:red;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:26.0pt;font-family:Papyrus;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:#333333;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:26.0pt; font-family:Papyrus;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;color:#330099;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;Não sei demonstrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:26.0pt; font-family:Papyrus;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;color:#333333;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:26.0pt; font-family:Papyrus;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;color:#330099;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;sentimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:26.0pt; font-family:Papyrus;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;color:red;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:26.0pt; font-family:Papyrus;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;color:#330099;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt; mas sou cheia deles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:26.0pt; font-family:Papyrus;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;color:red;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:26.0pt;font-family: Papyrus;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; color:#333333;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:26.0pt; font-family:Papyrus;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;color:#330099;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;Eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:26.0pt; font-family:Papyrus;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;color:#333333;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:26.0pt; font-family:Papyrus;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;color:#330099;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;sofro em silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:26.0pt; font-family:Papyrus;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;color:red;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:26.0pt; font-family:Papyrus;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;color:#333333;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:26.0pt; font-family:Papyrus;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;color:#330099;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;amo com o olhar e falo por sorrisos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:26.0pt;font-family:Papyrus;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:red;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:26.0pt;font-family: Papyrus;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; color:#333333;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:26.0pt; font-family:Papyrus;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;color:#330099;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;Porque só se vê bem com o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:26.0pt;font-family:Papyrus;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:red;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:26.0pt; font-family:Papyrus;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;color:#330099;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;o essencial é invisível aos olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:26.0pt;font-family:Papyrus;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:red;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:26.0pt;font-family: Papyrus;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; color:#333333;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-8162094347759002002?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8162094347759002002/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/03/porq-as-vezes-eu-tenho-q-desabafar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/8162094347759002002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/8162094347759002002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/03/porq-as-vezes-eu-tenho-q-desabafar.html' title='Porq as vezes eu tenho q desabafar !'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-3143994354633862711</id><published>2011-03-11T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T03:20:06.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iBm3hBJymzI/TXoFWKasWgI/AAAAAAAAAN8/vd34xemHpIA/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iBm3hBJymzI/TXoFWKasWgI/AAAAAAAAAN8/vd34xemHpIA/s400/11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582780566390725122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:28.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Cooper Black&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:#76923C;mso-themecolor:accent3;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;Faz sentidoo pra mim =D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-3143994354633862711?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3143994354633862711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/03/faz-sentidoo-pra-mim-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/3143994354633862711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/3143994354633862711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/03/faz-sentidoo-pra-mim-d.html' title=''/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iBm3hBJymzI/TXoFWKasWgI/AAAAAAAAAN8/vd34xemHpIA/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-4184419262726409647</id><published>2011-03-11T03:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T03:03:47.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#MinhaÚnicaCerteza.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Papyrus; color:red"&gt;Aii porq as vezes tem q ser assim mesmoo por acaso, mas será que existe mesmo acaso!? , no mometo não tenho certeza alguma sobre nós ...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Papyrus; color:red"&gt;...Mas pode ter certeza ..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Papyrus; color:red"&gt;...EU QUERO VALORIZAR CADA SEGUNDO DA GENTE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:red"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:red"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-4184419262726409647?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4184419262726409647/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/03/minhaunicacerteza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/4184419262726409647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/4184419262726409647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/03/minhaunicacerteza.html' title='#MinhaÚnicaCerteza.'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-4538746571164503348</id><published>2011-03-11T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T02:58:12.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Papyrus; color:red"&gt;Aii pois é a vida tá melhorando,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;eu te conhecii \o/... muitoo bom; O carnaval passou ...e foii otimoo , mas sentii sua faltaaaa . Minhas amigas ainda são&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;uma grande porcentagem do que me nutre e me deixa feliz ....ontem fui ao cine com elas ...aii May, Katy e Paloma...tarde perfeitaa com vcs, Senti pela tentativa #FAIL de Marcelo pra chegar lá também ...mas enfim o filme foii muitoo bom, missão fotos do carnaval : COMPLETADA, e pra terminar a noite #LINDAMENTE,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;@diego_djc&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;ligaa pra mim pronto DIA FELIZ ...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Papyrus; color:red"&gt;#FATOO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-4538746571164503348?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4538746571164503348/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/03/aii-pois-e-vida-ta-melhorando-eu-te.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/4538746571164503348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/4538746571164503348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/03/aii-pois-e-vida-ta-melhorando-eu-te.html' title=''/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-3009903801161406990</id><published>2011-02-27T15:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T15:35:35.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#Eutowfalandoédeamizade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yO8U9wjLRFo/TWrfs1sTe6I/AAAAAAAAAN0/sNAuY_R_EZM/s1600/shrek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yO8U9wjLRFo/TWrfs1sTe6I/AAAAAAAAAN0/sNAuY_R_EZM/s400/shrek.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578517049871924130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Cooper Black&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:#07811E"&gt;"Shrek: Se eu te tratei tão mal, porque ainda está aqui?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Cooper Black&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:#07811E"&gt;Burro: É isso que fazem os amigos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Cooper Black&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:#07811E"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-3009903801161406990?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3009903801161406990/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/eutowfalandoedeamizade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/3009903801161406990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/3009903801161406990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/eutowfalandoedeamizade.html' title='#Eutowfalandoédeamizade...'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yO8U9wjLRFo/TWrfs1sTe6I/AAAAAAAAAN0/sNAuY_R_EZM/s72-c/shrek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-7267380023929510651</id><published>2011-02-27T15:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T15:07:43.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#VouConfessarQue</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Showcard Gothic&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;color:#0070C0;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Sabe, as vezes nem eu me entendo. meus sentimentos são loucos, mas uma coisa eu sei, eles são de todos, sim, de todos, uma hora eu amo um, outra amo outro, e assim sempre vai indo.. As vezes eu penso, isso é bom afinal eu não vou sofrer por ninguem, ai eu me engano! eu sempre acabo sofrendo, sofrendo e aprendendo, é sempre assim. E o mais incrível é que o errado sempre me atrai, talvez eu seja um imã que atraia só os ‘canalhas’, ou talvez o mundo esteja cheio deles, só sei que minha vida é uma confusão, mas na real eu adoro uma confusão! Haha&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Showcard Gothic&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;color:#0070C0;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Showcard Gothic&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;color:#0070C0;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;#confessomesmo!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-7267380023929510651?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7267380023929510651/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/vouconfessarque.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/7267380023929510651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/7267380023929510651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/vouconfessarque.html' title='#VouConfessarQue'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-6308262352239340219</id><published>2011-02-27T14:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T14:49:13.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Papyrus; color:red"&gt;AMANHÃ ..volta as aulas aii Deus, muitas expectativas... senhor me permitaaa ser bem melhor&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;do que fui em 2010!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Papyrus; color:red"&gt;Mais Amor, paz, felicidades, notas altas e muitaaas resenhas !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Papyrus; color:red"&gt;#SEMPRESEMPREEMAIS !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-6308262352239340219?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6308262352239340219/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/amanha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/6308262352239340219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/6308262352239340219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/amanha.html' title=''/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-486535579440145181</id><published>2011-02-27T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T14:45:14.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Papyrus; color:red"&gt;Eu odeio, qndo não cumprem o que me prometem ...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Papyrus; color:red"&gt;...vc não sabe como perdeu pontos comigoo ...tomandoo essa atitude!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Papyrus; color:red"&gt;AGORAA VÊ SE RECUPERAA!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Papyrus; color:red"&gt;#FATOO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-486535579440145181?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/486535579440145181/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-odeio-qndo-nao-cumprem-o-que-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/486535579440145181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/486535579440145181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-odeio-qndo-nao-cumprem-o-que-me.html' title=''/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-6085510473940151168</id><published>2011-02-27T14:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T14:41:18.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#Capricórnio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BJB8COBh2mo/TWrS_abBJ9I/AAAAAAAAANk/1GvZW9H0GLA/s1600/capricornio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BJB8COBh2mo/TWrS_abBJ9I/AAAAAAAAANk/1GvZW9H0GLA/s400/capricornio.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578503075318015954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;Eles são prudentes e práticos. Sua natureza ambiciosa não permitir que eles desistam. Estão sempre vigilantes e planejam antes de jogar qualquer jogo da vida. Eles podem surgir como indivíduos sádicos que são ortodoxos e rígidos. Perseverança e tolerância são suas maiores qualidades. Eles geralmente são apanhados de surpresa luta contra o que vem no seu caminho.&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/2700161877086974262-6085510473940151168?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6085510473940151168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/capricornio_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/6085510473940151168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/6085510473940151168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/capricornio_27.html' title='#Capricórnio'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BJB8COBh2mo/TWrS_abBJ9I/AAAAAAAAANk/1GvZW9H0GLA/s72-c/capricornio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-3973946233237093008</id><published>2011-02-26T19:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T19:03:16.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:26.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;MV Boli&amp;quot;;color:#00B050"&gt;Olhar-se ao espelho e dizer-se deslumbrada: Como sou misteriosa. Sou tão delicada e forte. E a curva dos lábios manteve a inocência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:26.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;MV Boli&amp;quot;;color:#00B050"&gt;(Clarice Lispector)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:26.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;MV Boli&amp;quot;;color:#00B050"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-3973946233237093008?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3973946233237093008/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/olhar-se-ao-espelho-e-dizer-se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/3973946233237093008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/3973946233237093008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/olhar-se-ao-espelho-e-dizer-se.html' title=''/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-2827422384263284403</id><published>2011-02-26T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T18:51:54.