<?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-1232480076914487158</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:36:01.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LiesLonely</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lieslonely.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232480076914487158/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lieslonely.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Letícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889491293800194369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4miQBNMA6g/SbrjBmSgVMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gpD5z1CE6bc/S220/-+142.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232480076914487158.post-5991676990864419016</id><published>2009-04-28T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T19:04:49.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Vejo uma pessoa, aparentemente segura de todos seus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;atos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;, mais ao olhar um pouco além do que os olhos podem enxergar percebo que é totalmente insegura, alguém frágil que transparece ser forte, tentando decifrar essa pessoa descubro que é alguém cheia de sonhos. Sonhos que um dia acredita alcançar pois é cheia de esperança, esperanças que muitas vezes há faz acreditar em coisas não tão possíveis, mais sabe que se não fossem esses sonhos e essa esperança a vida não teria graça, pois tudo cairia na tão chamada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;rotina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Apago a luz, assim deixando aquele reflexo diante do espelho se perder na escuridão, e antes a menina que olhara no espelho tentando se auto-compreender esta sozinha, presa novamente há seu mundo. Essa menina sou eu, e depois de algum tempo tentando me entender eu vi, que nem eu mesma sei ao certo quem sou, não sei ao certo se nesse momento fala a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Letícia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; que vi no reflexo do espelho ou se fala outra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Letícia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; que habita dentro de mim.&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/1232480076914487158-5991676990864419016?l=lieslonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4miQBNMA6g/SbrjBmSgVMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gpD5z1CE6bc/S220/-+142.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232480076914487158.post-2899626250573730322</id><published>2009-04-27T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T17:04:45.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Questionário q</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;- Nome: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Letícia Boletini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Idade: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;14 anos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;- Naturalidade: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Sorocaba -SP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mora em ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Sorocaba- SP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tem alguma tatuagem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt; Não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Algum piercing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Alargador serve ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Já foi à África? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Já ficou bêbado? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Não diria que bêbada, só um pouco fora do meu normal, apenas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Já chorou por alguém? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Muitas vezes, não faço a mínima ideia de quantas vezes :~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;- Qual o primeiro pensamento ao acordar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt; Para de tocar celular x.x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Qual o último pensamento antes de dormir? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Imaginar situações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Se pudesse ser outra pessoa quem seria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt; Preferiria não ser ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O que é que você nunca tira?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt; Minhas pulserinhas pretas Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O que é que você tem debaixo da cama? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Um colchão .-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Uma frase:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Enquanto o frio toma o meu corpo, eu aprendi sem a gramática, que saudade não tem tradução.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Qual o livro que você está lendo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt; Veronika decide morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Uma saudade:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt; 7ª e 8ª Série &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;- Se pudesse conhecer um lugar, qual seria? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Londres ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;- É ciumento (a) ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;DEMAIS! Tudo pra mim é motivo de ciúmes, tudo mesmo, não gosto de ser assim, mais fazer o que, não consigo mudar meu jeito ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;- Já perdoou coisas imperdoáveis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt; Sim :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;- Eu tenho ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Que estudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;- Eu não estou ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Com vontade de estudar q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;- Eu perco ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Minhas chaves com frequência q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eu preciso ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Falar com o James e com a Rebeca porque eu to com saudade deles ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Me dói ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;O fato de que meu James e minha Rebeca não possam estar aqui :~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eu acho ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Que já repeti muitas vezes James e Rebeca num curto espaço de tempo HUSIOHAOI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eu sinto ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;No momento fome Q &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eu sei ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Que eu amo vocês HUSIAHSOI Q&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Nas últimas 24 hrs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;- Você chorou? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ajudou alguém? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Acredito que não ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Disse 'eu te amo'? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Muitas vezes já&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Brigou com alguém?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt; Ahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1232480076914487158-2899626250573730322?l=lieslonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lieslonely.blogspot.com/feeds/2899626250573730322/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lieslonely.blogspot.com/2009/04/questionario-q.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232480076914487158/posts/default/2899626250573730322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232480076914487158/posts/default/2899626250573730322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lieslonely.blogspot.com/2009/04/questionario-q.html' title='Questionário q'/><author><name>Letícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889491293800194369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4miQBNMA6g/SbrjBmSgVMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gpD5z1CE6bc/S220/-+142.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232480076914487158.post-2010284894236856883</id><published>2009-03-21T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T08:46:15.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monte inverno.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4miQBNMA6g/ScVIeS-NctI/AAAAAAAAAC0/G2AXXprWE04/s1600-h/ATgAAAAiDlxHhvCMVUhktrCHVV5g8NljNBOJxwlbOlCRblczc3_gPNkcYQ1qrSpoJPbSElUuqsQOPIBb3eshmgVNX84EAJtU9VAPB27n0R4-EQx2NlMOHJ8evxLTXg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4miQBNMA6g/ScVIeS-NctI/AAAAAAAAAC0/G2AXXprWE04/s320/ATgAAAAiDlxHhvCMVUhktrCHVV5g8NljNBOJxwlbOlCRblczc3_gPNkcYQ1qrSpoJPbSElUuqsQOPIBb3eshmgVNX84EAJtU9VAPB