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;color:#7D0B5C"&gt;Ja vi o fim do mundo algumas vezes, e na manhã seguinte tava tudo bem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Kristen ITC'; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...E COMO ESTAVA; E EU NEM MORRI POR ISSO !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 25px; line-height: 28px;"&gt;                                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); "&gt;@todaciumenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-2827422384263284403?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2827422384263284403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/ja-vi-o-fim-do-mundo-algumas-vezes-e-na.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/2827422384263284403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/2827422384263284403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/ja-vi-o-fim-do-mundo-algumas-vezes-e-na.html' title=''/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-9121428585449719849</id><published>2011-02-26T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T18:48:20.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:26.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Papyrus;color:red"&gt;Já chorei até pegar no sono, mais tambem já fui dormir tão feliz, ao ponto de nem conseguir fechar os olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:26.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Papyrus; color:red"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:26.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Papyrus;color:red"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:26.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Papyrus;color:red"&gt;                                           #FATOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-9121428585449719849?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/9121428585449719849/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/ja-chorei-ate-pegar-no-sono-mais-tambem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/9121428585449719849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/9121428585449719849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/ja-chorei-ate-pegar-no-sono-mais-tambem.html' title=''/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-2929100489201460115</id><published>2011-02-26T18:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T18:40:28.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:24.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB Demi&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#17365D;mso-themecolor: text2;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:24.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB Demi&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#17365D;mso-themecolor: text2;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;Não irei te fazer promessas de amor, pois minha intenção é sempre te surpreender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB Demi&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#17365D;mso-themecolor:text2;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-2929100489201460115?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2929100489201460115/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/nao-irei-te-fazer-promessas-de-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/2929100489201460115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/2929100489201460115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/nao-irei-te-fazer-promessas-de-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-3281749676271041850</id><published>2011-02-26T18:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T18:37:13.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;;color:#943634;mso-themecolor:accent2; mso-themeshade:191"&gt;Me abrace, que no abraço mais do que em palavras, as pessoas se gostam. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:#943634;mso-themecolor:accent2;mso-themeshade: 191"&gt;(Clarice Lispector)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:22.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Showcard Gothic&amp;quot;;color:#943634;mso-themecolor: accent2;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-3281749676271041850?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3281749676271041850/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/me-abrace-que-no-abraco-mais-do-que-em.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/3281749676271041850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/3281749676271041850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/me-abrace-que-no-abraco-mais-do-que-em.html' title=''/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-2575271307797348380</id><published>2011-02-26T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T18:35:58.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:22.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Showcard Gothic&amp;quot;;color:#76923C;mso-themecolor:accent3;mso-themeshade: 191"&gt;Não se pede carinho, nem amor, nem atenção, nem tempo a ninguém. Se as pessoas gostarem mesmo de nós, acabam dando tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:22.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Showcard Gothic&amp;quot;; color:#76923C;mso-themecolor:accent3;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-2575271307797348380?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2575271307797348380/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/nao-se-pede-carinho-nem-amor-nem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/2575271307797348380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/2575271307797348380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/nao-se-pede-carinho-nem-amor-nem.html' title=''/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-8913376245647305341</id><published>2011-02-25T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T05:36:43.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E até hj eu acredito que ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:250%"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:250%; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial Rounded MT Bold&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; color:#FF3399"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:250%"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:250%; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial Rounded MT Bold&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; color:#76923C;mso-themecolor:accent3;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;...na maior parte do tempo, o amor é uma questão de escolhas. É uma questão de tirar os venenos e as adagas da frente e criar o seu próprio final feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:250%; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial Rounded MT Bold&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; color:#76923C;mso-themecolor:accent3;mso-themeshade:191"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:250%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial Rounded MT Bold&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:#76923C;mso-themecolor:accent3;mso-themeshade: 191"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;                                                                                                                                    &lt;/span&gt;Grey's Anatomy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:250%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:250%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial Rounded MT Bold&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:#76923C;mso-themecolor:accent3;mso-themeshade: 191"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-8913376245647305341?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8913376245647305341/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/e-ate-hj-eu-acredito-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/8913376245647305341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/8913376245647305341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/e-ate-hj-eu-acredito-que.html' title='E até hj eu acredito que ...'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-1174558487643558731</id><published>2011-02-25T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T05:33:42.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu tenho uma parte...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:250%"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;line-height:250%;font-family:&amp;quot;Cooper Black&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:#FF3399"&gt;...que acredita em finais felizes. Em beijo antes dos créditos, enquanto outra acha que só se ama errado. Tenho uma metade que mente, trai, engana. Outra que só conhece a verdade. Uma parte que precisa de calor, carinho, pés com pés. Outra que sobrevive sozinha. Metade auto-suficiente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;line-height:250%;font-family:&amp;quot;Cooper Black&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:#FF3399"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align:right;line-height:250%"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;line-height:250%; font-family:&amp;quot;Cooper Black&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:#FF3399"&gt;Caio Fernando Abreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Cooper Black&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:#FF3399"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-1174558487643558731?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1174558487643558731/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-tenho-uma-parte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/1174558487643558731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/1174558487643558731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-tenho-uma-parte.html' title='Eu tenho uma parte...'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-2948152380812900913</id><published>2011-02-22T12:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T13:00:33.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Especially for ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4F2dH1A3Pk0/TWQjkMf6giI/AAAAAAAAANc/NO6hV7i7Bfo/s1600/SavingPrivateRyan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 367px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4F2dH1A3Pk0/TWQjkMf6giI/AAAAAAAAANc/NO6hV7i7Bfo/s400/SavingPrivateRyan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576621343328862754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 28px; "&gt;Quer realizar o maior desejo da sua vida? Faça por merecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 28px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;                                                                                                                              - O Resgate do Soldado Ryan -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 28px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 28px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Dedicoo à  Diego Corrêa ...q adora esse filme assim com eu !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-2948152380812900913?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2948152380812900913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/especially-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/2948152380812900913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/2948152380812900913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/especially-for.html' title='Especially for ...'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4F2dH1A3Pk0/TWQjkMf6giI/AAAAAAAAANc/NO6hV7i7Bfo/s72-c/SavingPrivateRyan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-4838846719516811171</id><published>2011-02-22T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T12:51:24.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 28px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Eu tenho medo, medo de ir embora, e nunca mais sentir o que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 25px; line-height: 28px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;eu sinto quando estou com você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 25px; line-height: 28px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 28px; font-size: 25px;"&gt;                                                                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 28px; font-size: x-small; "&gt;-Dirty Dancing-&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/2700161877086974262-4838846719516811171?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4838846719516811171/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-tenho-medo-medo-de-ir-embora-e-nunca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/4838846719516811171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/4838846719516811171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-tenho-medo-medo-de-ir-embora-e-nunca.html' title=''/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-2951461512795492864</id><published>2011-02-22T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T12:31:05.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#Capricórnio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_OaTl7aPUdA/TWQc_uP2zoI/AAAAAAAAANU/XP3N8m1An-4/s1600/capricornio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_OaTl7aPUdA/TWQc_uP2zoI/AAAAAAAAANU/XP3N8m1An-4/s400/capricornio.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576614119663390338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 25px; line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 25px; line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px; "&gt;Tomar decisões, cometer erros. Se você falhar, pelo menos você tentou. A vida é uma luta, aceite-a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-2951461512795492864?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2951461512795492864/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/capricornio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/2951461512795492864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/2951461512795492864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/capricornio.html' title='#Capricórnio'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_OaTl7aPUdA/TWQc_uP2zoI/AAAAAAAAANU/XP3N8m1An-4/s72-c/capricornio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-5457680137355685966</id><published>2011-02-22T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T12:24:37.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;É não seii se vaii ser, seii apenas que curtii, eu espero que sim !!! dia 08/02/2011, conhecii um boy altamente legal pela net, podes crer! numa sala de bate papo (como ele mesmo diz...) ...CHULA!!!  ai ai ....Diego...as primeiras impressões transmitidas pelas conversas foram impactantes...muitoo show ! várias coincidências foram descobertas entre nós ...eh ...SHIATSU por exemplo..rsrsrsrsr ' eh mas nem tudo eh perfeito...1° que de certa forma ja estavamos longe um do outro, depois fatores transversos vem a acalhar, ou melhor, atrapalhar mais ainda essa futura aproximação, mas de certa forma sinto positividade no ar...quero muito conhece-lo pessoalmente, é eu seii !!! mais uma vez tow akii arriscandoo em mais uma relação sentimental, seja ela amigável, ou até mesmo apaixonante....assim quem me conhece sabe q entrandoo nessa ...eu vou ta indo de encontro a ideias q levo comigoo ...como dogmas !!! mas porq não arriscar !? talvez eu não tenha nada a perder ou ganhar, mas se eu tiver algo a ganhar não irei me arrepender da escolha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A vida as vezes nos prega peças né!? só resta saber então a que veio? o q procura? seria a pessoa ideal? dúvidas que só tirareii da minha cabeça depois de conhece-lo de verdade ...ou não né de acordo ocom uma amiga ...uma mulher nunca conhecerá realmente um homen ou virce e versa...mas algo dentro de mim gritaa ....pra q eu o conheça ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Minha Príncipa ...vc tem mais alguma perguntinha ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É PRÍNCIPAAA... assim que me chamaa ... é doce, é viciante...conversar com ele ...muitoo agradável mesmoo ...e o pior é q ultimamente não estamos nos falandooo ....muitoo como antes ..aii eu sinto saudades, é por incrível que pareça eu sinto saudades ...de algo não é concretoo ...de algo q não posso pegar, não posso ter comigo, q eu nunca provei !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ai meu Deus ...será pura insanidade !?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;TU TE TORNAS TOTALMENTE RESPONSÁVEL POR AQUILO QUE CATIVAS !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-5457680137355685966?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5457680137355685966/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/internet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/5457680137355685966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/5457680137355685966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/internet.html' title='Internet'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-9128268821257002434</id><published>2011-02-21T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T18:09:33.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabe qual é o meu problema?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; color:#000084"&gt;É acreditar sempre nas pessoas, é não saber dizer não quando é preciso. É sempre perdoar as pessoas que me machucam. É sorrir quando estou triste por dentro, é chorar por pessoas que não merecem e amar quem não merecia ser amado. É sempre dar uma segunda chance, para alguém que não merecia nem a primeira. É tentar ser a melhor pessoa do mundo, é tentar ajudar a todos ao mesmo tempo, e esquecer de mim mesmo. Meu problema está nas menores coisas possíveis, mas que sempre me machucam muito, e parece que eu nunca aprendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-9128268821257002434?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/9128268821257002434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/sabe-qual-e-o-meu-problema.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/9128268821257002434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/9128268821257002434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/sabe-qual-e-o-meu-problema.html' title='Sabe qual é o meu problema?'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-3751546745312373138</id><published>2011-02-19T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T19:12:18.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Muié ...porq tens que ser assim !?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-klACS0Jyv5E/TWCGgcAffUI/AAAAAAAAANE/HoMdBYGLomI/s1600/teimosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-klACS0Jyv5E/TWCGgcAffUI/AAAAAAAAANE/HoMdBYGLomI/s400/teimosa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575604230516866370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%;mso-outline-level:1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20.0pt;line-height:150%; font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;color:#FF3300;mso-font-kerning:18.0pt;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;Teimosa...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%;mso-outline-level:1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20.0pt;line-height:150%; font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;color:#FF3300;mso-font-kerning:18.0pt;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;color:#FF3300"&gt;....como nenhum outro ser vivo foi capaz de ser. Sentimental do inicio ao fim do meu viver. Confio e me apego com facilidade extrema a tudo e a todos, mesmo sem querer, mesmo sem poder. Idêntica e intensivamente diferente. Mantenho atitude e ideias singulares, impossíveis de serem modificadas ou se quer reconstruídas por tentativas alheias. Decidida; tudo o que se começa, se termina. Tudo o que não se deve terminar, jamais é começado. E por fim: defeitos e qualidades fazem parte da minha realidade, em busca da perfeição para nunca viver em vão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;color:#FF3300"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-3751546745312373138?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3751546745312373138/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/oh-muie-porq-tens-que-ser-assim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/3751546745312373138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/3751546745312373138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/oh-muie-porq-tens-que-ser-assim.html' title='Oh, Muié ...porq tens que ser assim !?'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-klACS0Jyv5E/TWCGgcAffUI/AAAAAAAAANE/HoMdBYGLomI/s72-c/teimosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-5392221402984874793</id><published>2011-02-19T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T10:08:41.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Se não vai querer...porquê então !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w086mtXuawo/TWAHGdHu0CI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5S1IdLiy8AQ/s1600/Sim-O-Amor-Acaba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w086mtXuawo/TWAHGdHu0CI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5S1IdLiy8AQ/s400/Sim-O-Amor-Acaba.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575464146162339874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-line-height-alt: 21.0pt;mso-outline-level:1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:24.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB Demi&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; color:fuchsia;mso-font-kerning:18.0pt;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;A coisa mais cruel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:24.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB Demi&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; color:fuchsia"&gt;que alguém pode fazer, é permitir que alguém se apaixone por você, quando você não pretende fazer o mesmo&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:24.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB Demi&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; color:fuchsia;mso-font-kerning:18.0pt;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-5392221402984874793?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5392221402984874793/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/se-nao-vai-quererporque-entao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/5392221402984874793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/5392221402984874793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/se-nao-vai-quererporque-entao.html' title='Se não vai querer...porquê então !'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w086mtXuawo/TWAHGdHu0CI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5S1IdLiy8AQ/s72-c/Sim-O-Amor-Acaba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-5684701197660102048</id><published>2011-02-19T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T09:59:14.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questão de personalidade....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JKl20Ay_Hww/TWAEzwrl0FI/AAAAAAAAAM0/AQyVJnYeqdU/s1600/capap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JKl20Ay_Hww/TWAEzwrl0FI/AAAAAAAAAM0/AQyVJnYeqdU/s400/capap.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575461625972248658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:48.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;;color:fuchsia"&gt;Eu Posso...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:fuchsia"&gt;...ser muito carinhosa ou muito grossa, dependendo de você. Eu posso ser muito paciente e me irritar com facilidade. Eu posso amar uma coisa e mesmo assim não querer. Eu posso lutar por qualquer coisa e de uma hora para outra achar que não merece o meu esforço. Eu posso me apaixonar da primeira vez que vejo alguém como também posso não gostar sem motivo. Eu posso amar minha vida e de uma hora para outra perguntar: "Por que eu vivo?" Eu posso amar preto e escolher o branco. Eu posso achar errado e amanhã fazer a mesma coisa. Eu posso ser compreensiva e ao mesmo tempo teimosa. Eu posso achar que sei tudo sabendo que não sei nada. Eu posso saber que não posso e mesmo assim fazer. Eu posso jogar tudo para o alto e começar tudo de novo por nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:48.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;;color:fuchsia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-5684701197660102048?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5684701197660102048/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/questao-de-personalidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/5684701197660102048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/5684701197660102048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/questao-de-personalidade.html' title='Questão de personalidade....'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JKl20Ay_Hww/TWAEzwrl0FI/AAAAAAAAAM0/AQyVJnYeqdU/s72-c/capap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-1984716090541146581</id><published>2011-02-19T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T08:16:29.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:48.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Showcard Gothic&amp;quot;;color:fuchsia"&gt;I miss you !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:48.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Showcard Gothic&amp;quot;;color:fuchsia"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;"&gt;É &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;rapaz é tow sentindo muita falta, mas é muito engraçado porq não seii exatamentee do que eu sinto falta, pois a gente nunca se viu, mas ficar 2 dias sem falar contigoo, não me fez muitoo bem ... mas dias melhores virão pra nós dois!!!     Príncipaaa....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 74px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-1984716090541146581?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1984716090541146581/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-miss-you-e-rapaz-e-tow-sentindo-muita.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/1984716090541146581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/1984716090541146581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-miss-you-e-rapaz-e-tow-sentindo-muita.html' title=''/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-8476559367980705415</id><published>2011-02-06T18:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T18:07:59.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:26.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Showcard Gothic&amp;quot;; color:red"&gt;“O ideal seria que todas pessoas soubessem amar o quanto sabe fingir.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:26.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Showcard Gothic&amp;quot;; color:red"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Showcard Gothic'; color: red; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Bob Marley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:26.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Showcard Gothic&amp;quot;; color:red"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-8476559367980705415?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8476559367980705415/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-ideal-seria-que-todas-pessoas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/8476559367980705415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/8476559367980705415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-ideal-seria-que-todas-pessoas.html' title=''/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-1725976282937075139</id><published>2011-02-06T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T18:04:25.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foi bom o enquanto durou !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TU9SHxJrxgI/AAAAAAAAAMs/xemR2hbarXA/s1600/AAA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TU9SHxJrxgI/AAAAAAAAAMs/xemR2hbarXA/s400/AAA.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570761557487109634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Lembro que a mais ou menos duas semanas atrás eu estava aki fazendoo mais um post, numa felicidade tão grande que chegava a ser alucinante .... motivo: tava namorando em casa com H***, o qual naquele momento (e ate neste momento) era o amor da minha vida, foram cinco meses de mimos, melações, cute-cute, amor, carinho, amizade ( acima de tudo); aprendi tantas coisas durante esse tempo, mas acho que o momento em q eu mais aprendi foi agora ....porque só agora aprendi a dar valor ao que me é dado de verdade ...ou melhor o que é meu de verdade...&lt;div&gt;.... acho q pela milionésima vez meu coração foi partidoo de um a forma tão cruel ..como já dizia O nosso grande Chico Buarque, "...nunca mais romace..."; um dia me ama, me idolatra....no outro não quero mais vc !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....Como se não bastasse os problemas que eu ja tenho ...agora viver sem vc vai ser muitoooo ruim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Só sinto por vc viu!? nunca imaginei covardia tamanha, cinismo gigantesco ...preferia mil vezes, não ter t conhecido a 5 meses atrás...jamais o obrigarei a ficar comigo, só lhe desejo muita sorte, te conheço nos mínimos detalhes, vai ser muito pior pra vc viver sem mim!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Espero de ti uma coisa: " que os momentos bons q a gente viveu, permaneçam em sua memória, mas não tente voltar atrás quando se lembrar que estes foram o melhores momentos da sua vida !" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Festas e curtições viram, mas pode ter certeza disso, vão passar !!! Cuidado, pra não passar junto com elas, já que só vive pensando em coisas supérfluas ....quero muito te ver daqui há uns 7 anos( ou até menos que isso!) ...só pra vc ver como eu darei a volta por cima ...faço questão de mencionar detalhe por detalhe da minha vida vida que vc poderia ter ursufluido comigo e não pôde...vai ver o quanto vc perdeu sem motivo nenhum !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Raiva de vc eu não tenho, e nem terei jamais! o q eu sinto com todas as letras é apenas P.E.N.A, vc é um otário!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    O QUE SE LEVA DESSA VIDA, É A VIDA QUE SE LEVA !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/2700161877086974262-1725976282937075139?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1725976282937075139/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/foi-bom-o-enquanto-durou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/1725976282937075139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/1725976282937075139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/foi-bom-o-enquanto-durou.html' title='Foi bom o enquanto durou !!!'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TU9SHxJrxgI/AAAAAAAAAMs/xemR2hbarXA/s72-c/AAA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-66497279318347308</id><published>2011-02-06T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T17:32:08.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 18.0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family: Algerian;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; color:#002060;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;Nunca confie em sentimentos reais, vindos de pessoas falsas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family: Algerian;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; color:#002060;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family: Algerian;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; color:#002060;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;                                                           (&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nick Jonas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.0pt;font-family:Algerian;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:#002060;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family: Algerian;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; color:#002060;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96); font-family: georgia; font-size: x-small; "&gt;p.s: plagio do blog da minhah querida amiga dudah basílio ( confissões tortas ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-66497279318347308?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/66497279318347308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/nunca-confie-em-sentimentos-reais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/66497279318347308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/66497279318347308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/nunca-confie-em-sentimentos-reais.html' title=''/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-8148412552746291821</id><published>2011-01-28T08:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T08:19:50.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pense num filme ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TULsH-0VKaI/AAAAAAAAAMY/CFG_FrNH8tc/s1600/5978stardust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TULsH-0VKaI/AAAAAAAAAMY/CFG_FrNH8tc/s200/5978stardust.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567271711249082786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; line-height: 30px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"A única coisa que sei sobre o amor é que ele é incondicional, não pode ser comparado." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; line-height: 30px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; line-height: 30px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Stardust - O Mistério da Estrela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-8148412552746291821?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8148412552746291821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/01/pense-num-filme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/8148412552746291821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/8148412552746291821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/01/pense-num-filme.html' title='Pense num filme ....'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TULsH-0VKaI/AAAAAAAAAMY/CFG_FrNH8tc/s72-c/5978stardust.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-332450174985097462</id><published>2011-01-21T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T10:26:07.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Os três “S” do sucesso com os garotos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TTnPtxsywKI/AAAAAAAAAMI/fO8rGBzueBI/s1600/s.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TTnPtxsywKI/AAAAAAAAAMI/fO8rGBzueBI/s320/s.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564707199935234210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 12px; "&gt;&lt;p class="bajada" style="margin-top: 0.25em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 1.4; text-align: justify; "&gt;Muitos podem ser os segredos para potenciar suas virtudes sedutoras com os garotos, mas lembre sempre que o que a faz inesquecível é sua atitude perante a vida, que transmita alto astral e faça com que os outros desfrutem da sua companhia. A seguir, três pontos básicos para que você deixe louco o garoto de quem gosta.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h4 style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 1.4em; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1; color: rgb(212, 47, 140); "&gt;Segurança em você mesma&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.25em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 1em; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 1.4; text-align: justify; "&gt;É básico e o deixará aos seus pés. Você é uma garota sem complexos e que sabe seduzir. Vamos lá, gatinha!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h4 style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 1.4em; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1; color: rgb(212, 47, 140); "&gt;Soltura&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.25em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 1em; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 1.4; text-align: justify; "&gt;Sinônimo de… fora poses! Acredite que os meninos estão sedentos por garotas originais como você, não uma cópia da cópia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h4 style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 1.4em; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1; color: rgb(212, 47, 140); "&gt;Sinceridade&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.25em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 1em; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 1.4; text-align: justify; "&gt;Isso definitivamente é como uma dica universal, porque não existe melhor caminho para que uma conquista funcione do que saber o que se pode esperar de uma relação.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.25em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 1em; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 1.4; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.25em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 1em; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 1.4; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.25em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 1em; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 1.4; text-align: justify; "&gt;                                             Materia copiada da BEINGGIRLS!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-332450174985097462?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/332450174985097462/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/01/os-tres-s-do-sucesso-com-os-garotos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/332450174985097462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/332450174985097462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/01/os-tres-s-do-sucesso-com-os-garotos.html' title='Os três “S” do sucesso com os garotos'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TTnPtxsywKI/AAAAAAAAAMI/fO8rGBzueBI/s72-c/s.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-7364014453536031660</id><published>2011-01-21T09:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T10:03:33.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ficaa a Dicaa......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TTnJpqqamNI/AAAAAAAAAMA/CkeWY-L9EcE/s1600/home_romantismo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TTnJpqqamNI/AAAAAAAAAMA/CkeWY-L9EcE/s320/home_romantismo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564700532256970962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top:7.5pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:7.5pt;margin-left: 0cm;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;line-height:200%; font-family:&amp;quot;Cooper Black&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:#FF3399"&gt;Demonstrar amor, geralmente, significa dedicar tempo para o outro através de atitudes surpreendentes, presentes inovadores, momentos inesquecíveis. Mas ao usar simples gestos e comportamentos você vai deixar claro seus sentimentos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-top:7.5pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:7.5pt;margin-left: 0cm;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;line-height:200%; font-family:&amp;quot;Cooper Black&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:#FF3399"&gt;A rotina pode deixar sem graça até o relacionamento mais sadio, por isso de tempos em tempos é muito importante mostrar através de algumas atitudes o quanto a paixão existe e o outro significa para você.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-7364014453536031660?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7364014453536031660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/01/ficaa-dicaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/7364014453536031660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/7364014453536031660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/01/ficaa-dicaa.html' title='Ficaa a Dicaa......'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TTnJpqqamNI/AAAAAAAAAMA/CkeWY-L9EcE/s72-c/home_romantismo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-4119611012673259368</id><published>2011-01-21T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T09:54:50.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; color: rgb(0, 176, 240); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Amor, encantadora loucura; ambição, grave tolice."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:#00B0F0"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:#00B0F0"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;                                                                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:#00B0F0"&gt;- Nicolas de Chamfort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00B0F0"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-4119611012673259368?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4119611012673259368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/01/amor-encantadora-loucura-ambicao-grave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/4119611012673259368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/4119611012673259368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2011/01/amor-encantadora-loucura-ambicao-grave.html' title=''/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-5590979535718487245</id><published>2011-01-21T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T09:34:12.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VamÔô Lerrrr.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.2pt;line-height:11.25pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma; color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade:191;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Crônica do Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade:191;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade:191;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Ninguém ama outra pessoa pelas qualidades que ela tem, caso contrário os honestos, simpáticos e não fumantes teriam uma fila de pretendentes batendo a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma;color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade: 191;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade:191;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;porta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma; color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade:191;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade:191;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;O amor não é chegado a fazer contas, não obedece à razão. O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma;color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade: 191;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade:191;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;verdadeiro amor acontece por empatia, por magnetismo, por conjunção &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma;color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade: 191;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade:191;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;estelar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma; color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade:191;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.2pt;line-height:11.25pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma; color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade:191;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Ninguém ama outra pessoa porque ela é educada, veste-se bem e é fã do Caetano. Isso são só referenciais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade:191;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade:191;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Ama-se pelo cheiro, pelo mistério, pela paz que o outro lhe dá, ou pelo tormento que provoca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade:191;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade:191;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Ama-se pelo tom de voz, pela maneira que os olhos piscam, pela fragilidade que se revela quando menos se espera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma;color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade: 191;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade:191;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Você ama aquela petulante. Você escreveu dúzias de cartas que ela não respondeu, você deu flores que ela deixou a seco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma;color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade: 191;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade:191;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Você gosta de rock e ela de chorinho, você gosta de praia e ela tem alergia a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma; color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade:191;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade:191;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;sol, você abomina Natal e ela detesta o Ano Novo, nem no ódio vocês combinam. Então?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma; color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade:191;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade:191;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Então, que ela tem um jeito de sorrir que o deixa imobilizado, o beijo dela é mais viciante do que LSD, você adora brigar com ela e ela adora implicar com você. Isso tem nome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade:191;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade:191;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Você ama aquele cafajeste. Ele diz que vai e não liga, ele veste o primeiro trapo que encontra no armário. Ele não emplaca uma semana nos empregos, está sempre duro, e é meio galinha. Ele não tem a menor vocação para príncipe encantado e ainda assim você não consegue despachá-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma;color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade: 191;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade:191;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Quando a mão dele toca na sua nuca, você derrete feito manteiga. Ele toca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma;color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade: 191;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade:191;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;gaita na boca, adora animais e escreve poemas. Por que você ama este cara?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma; color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade:191;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade:191;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Não pergunte pra mim; você é inteligente. Lê livros, revistas, jornais. Gosta dos filmes dos irmãos Coen e do Robert Altman, mas sabe que uma boa comédia romântica também tem seu valor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma;color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade: 191;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade:191;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;É bonita. Seu cabelo nasceu para ser sacudido num comercial de xampu e seu corpo tem todas as curvas no lugar. Independente, emprego fixo, bom saldo no banco. Gosta de viajar, de música, tem loucura por computador e seu fettucine ao pesto é imbatível. Você tem bom humor, não pega no pé de ninguém e adora sexo. Com um currículo desse, criatura, por que está sem um amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma;color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade: 191;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade:191;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Ah, o amor, essa raposa. Quem dera o amor não fosse um sentimento, mas uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma; color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade:191;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade:191;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;equação matemática: eu linda + você inteligente = dois apaixonados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma;color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade: 191;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade:191;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Não funciona assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade:191;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade:191;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Amar não requer conhecimento prévio nem consulta ao SPC. Ama-se justamente pelo que o Amor tem de indefinível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma;color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade: 191;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade:191;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Honestos existem aos milhares, generosos têm às pencas, bons motoristas e bons pais de família, tá assim, ó!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade:191;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade:191;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Mas, ninguém consegue ser do jeito que o amor da sua vida é! Pense nisso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma; color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade:191;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade:191;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Pedir é a maneira mais eficaz de merecer. É a contingência maior de quem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma;color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade: 191;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade:191;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;precisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma; color:#31849B;mso-themecolor:accent5;mso-themeshade:191;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TR4NumnHm8I/AAAAAAAAALY/jbURrsU5UgQ/s320/b8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556894084511538114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TR4NuX8I0FI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ZMrjKzDaz3A/s1600/b9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TR4NuX8I0FI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ZMrjKzDaz3A/s320/b9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556894080573165650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TR4NuezGy0I/AAAAAAAAALI/lhvtfxPwxEQ/s1600/b10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TR4NuezGy0I/AAAAAAAAALI/lhvtfxPwxEQ/s320/b10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556894082414332738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Eu amoo viver !!!&lt;div&gt; E hoje completoo mais um aninhoo de vida , eh 18 ...talvez naum seja pra todos ...mas a vidaa q levo é de longe uma vida razoável ..pra naum dizer que eh ruim ...mas assim de tudo q é ruim eu posso tirar algumas coisas boas ... NAMORADO !? eh talvez sejaa sim uma das minhas maiores alegrias...AMIGOS !? sim, aii sem duvidas posso dizer que sem eles eu naum vivoo ^^ FAMILIA !? minha avó ...pai, mãe e irmão,monte de ser q naum me compreende só fazem (me perdoe a palavra) fuder com a minha vida, querem me impedir de tudo ...e acham q se eu levar uma vida mais descontraida ...eu vou virar a menina mais errada do mundoo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.... Mas como ja diria minha avó ...deve-se agradecer o que tem, pois a gente só tem oo q merece...se eu mereçoo sofrer tantoo ...beleza entaum .... Q SOFRER SEJA MINHA VIDAAA...\o/\o/\o/....só vale o que realmente importaaaaa....e o q importa eh o q me faz bem !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-2477885748789686756?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2477885748789686756/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2010/12/amorr-vidaaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/2477885748789686756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/2477885748789686756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2010/12/amorr-vidaaa.html' title='Amorr a vidaaa .....'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TR4NumnHm8I/AAAAAAAAALY/jbURrsU5UgQ/s72-c/b8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-6126237365794888756</id><published>2010-12-23T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T10:08:24.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aprendi que ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TROPszzLYmI/AAAAAAAAAK0/7TGfotWCEfQ/s1600/aaaaaaaaaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TROPszzLYmI/AAAAAAAAAK0/7TGfotWCEfQ/s400/aaaaaaaaaaa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553940765459833442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;...amores eternos podem acabar em uma noite. Que grandes amigos podem se tornar ferrenhos inimigos. Que o amor, sozinho, não tem a força que eu imaginei. Que ouvir os outros é o melhor remédio e o pior veneno. Que a gente nunca conhece uma pessoa de verdade, afinal gastamos uma vida inteira para conhecer a nós mesmos. Que confiança não é questão de luxo, e sim de sobrevivência. Que os poucos amigos que te apóiam na queda, são muito mais fortes do que os muitos que te empurram. Que o &lt;i&gt;nunca mais&lt;/i&gt; nunca se cumpre, e que o &lt;i&gt;pra sempre&lt;/i&gt; sempre acaba. Que minha família com suas 1000 diferenças, está sempre aqui quando eu preciso. Que ainda não inventaram nada melhor do que colo de mãe desde que o mundo é mundo. Que vou sempre me surpreender, seja com os outros ou comigo. Que vou cair e levantar milhões de vezes, e ainda não vou ter aprendido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-6126237365794888756?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6126237365794888756/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2010/12/aprendi-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/6126237365794888756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/6126237365794888756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2010/12/aprendi-que.html' title='Aprendi que ....'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TROPszzLYmI/AAAAAAAAAK0/7TGfotWCEfQ/s72-c/aaaaaaaaaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-6377148657833890617</id><published>2010-12-15T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T05:11:50.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AINDA PRESSINTO O AMOR ...</title><content type='html'>Sabe aquela sensação?&lt;br /&gt;Aquela sensação de que qdo você andava na rua e sentiu um perfume e lembrou de alguém que gosta muito? &lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes você olhou para uma paisagem em uma foto, e não se imaginou lá com alguém... &lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes você estava do lado de alguém, e sua cabeça não estava ali? &lt;br /&gt;Você deve ter visto que aquele filme, que vocês dois viram juntos no cinema, vai passar na TV... &lt;br /&gt;E você gelou porque o bom daquele momento já passou... &lt;br /&gt;E aquela música que você não gosta de ouvir porque lembra algo ou alguém que você quer esquecer mas não consegue? &lt;br /&gt;Não teve aquele dia em que tudo deu errado, mas que no finzinho aconteceu algo maravilhoso? &lt;br /&gt;E aquele dia em que tudo deu certo, exceto pelo final que estragou tudo? &lt;br /&gt;Você já chorou por que lembrou de alguém que amava e não pôde dizer isso para essa pessoa? &lt;br /&gt;Você já reencontrou um grande amor do passado e sentiu que ele mudou?&lt;br /&gt;Pois é, &lt;br /&gt;Apesar de tudo e acima de tudo AINDA PRESSINTO O AMOR...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-6377148657833890617?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6377148657833890617/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2010/12/ainda-pressinto-o-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/6377148657833890617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/6377148657833890617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2010/12/ainda-pressinto-o-amor.html' title='AINDA PRESSINTO O AMOR ...'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-8343714093932866934</id><published>2010-10-29T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T16:01:58.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ele diz:" - amourr vc é anti-romantismo"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TMtRfG5LQqI/AAAAAAAAAKk/1pzHbs2K-o0/s1600/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TMtRfG5LQqI/AAAAAAAAAKk/1pzHbs2K-o0/s400/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533606162023006882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só que não é bem assim ...txamoo hugatãoo !!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-8343714093932866934?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8343714093932866934/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2010/10/ele-diz-amourr-vc-e-antiromantismo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/8343714093932866934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/8343714093932866934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2010/10/ele-diz-amourr-vc-e-antiromantismo.html' title='Ele diz:&quot; - amourr vc é anti-romantismo&quot;'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TMtRfG5LQqI/AAAAAAAAAKk/1pzHbs2K-o0/s72-c/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-3161978351132475239</id><published>2010-10-29T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T15:51:20.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não tem jeito ...serei assim para todo sempre....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TMtP0-QKMPI/AAAAAAAAAKc/F1p6KBQWE1Y/s1600/opini%C3%A3o.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TMtP0-QKMPI/AAAAAAAAAKc/F1p6KBQWE1Y/s400/opini%C3%A3o.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533604338637353202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pois gosto de pensar assim :&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Se a gente faz o que manda o coração, lá na frente, tudo se explica. Por isso, faço a minha sorte. Sou fiel ao que sinto. Aceito feliz quem eu sou. Não acho graça em quem não acha graça. Acho chato quem não se contradiz. Às vezes desejo mal. Sou humana. Sou quase normal. Não ligo se gostarem de mim em partes. Mas desejo que eu me aceite por inteiro. Não sou perfeita, não sou previsível. Sou uma louca. Admiro grandes qualidades. Mas gosto mesmo dos pequenos defeitos. São eles que nos fazem grande. Que nos fazem fortes. Que nos fazem acordar. Acho bonito quem tem orgulho de ser gente. Porque não é nada fácil, eu sei. Por isso continuo princesa. Continuo guerreira. Continuo na lua. Continuo na luta. No meio do caos que anda o mundo, aceitar é ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-3161978351132475239?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3161978351132475239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2010/10/nao-tem-jeito-serei-assim-para-todo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/3161978351132475239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/3161978351132475239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2010/10/nao-tem-jeito-serei-assim-para-todo.html' title='Não tem jeito ...serei assim para todo sempre....'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TMtP0-QKMPI/AAAAAAAAAKc/F1p6KBQWE1Y/s72-c/opini%C3%A3o.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-3447486082603688041</id><published>2010-10-29T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T15:39:23.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>É Né !? Fazer o que !?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TMtNAYLoL_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/8TeBIEII8tk/s1600/Felicidade+no+Amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TMtNAYLoL_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/8TeBIEII8tk/s400/Felicidade+no+Amor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533601236041347058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Um dia descobrimos que  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;que se apaixonar é inevitável, e que as melhores provas de amor são as mais simples. Um dia percebemos que o comum não nos atrai, e que ser classificado como bonzinho não é bom. Um dia percebemos que a pessoa que nunca te liga é a que mais pensa em você. Um dia saberemos a importância da frase: "você se torna eternamente responsável por aquilo que cativa". Um dia percebemos que somos muito importante para alguém, e que não damos valor a isso! Que homem de verdade não é aquele que tem mil mulheres, mas aquele que consegue fazer uma única mulher feliz! Enfim... um dia descobrimos que apesar de viver quase um século, esse tempo todo não é suficiente para realizarmos todos os nossos sonhos, para beijarmos todas as bocas que nos atraem, para dizer tudo o que tem de ser dito. O jeito é: ou nos conformamos com a falta de algumas coisas na nossa vida ou lutamos para realizar todas as nossas loucuras!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-3447486082603688041?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3447486082603688041/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2010/10/e-ne-fazer-o-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/3447486082603688041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/3447486082603688041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2010/10/e-ne-fazer-o-que.html' title='É Né !? Fazer o que !?'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TMtNAYLoL_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/8TeBIEII8tk/s72-c/Felicidade+no+Amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-3746379202648172425</id><published>2010-10-29T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T15:32:10.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LISPECTOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TMtLJRXVPXI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Hc8xr0S0umU/s1600/bloguinhoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TMtLJRXVPXI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Hc8xr0S0umU/s400/bloguinhoo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533599189806955890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: large; "&gt;Não me prendo a nada &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;que me defina. Sou companhia, mas posso ser solidão. Tranqüilidade e inconstância, pedra e coração. Sou abraços, sorrisos, ânimo, bom humor, sarcasmo, preguiça e sono. Música alta e silêncio. Serei o que você quiser, mas só quando eu quiser. Não me limito, não sou cruel comigo! Serei sempre apego pelo que vale a pena e desapego pelo que não quer valer. Suponho que me entender não é uma questão de inteligência e sim de sentir, de entrar em contato... ou toca, ou não toca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-3746379202648172425?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3746379202648172425/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2010/10/lispector.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/3746379202648172425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/3746379202648172425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2010/10/lispector.html' title='LISPECTOR'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TMtLJRXVPXI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Hc8xr0S0umU/s72-c/bloguinhoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-3195727431760276698</id><published>2010-10-08T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T07:30:08.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prazer em tê-lo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TK8qks5L3YI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sZypzo1H2ms/s1600/hugalinha.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TK8qks5L3YI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sZypzo1H2ms/s400/hugalinha.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525682077821558146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-3195727431760276698?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3195727431760276698/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2010/10/prazer-em-te-lo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/3195727431760276698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/3195727431760276698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2010/10/prazer-em-te-lo.html' title='Prazer em tê-lo'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TK8qks5L3YI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sZypzo1H2ms/s72-c/hugalinha.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-3182603413599495539</id><published>2010-09-05T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T20:52:05.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Está me fazendo feliz !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;         &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;HUGO FERNANDO DE ANDRADE VASCONCELOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TIRkyN0ZMvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Ayng6WjLl3M/s1600/SAM_1788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TIRkyN0ZMvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Ayng6WjLl3M/s400/SAM_1788.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513642657673982706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-3182603413599495539?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3182603413599495539/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2010/09/esta-me-fazendo-feliz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/3182603413599495539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/3182603413599495539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2010/09/esta-me-fazendo-feliz.html' title='Está me fazendo feliz !!!'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TIRkyN0ZMvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Ayng6WjLl3M/s72-c/SAM_1788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-7475388347891905374</id><published>2010-09-05T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T20:48:30.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INCERTEZAS DIÁRIAS ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TIRjTQkQf7I/AAAAAAAAAI0/kW_EQSEbJKc/s1600/arma-assalto1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TIRjTQkQf7I/AAAAAAAAAI0/kW_EQSEbJKc/s400/arma-assalto1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513641026324037554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...A história é a seguinte:  ....uma bela noite, o meninoo mais fofo do mundo ( exagero) e a pior coisa que podia ter acontecido!!..&lt;div&gt;       21:00, 05 de setembro de 2010.; marquei de sair com meu "ficante"...até ai tudo blz ...fomos pra um lugar mais tranquilo ( esquezito mesmo), onde nós pudessémos de ficar mais a vontade ...beijos e amassos, risadas, conversas e muita melação...tinha tudo pra ser uma noite perfeita (quem derá...), fomo s surpreendidos ..por dois ladrões que levaram nossos celulares...a pior parte foi qndo um dos caras...nos mostrou uma arma...aii naum gosto nem de lembrar ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....Tudo é incerto jamais pensaria em ser assaltada ...akii em nazacity ...mas como pra tudo tem sua primeira vez !?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Sóo espero que tenha sido a primeira e ultima!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-7475388347891905374?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7475388347891905374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2010/09/incertezas-diarias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/7475388347891905374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/7475388347891905374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2010/09/incertezas-diarias.html' title='INCERTEZAS DIÁRIAS ....'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TIRjTQkQf7I/AAAAAAAAAI0/kW_EQSEbJKc/s72-c/arma-assalto1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-560734519017722938</id><published>2010-09-02T05:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T05:12:42.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ENCERRANDO CICLOS...</title><content type='html'>...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 10px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sempre é preciso saber quando uma etapa chega ao final...&lt;br /&gt;Se insistirmos em permanecer nela mais do que o tempo necessário, perdemos a alegria e o sentido das outras etapas que precisamos viver.&lt;br /&gt;Encerrando ciclos, fechando portas, terminando capítulos. Não importa o nome que damos, o que importa é deixar no passado os momentos da vida que já se acabaram.&lt;br /&gt;Foi despedida do trabalho? Terminou uma relação? Deixou a casa dos pais? Partiu para viver em outro país? A amizade tão longamente cultivada desapareceu sem explicações?&lt;br /&gt;Você pode passar muito tempo se perguntando por que isso aconteceu....&lt;br /&gt;Pode dizer para si mesmo que não dará mais um passo enquanto não entender as razões que levaram certas coisas, que eram tão importantes e sólidas em sua vida, serem subitamente transformadas em pó. Mas tal atitude será um desgaste imenso para todos: seus pais, seus amigos, seus filhos, seus irmãos, todos estarão encerrando capítulos, virando a folha, seguindo adiante, e todos sofrerão ao ver que você está parado.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém pode estar ao mesmo tempo no presente e no passado, nem mesmo quando tentamos entender as coisas que acontecem conosco.&lt;br /&gt;O que passou não voltará: não podemos ser eternamente meninos, adolescentes tardios, filhos que se sentem culpados ou rancorosos com os pais, amantes que revivem noite e dia uma ligação com quem já foi embora e não tem a menor intenção de voltar.&lt;br /&gt;As coisas passam, e o melhor que fazemos é deixar que elas realmente possam ir embora...&lt;br /&gt;Por isso é tão importante (por mais doloroso que seja!) destruir recordações, mudar de casa, dar muitas coisas para orfanatos, vender ou doar os livros que tem.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo neste mundo visível é uma manifestação do mundo invisível, do que está acontecendo em nosso coração... e o desfazer-se de certas lembranças significa também abrir espaço para que outras tomem o seu lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Deixar ir embora. Soltar. Desprender-se.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém está jogando nesta vida com cartas marcadas, portanto às vezes ganhamos, e às vezes perdemos.&lt;br /&gt;Não espere que devolvam algo, não espere que reconheçam seu esforço, que descubram seu gênio, que entendam seu amor. Pare de ligar sua televisão emocional e assistir sempre ao mesmo programa, que mostra como você sofreu com determinada perda: isso o estará apenas envenenando, e nada mais.&lt;br /&gt;Não há nada mais perigoso que rompimentos amorosos que não são aceitos, promessas de emprego que não têm data marcada para começar, decisões que sempre são adiadas em nome do "momento ideal".&lt;br /&gt;Antes de começar um capítulo novo, é preciso terminar o antigo: diga a si mesmo que o que passou, jamais voltará!&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se de que houve uma época em que podia viver sem aquilo, sem aquela pessoa - nada é insubstituível, um hábito não é uma necessidade.&lt;br /&gt;Pode parecer óbvio, pode mesmo ser difícil, mas é muito importante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encerrando ciclos. Não por causa do orgulho, por incapacidade, ou por soberba, mas porque simplesmente aquilo já não se encaixa mais na sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;Feche a porta, mude o disco, limpe a casa, sacuda a poeira. Deixe de ser quem era, e se transforme em quem é. Torna-te uma pessoa melhor e assegura-te de que sabes bem quem és tu próprio, antes de conheceres alguém e de esperares que ele veja quem tu és..&lt;br /&gt;E lembra-te:&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que chega, chega sempre por alguma razão...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-560734519017722938?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/560734519017722938/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2010/09/encerrando-ciclos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/560734519017722938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/560734519017722938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2010/09/encerrando-ciclos.html' title='ENCERRANDO CICLOS...'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-324559780573212994</id><published>2010-08-09T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T09:20:45.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VIVA INTENSAMENTE, SEJA VC E NÃO ESPERE NADA EM TROCA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TGAqbOFucZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/8GzP23KkLyM/s1600/curtir-a-vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TGAqbOFucZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/8GzP23KkLyM/s400/curtir-a-vida.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503445391773692306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Nem sempre meu sorriso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;foi verdαdeiro, nem sempre αs escolhαs que fiz forαm αs corretαs, nem sempre αs pessoαs que escolhi permαnecerαm do meu lαdo, nem sempre meu sonho se reαlizou, nem sempre minhα opinião foi αceitα, nem sempre fiz o que quis. não vivemos exαtαmente o que sonhαmos, vivemos o que cαtivαmos, o que nos foi guαrdαdo, o que merecemos. gerαlmente sofremos quαndo esperαmos αlgo de αlguém; o ideαl é não esperαr nαdα de ninguém, e se surpreender com cαdα αto, cαdα inesperαdo tão esperαdo ocultαmente. esquecemos que estes são humαnos, e como tαl, errαm. todos nós somos felizes e prα todos nós o sol continuα brilhαndo. devemos sαber perder. devemos viver e αproveitαr o que nos foi oferecido, sem mαis demαis, e αpesαr de todos os αpesαres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-324559780573212994?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/324559780573212994/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2010/08/viva-intensamente-seja-vc-e-nao-espere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/324559780573212994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/324559780573212994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2010/08/viva-intensamente-seja-vc-e-nao-espere.html' title='VIVA INTENSAMENTE, SEJA VC E NÃO ESPERE NADA EM TROCA!!!'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TGAqbOFucZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/8GzP23KkLyM/s72-c/curtir-a-vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-1566504673239322314</id><published>2010-08-06T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T11:54:44.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DELÍRIOS DE UM CORAÇÃO APAIXONADO...XD...=-§</title><content type='html'>Estou passando por um momento muito peculiar da minha vida...é como se tudo estivesse andando pra trás, meu pai muito impossível ( como sempre, mas pior do que nunca!), e agora também meu irmão ...um pirralho que nem saiu das fraldas querendo mandar em mim o tempo todo , não sei mais o que faço, só Deus e minha avó que estão sempre do meu lado...  XD..&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo um Apartamento descente pra morar, não consigo nenhum tempinho pra ta com quem eu gosto, estou cada vez mais longe dos meus amigos de verdade, tenho a sensação de sempre está magoando as pessoas ....As minhas aulas já vão começar novamente, é o que as vezes me conforta, pois lá eu fiz amigos legais...Na verdade esse ataque de consciênia que eu estou tendo seja por conta da falta que eu sinto de Rafael ....E talvez também porque fiquei sabendo de coisas sobre ele que não são as mais agradáveis  ...queria que tudo fosse realmente mentira ...porque se for verdade...eu com certeza vou dar uma de Maísa e sair por aí cantando : ...."MEU MUNDO CAIU...." zueey!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mas ao mesmo tempo vejo que eu tenho mais motivos pra rir, do que pra estar me lamentando !!!....quando eu lembro dos momentos que eu já tive como as lembranças do BA, do meu exxxx-namorado André ....que me fazia muito feliz (pena que notei isso muito tempo depois), dos meus amigos, especialmente Neto (que me conhece inteiramente), das festas que já fui...Lembro que tudo foii tão bom ....E agora mesmo na faculdade...meu irmãozinhoo Christian e minha amiga Kaká foram umas das grandes conquistas ...e até mesmo ter ficado com Rafael ...a criatura mais playsson que eu conheço ...com ele aprendii que curtir a vida está acima de qualquer paixão que vc possa ter...que viver num mundo de loucuras e festas e bebidas...pode ser bom a sua maneira...ele só não nota que isso só eh bom pra ele mesmo e que magoa quem realmente gosta dele ....em relação a ele estou como se fosse em transe ...tudo parado ...como se não existisse ....Mas o problema é que existiu e agora tow viajando naquela ...( Tá bom eu me caleyy...já prometi q naum ia mais falar dele =-§ ).&lt;br /&gt;Uffah .....DESABAFEII !!! eu juro que desabafeii ....Mensagem da sorte: "A dor é inevitável, mas o sofrimento é opicional.")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-1566504673239322314?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1566504673239322314/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2010/08/delirios-de-um-coracao-apaixonadoxd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/1566504673239322314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/1566504673239322314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2010/08/delirios-de-um-coracao-apaixonadoxd.html' title='DELÍRIOS DE UM CORAÇÃO APAIXONADO...XD...=-§'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-498949562060310256</id><published>2010-07-31T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T12:50:12.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Você se arriscaria ??? A viver inconsequentemente....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TFR-HrSTC_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Lx1Ug6WL8gw/s1600/f+de+semana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TFR-HrSTC_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Lx1Ug6WL8gw/s400/f+de+semana.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500159715269872626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Porque se arriscar é tão fácil pra umas pessoas e pra outras não !!!  Muitas vezes sou tachada de boba e inocente por não ter coragem de me arriscar pelo o q eu quero e é sempre assim ...&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mas não é falta de coragem, é só não querer ter uma atitude inconsequente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.. isso mesmo, são tantas as coisas que acontece comigo (coisas ruins =-/), que de repente as coisas não parecem fazer sentido algum pra mim ...e o que acontecer tá bom demais!! É como se eu tivesse me acostumado a sofrer, a depender dos outros e ser sem subordinada à alguém...e pior é que eu naum seii mudar apesar de muiita gente dizer ... que mudança é uma atitude ímpar e que ela só acontece quando a própria pessoa quer ...mas é incrível mesmo, eu quero mudar e não consigo, sempre acho que se não fizer o q as pessoas querem vou mágoa-las, aí sempre faço tudo o que querem ...pra fazer todo mundo feliz mesmo que pra isso eu tenha que sofrer....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sempre fuii assim ...não sou do tipo de pessoa que faz algo, esperando em troca!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;E por muitos outros motivos também ...nunca me arrisco ...algumas pessoas chamam isso de juízo, eu chamo de tédio ...a minha vida é a mesma coisa...todos os dias ...lógico, neh'?...eu nunca me arrisco a fazer coisas novas ....TENHO MEDO DO QUE TODOS VÃO ACHAR...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Infelizmente sou rodeada de pessoas que só olham para o próprio umbigo, e esquecem o que realmente importa ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O QUE SE LEVA DESSA VIDA, É A VIDA QUE SE LEVA ......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-498949562060310256?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/498949562060310256/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2010/07/voce-se-arriscaria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/498949562060310256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/498949562060310256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2010/07/voce-se-arriscaria.html' title='Você se arriscaria ??? A viver inconsequentemente....'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/TFR-HrSTC_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Lx1Ug6WL8gw/s72-c/f+de+semana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-8283879800288294237</id><published>2010-06-04T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T07:07:58.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu com certeza tenho um cupido "Burro e Bebado"!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Eu aqui de novo, para contar mais uma das minhas aventuras amorosas....ou será mais duas de minhas aventuras !? =-/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Eh díficil dizer ...tow numa duvida que só Deus sabe ....me entregar a um menino que em parte me faz feliz ...porém ele naum eh apenas meu ........ou me arriscar numa aventura, a qual vai me trazer grandes danos !! De acordo com o q vem acontecendo ...eh mais fácil dividir um amourr ....do que apostar no duviduso ...e quase improvável ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;como já  diz uma letra de música q eu gosto muito :&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"...deixa estar, q o q for pra ser vigora"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Acho que a dúvida ´persiste porque os dois tem uma personalidade bem parecida ...a unica diferença eh q um se preocupa com q os outros falam ....enquato o outro nuam tem a mínima vergonha na cara .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Como já disse só a duvida paira sobre minha cabeça ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Mas com certeza vou achar resposta, pra isso ...mas o medo de me apegar me deixa tão insegura, mas confortavelmente posso dizer um deles me ganhou inteiramente, e faz questão de ganhar mais a cada dia, com recados que me deixam Besta a cada minuto ....own &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;RAFAEL&lt;/span&gt; ....naum faz assim comigo ...porq desse jeito vou ti querer hoje mais do q ontem...sempre e sempre ....olhos verdes perfeitos, misturados a uma certa rigidez de carater q me atrai .... a cada vez q falo com ele, parece q o dia fica mais azul ....e ao mesmo tempo todos fazem questão de esfregar na minha cara q ele eh um desocupado ...q na verdade se conseguir o q quer comigo vai  da um pé na minha bunda...e eu so terei lembranças amargas do q hoje eh um mar de rosas ...Mas fazer o q ??  acredito q na vida todo mundo vai nos magoar de alguma forma, e a unica coisa q podemos fazer eh escolher por quem vale a pena sofrer ...eu já pensei tanto se devo sofrer por ele ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;..Enfim quero curtir o momento ...quero aproveitar, enquanto pra ele eu sou : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;MINHA LINDA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;eu fico tão feliz qndo escuto e vejo ele me dizer essas palavras ...Enquanto ao outro , posso classifica-lo como um projeto emcubado ...para um futuro próximo ou naum , neh' .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Veja só como a noite cresce em glória, e a distância traz novo amanhecer, deixe estar q o q for pra ser vigora; eu sou tão feliz, vamos dividir os sonhos q podem transformar o rumo da história, vem logo q o tempo voa como eu qndo penso em vc ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-8283879800288294237?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8283879800288294237/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/eu-com-certeza-tenho-um-cupido-burro-e.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/8283879800288294237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/8283879800288294237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/eu-com-certeza-tenho-um-cupido-burro-e.html' title='Eu com certeza tenho um cupido &quot;Burro e Bebado&quot;!!!'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-8096360281540117583</id><published>2010-03-31T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T05:49:20.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu e a Best'onna; a Best'onna e eu ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/S7NEbpm_bbI/AAAAAAAAAGY/BTBDaUwPqtA/s1600/nady+breen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/S7NEbpm_bbI/AAAAAAAAAGY/BTBDaUwPqtA/s400/nady+breen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454778815492353458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); "&gt;A minha Best|[a(iada)ona]......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Ela eh muito especial pra mim ....naum tenho palavras pra descrever o que siinto por elaa.....amuh D+....ela eh amiga pra todas as horas ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/S7NCfMl-WKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/cmxtU9qPaEs/s1600/DSC03831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/S7NCfMl-WKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/cmxtU9qPaEs/s400/DSC03831.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454776677399681186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-family:Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div class="Gy39e4nMSC Gy39e4nKSC"    style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 15px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   position: relative; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom- min-height: 40px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;font-size:12px;color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;div class="Gy39e4nHSC"   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 90px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-family:Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div class="Gy39e4nGSC"   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   overflow-x: auto; font-family:Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quem é ela?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ela é bonita no seu jeito normal de ser&lt;br /&gt;Morena Raiz, natural,sensual, quase sem querer&lt;br /&gt;Mulher-menina maneira, não tem frescura&lt;br /&gt;Flor nordestina do amor, da cor da doçura&lt;br /&gt;Morena Raiz, menina, mulher verdadeira..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;span style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;*                ...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-style: normal;  font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Nadyjane Renata&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Gy39e4nGSC"   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   overflow-x: auto; font-family:Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-style: normal;  font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Gy39e4nGSC"   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   overflow-x: auto; font-family:Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-style: normal;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Irmãamigaconfidenteconselheiraeetcq&lt;wbr&gt;uemeatura&lt;br /&gt;te amo best|[a(iada)ona]&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-8096360281540117583?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8096360281540117583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2010/03/eu-e-bestonna-bestonna-e-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/8096360281540117583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/8096360281540117583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2010/03/eu-e-bestonna-bestonna-e-eu.html' title='Eu e a Best&apos;onna; a Best&apos;onna e eu ....'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/S7NEbpm_bbI/AAAAAAAAAGY/BTBDaUwPqtA/s72-c/nady+breen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-2420573081053595236</id><published>2010-01-15T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T05:29:50.381-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/S635evzLv4I/AAAAAAAAAGA/8MxICKtGfHY/s1600/page.jpg'/><title type='text'>GALERINHAH RUA VERDE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;AMUH ESSA GALERA!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É né, vira e mexe eu tow aqui falando de amizade e dessa vez vou falar de umas pessoas muito especias na minha vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fazem três anos que moro na Rua Conselheiro João Brasil, ou a velha conhecida das pessoas da nossa cidade Rua Verde....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Ô lugarzinho bom de se viver, desde que cheguei aqui fui acolhida por todos e fiz grandes amizades , as quais eu não quero me desfazer nunca; bem, quero declarar que este post também é uma declaração de amourr a todos vcs meus cumplices, vizinhos, irmãos (e a parte q eu mais gosto), AMIGOS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Achar uma foto de todos juntos eh bem díficil, mas vou tentar colocar algumas aqui .... Eh pra começar vou descrevê-los um a um ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/S635evzLv4I/AAAAAAAAAGA/8MxICKtGfHY/s1600/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/S635evzLv4I/AAAAAAAAAGA/8MxICKtGfHY/s400/page.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453289030438076290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jéssica- &lt;/b&gt;Menina forte, determinda mas q ao mesmo tempo se mostra uma pessoa doce, meiga e que ama os amigos, kkk da turma ela eh a q mais fica doente...ama rock ...eh a minha amiga mais estilosa!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Renata-&lt;/b&gt; Eita fechou ...a menina dos bordões.... amuh de paixão não eh a toa q eh uma das minhas best!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alírio-&lt;/b&gt; Meu amourr.....adoro as  palhaçadas dele !!! me sinto muito a vontade qndo tow perto dele....abraço perfeito!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura-&lt;/b&gt; Eh o xodó ...tem 3 aninhos ...as vezes um amourr outras um terror....kkk!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mari- &lt;/b&gt;ô pessoinha especial...considerada!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Célia-&lt;/b&gt; Irmã de Renata ....a mais safadista do grupo e assanhada também.....kkkkkkkkkkk!!!! adooooro muito ....quero levá-la em meu coração todos os instantes da minha vida!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tito-&lt;/b&gt; Marrento, mas no fundo no fundo, um amourr de pessoa...sim! e pra mim Titola!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mazinho-&lt;/b&gt; o personal trainer da galera ...muito querido, gosto muito dele ...brincadeira eh o seu forte !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gu-&lt;/b&gt; Esse ai naum vou nem falar , meu irmão ...convive comigo e eh a treva, mas no fundo no fundo eu gosto dele...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joécio-&lt;/b&gt; Legal, e posso até considera-lo  um dos mais calmos da turma ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Berg-&lt;/b&gt; Adoooro , e ao mesmo tempo prefiro não comentar ...kkkkk ele eh muita resenha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Natália&lt;/b&gt;- Há-galega....doidinha ...huuu filha!!! amuh d+!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tiago-&lt;/b&gt; Gosto d+, tem um jeitinho calmo mas de calmo naum tem nada ....kkkkk!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubinho-&lt;/b&gt; Meu amourr...um dos olhos mais liindos que eu ja vii, conquistou minha amizade rapidinho ...meu eterno TUBINHO...amuh muito!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alef-&lt;/b&gt; Chegou, conquistou, me fez feliz, e depois me fez triste ...mas vai ser uma eterna lembrança...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Neto-&lt;/b&gt; Por último, mas não menos importante, meu You, não tenho palavras pre expressar o q sinto por ele...foi amizade a primeira vista .... façam de tudo mas nunca me separem dele ...amuh muito!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Amourr eh pouco ....o q eu sinto por eles nuam tem explicação!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/2700161877086974262-2420573081053595236?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2420573081053595236/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2010/01/galerinhah-rua-verde.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/2420573081053595236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/2420573081053595236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2010/01/galerinhah-rua-verde.html' title='GALERINHAH RUA VERDE!!!!'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/S635evzLv4I/AAAAAAAAAGA/8MxICKtGfHY/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-7836284252948478579</id><published>2010-01-15T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T03:58:27.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selinho roubado é bom, mas um dado de presente é melhor ainda!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/S1BYSsIOJeI/AAAAAAAAAFM/pmfDWl9MxMo/s1600-h/GANHEI+LULLY+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/S1BYSsIOJeI/AAAAAAAAAFM/pmfDWl9MxMo/s200/GANHEI+LULLY+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426934629087978978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LULLY AMOURR OBRIGADO.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pelo selinho!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-7836284252948478579?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7836284252948478579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2010/01/selinho-roubado-e-bom-mas-um-dado-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/7836284252948478579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/7836284252948478579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2010/01/selinho-roubado-e-bom-mas-um-dado-de.html' title='Selinho roubado é bom, mas um dado de presente é melhor ainda!!!!!'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/S1BYSsIOJeI/AAAAAAAAAFM/pmfDWl9MxMo/s72-c/GANHEI+LULLY+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-4539846453152842308</id><published>2010-01-09T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T05:02:16.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Formatura ?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/S63zoKRZqLI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BmUAt3_V-SE/s1600/DSC03712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/S63zoKRZqLI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BmUAt3_V-SE/s400/DSC03712.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453282595093194930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                               28/12/2009&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Colação de grau dos alunos da &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Escola de Aplicação Professor Chaves....&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;... foi um dia inesquecível, que com certeza irá ficar na memória e nos corações de todos ali presentes!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;              A imagem abaixo retrata o verdadeiro significado das palavras: FELICIDADE E FAMÍLIA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;Amuh cada um de coração.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-4539846453152842308?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4539846453152842308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2010/01/formatura.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/4539846453152842308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/4539846453152842308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2010/01/formatura.html' title='Formatura ?!'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/S63zoKRZqLI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BmUAt3_V-SE/s72-c/DSC03712.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-878835823953166451</id><published>2009-11-22T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T10:40:40.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudaram as estações, nada mudou.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406996605704612530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/SwmCw_DEKrI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d8m30uzWz24/s400/OgAAABephPJjvRwYlB71PKXSWNikBs78WUzwXrE67F7umKogH6kPS_O8ZKc9lRjqNSeyoLt2x38vnBpQ_YUo-XbhdRoAm1T1UNrP7Hsmz8pOAKsGu5mskNmwzTaA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...A melhor turma do mundo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dia 28/10/2009, data para nunca ser esquecida....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Viajei com meus amigos pra Tamandaré, praia do litoral sul de Pernambuco....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...detalhes a parte!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na verdade o barato dessa viajem foi a confirmação de que nós somos muito unidos e que vai ser díficil pra caramba , pra todos nós, viver longe uns dos outros!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O meu 3° ano é o melhor do mundo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406997791132100082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/SwmD1_HAJfI/AAAAAAAAAFE/CRNmWQ-oaOY/s400/OgAAANrTqwe6c-ZICvMS877hIGAysaYt5G5lUfncGuG-nJS60zMzoZzVy4EcCYo_69J6uD3RQGy7mT-mFjA4B6XLMYgAm1T1UEmnGnMsonhoxYtq53s6mZavQ1G-.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agradeço a todos por mostrarem que a nossa amizade é sem limite.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;....eu amo todos vcs....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 502px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406995004741689874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/SwmBTy_wohI/AAAAAAAAAE0/w4-4Mc6GNWw/s400/OgAAAOFrOahl2dUnETEkr3tGFbMRP-OIzUeMJmyCRn-IFr-lIiP1uL0aoOwOMZw3iQvUCjjav_o3aaYM7ejYHhe42foAm1T1UJZ9e2GnJDcmaBIHeJGtZPfGjRdG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AH COVARDES....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;....OBRIGADO MEU DEUS!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;by Brendinhah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-878835823953166451?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/878835823953166451/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2009/11/mudaram-as-estacoes-nada-mudou.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/878835823953166451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/878835823953166451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2009/11/mudaram-as-estacoes-nada-mudou.html' title='Mudaram as estações, nada mudou.....'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/SwmCw_DEKrI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d8m30uzWz24/s72-c/OgAAABephPJjvRwYlB71PKXSWNikBs78WUzwXrE67F7umKogH6kPS_O8ZKc9lRjqNSeyoLt2x38vnBpQ_YUo-XbhdRoAm1T1UNrP7Hsmz8pOAKsGu5mskNmwzTaA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-6734435200508052177</id><published>2009-09-10T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T10:31:15.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para os amores impossíveis ...</title><content type='html'>TEMPO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Quem sabe o tempo não traga o amor de quem ainda espera por alguém...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 449px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379892087953019666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Sqk3WaBf0xI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2bgO18woLbw/s400/para+o+blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Mas enquanto esperamos de nada adianta cercar um coração vazio ou economizar alma ! Um romance cujo fim é instantâneo ou indolor não é romance. Não deixe que a saudade sufoque, que a rotina acomode, que o medo impeça de tentar. Desconfie do destino e acredite em você. Gaste mais horas realizando que sonhando, fazendo que planejando, vivendo que esperando porque, embora quem quase morre esteja vivo, quem quase vive já morreu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[♥]"O tempo faz milagres..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-6734435200508052177?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6734435200508052177/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2009/09/para-os-amores-impossiveis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/6734435200508052177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/6734435200508052177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2009/09/para-os-amores-impossiveis.html' title='Para os amores impossíveis ...'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Sqk3WaBf0xI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2bgO18woLbw/s72-c/para+o+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-5798865710411465807</id><published>2009-09-10T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T10:21:02.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Se arrependa apenas do que vc não fizer!</title><content type='html'>NUNCA PERCA AS OPORTUNIDADES NA SUA VIDA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379888605845206530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Sqk0LuKTNgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/69A0Jilfx_g/s400/para+o+blog+5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;AME INCONDICIONALMENTE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Qμαηđσ єηcσηтяαя αℓgμéм qμє fizєя sєμ cσяαçãσ ραяαя đє fμηciσηαя ρσя αℓgμηs sєgμηđσs...σs σℓђαяєs sє cяμzαяєм є ηєsтє мσмєηтσ ђσμvєя σ мєsмσ вяiℓђσ iηтєηsσ єηтяє єℓєs, Sє σ вєijσ fσя αραixσηαηтє, Sє vσcє cσηsєgμiя sєηтiя σ cђєiяσ đα ρєssσα cσмσ sє єℓα єsтivєssє αℓi đσ sєμ ℓαđσ...Sє vσcє αcђαя α ρєssσα мαяαviℓђσsαмєηтє ℓiηđα ,мєsмσ єℓα єsтαηđσ đє ρijαмαs vєℓђσ,cђiηєℓσ đє đєđσ є cαвєℓσs ємαяαηђαđσs...Sє vσcє ηãσ cσηsєgμє iмαgiηαя đє мαηєiяα ηєηђμмα,μм fμтμяσ sєм α ρєssσα đσ sєμ ℓαđσSє vσcє тivєя cєятєzα qμє vαi vєя α σμтяα єηvєℓђєcєηđσ є мєsмσ αsssiм vαi cσηтiημαя Sєηđσ ℓσμcσ ρσя єℓα...Sє vσcє ρяєfєяiя мσяяєя, αηтєs đє vєя α σμтяα ραятiηđσ&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:----------É σ αмσя Qμє cђєGσμ ηα Sμα Viđα.----------&lt;/span&gt;Mμiтαs ρєssσαs αραixσηαм-sє мμiтαs vєzєs ηα viđα,мαs ρσμcαs αмαм σμ єηcσηтяαм μм αмσя Vєяđαđєiяσ.σμ αs vєzєs єηcσηтяαм є ρσя ηãσ ρяєsтαяєм αтєηçãσ đєixαм σ αмσя ραssαя... Sєм đєixα-ℓσ αcσηтєcєя...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-5798865710411465807?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5798865710411465807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2009/09/se-arrependa-apenas-do-que-vc-nao-fizer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/5798865710411465807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/5798865710411465807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2009/09/se-arrependa-apenas-do-que-vc-nao-fizer.html' title='Se arrependa apenas do que vc não fizer!'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Sqk0LuKTNgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/69A0Jilfx_g/s72-c/para+o+blog+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-984283619460888023</id><published>2009-08-04T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T10:28:47.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor à Distância!!!</title><content type='html'>O destino pode pregar peças ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373573997295430802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/SpLFFIMR7JI/AAAAAAAAADk/ceAUtRLrB84/s400/para+o+blog+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse novo post tem como intuito mostrar os delírios apaixonados de alguém que ama a DISTÂNCIA.....&lt;br /&gt;...É tão engraçado quando o destino se envolve com nossas vidas, dando aquela reviravolta; um dia você se vê como um patinho feio (ninguém me ama, ninguém me quer); no outro aparece na sua vida uma pessoa dizendo que te ama ! Você pode ou não acreditar.&lt;br /&gt;No caso a melhor saída foi não acreditar, mas contudo o contato foi mantido, e a vontade de querer que a outra pessoa estivessse perto aumentava a cada dia.&lt;br /&gt;mas como nada é perfeito, um fator por instate irremediável, tinha de ser motivo para que essas duas pessoas não se encontrassem... a DISTÂNCIA!&lt;br /&gt;Impossível? Não, apenas improvável. Pois uma coisa é certa milhares de quilômetros não deixam que as mãos se toquem, os corpos se abracem, as bocas se beijem. Porém esses mesmos quilômetros proporcionam o mais importante, a falta, que faz um pensar no outro a todo instante; a vontade alucinante de ver e estar perto; o desejo de estar frente a frete pra poder dizer: EU TE AMO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;A distância pode separar dois corpos mas nunca dois corações. Como diz a  música: "A noite chega eu fecho os olhos e é vc que eu vejo como eu queria estar contigo , então paro e faço um desejo: pense em mim que eu estou pensando em você"!&lt;br /&gt;À todos que amam alguém que não está ao seu lado:&lt;br /&gt;*Acredite! tudo tem sua hora;&lt;br /&gt;*Não esqueça que tem alguém que está lhe esperando;&lt;br /&gt;*Agradeça ! pois hoje existe telefone e MSN...kkkkkkkkkkkkk;&lt;br /&gt;*E por fim: Bateu aquela saudade? Ligue! nem que seja pra dizer "Bom dia" ou "Não esqueci de você, porque EU TE AMO"!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-984283619460888023?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/984283619460888023/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2009/08/amor-distancia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/984283619460888023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/984283619460888023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2009/08/amor-distancia.html' title='Amor à Distância!!!'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/SpLFFIMR7JI/AAAAAAAAADk/ceAUtRLrB84/s72-c/para+o+blog+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-6289227909830480449</id><published>2009-07-24T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T21:59:06.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VOCÊ SABIA?  AMIGOS TAMBÉM DIZEM EU TE AMO...</title><content type='html'>UMA HISTÓRIA QUE JAMAIS TERÁ FIM....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/SmqM2L9VSxI/AAAAAAAAACg/WqIoWiZQvs4/s1600-h/SDC10807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362253168888859410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/SmqM2L9VSxI/AAAAAAAAACg/WqIoWiZQvs4/s320/SDC10807.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ERA UMA VEZ....DUAS PESSOAS QUE TINHAM  COMO META NO DESTINO DE SUAS  VIDAS SE ENCONTRAREM E SEREM CUMPLÍCES , CONFIDENTES E  AMIGOS OU MELHOR IRMÃOS ... &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/SmqJz2FUHjI/AAAAAAAAACY/LOblM-mL-7M/s1600-h/amor_amigo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362249830122135090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/SmqJz2FUHjI/AAAAAAAAACY/LOblM-mL-7M/s320/amor_amigo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;POIS É PESSOAL! OUTRA BELA FORMA DE AMAR , É SENDO AMIGO...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... A AMIZADE É O AMOR QUE NUNCA MORRE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ENTÃO SE VOCÊ TEM UM AMIGO ASSIM TÃO ESPECIAL COMO EU TENHO, QUANDO VOCÊ LÊ ESTE DEPOIMENTO , PARE O QUE ESTIVER FAZENDO , PROCURE ESTE AMIGO, LIGUE OU DEIXE UM RECADO NO ORKUT ; DIZENDO &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EU TE AMO !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E NÃO SE SINTA ACANHADO PARA DIZER ESTAS TRÊS PALAVRAS, POIS PODE TER CERTEZA QUE VOCÊ IRÁ ESCUTÁ-LAS DE VOLTA....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....E A SENSAÇÃO É UMAS DAS MELHORES QUE VOCÊ PODERÁ SENTIR EM SUA VIDA!&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/2700161877086974262-6289227909830480449?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6289227909830480449/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2009/07/voce-sabia-amigos-tambem-dizem-eu-te.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/6289227909830480449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/6289227909830480449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2009/07/voce-sabia-amigos-tambem-dizem-eu-te.html' title='VOCÊ SABIA?  AMIGOS TAMBÉM DIZEM EU TE AMO...'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/SmqM2L9VSxI/AAAAAAAAACg/WqIoWiZQvs4/s72-c/SDC10807.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-5977891203002361412</id><published>2009-07-24T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T21:24:14.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PARA RIR UM POUQUINHO....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/SmqH4GbXUDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PllpcfjGOl0/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362247704205807666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/SmqH4GbXUDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PllpcfjGOl0/s400/1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PARA QUE AMAR NÃO SEJA APENAS LAMENTO, RIR UM POUCO EH UM BOM RÉMEDIO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O amor não eh algo que te faz sair do chão e te transporta para lugares que você nunca viu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...o nome disso é avião...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...o amor é outra coisa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O amor não é uma coisa que você esconde dentro de si e não mostra pra ninguém...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...isso é vibrador tailandês de três velocidades...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...o amor é outra coisa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O amor é uma coisa que te faz perder a respiração e a fala...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...o nome disso é bronquite asmática...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...o amor é outra coisa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O amor não é uma coisa que chega de repente e te transforma em refém...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...isso se chama sequestrador...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...o amor é outra coisa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O amor não é uma coisa que voa alto no céu e deixa marcas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...isso se chama sujeira de pombo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...o amor é outra coisa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O amor não é uma coisa que você pode prender ou por para fora de casa quando bem entender...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...isso se chama cachorro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...o amor é outra coisa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O amor não é uma coisa que lançou uma luz sobre você e te levou para ver as estrlas e te trouxe de volta com algo dele dentro de você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...isso se chama alienígena...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...o amor é outra coisa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O amor não é uma coisa que desapareceu e que, se encontrado, pode mudar o que há na sua frente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...isso é controle remoto de TV...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...o amor é outra coisa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O AMOR É SIMPLESMENTE ...AMOR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-5977891203002361412?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5977891203002361412/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2009/07/para-rir-um-pouquinho.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/5977891203002361412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/5977891203002361412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2009/07/para-rir-um-pouquinho.html' title='PARA RIR UM POUQUINHO....'/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/SmqH4GbXUDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PllpcfjGOl0/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700161877086974262.post-8241908214735241925</id><published>2009-07-23T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T14:10:24.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/SmjRqQ2L0jI/AAAAAAAAABc/QieznQe_2Gw/s1600-h/cora%C3%A7%C3%A5o.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 126px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 131px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361765880391520818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/SmjRqQ2L0jI/AAAAAAAAABc/QieznQe_2Gw/s320/cora%C3%A7%C3%A5o.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;VOCÊ JÁ TEVE UM GRANDE AMOR ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ME CONTE SOBRE ELE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;UM GRANDE AMOR NÃO É AQUELE QUE NÃO TE FAZ PARAR AO PRIMEIRO OLHAR ,E SIM ACELERAR A PONTO DE PARECER QUE NÃO PODE MAIS CABER EM SEU CORPO. É UMA MISTURA DE DIFERENTES COISAS AO MESMO TEMPO, COISAS COMO APERTO, SUFOCO, ALEGRIA, TRISTEZA , PALPITAÇÕES ENFIM TUDO É SENTIDO E APRECIADO AO MESMO TEMPO, SENSAÇÕES CONTRÁTRIAS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;NÃO SEI QUANTOS GRANDES AMORES PODEMOS TER NA VIDA...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;NÃO SEI SE GRANDES AMORES PODEM SER SUBSTITUÍDOS...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;NÃO SEI SE GRANDES AMORES SÃO ETERNOS APENAS ENQUANTO DURAM...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;MAS SE TEM UMA COISA QUE POSSO DIZER É QUE A SENSAÇÃO QUE ESSE GRANDE AMOR TE FAZ SENTIR É ÚNICA E VOCÊ SEMPRE GUARDARÁ NO SEU CORAÇÃO, COMO UMA ILUSÃO OU NÃO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700161877086974262-8241908214735241925?l=brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8241908214735241925/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2009/07/voce-ja-teve-um-grande-amor-me-conte.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/8241908214735241925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700161877086974262/posts/default/8241908214735241925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendafaladeamor.blogspot.com/2009/07/voce-ja-teve-um-grande-amor-me-conte.html' title=''/><author><name>BRENDINHA MARQUES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695111964542530334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/Smmposd-eEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDhhwogfgIA/S220/DSC01353.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehCF75n1MQA/SmjRqQ2L0jI/AAAAAAAAABc/QieznQe_2Gw/s72-c/cora%C3%A7%C3%A5o.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
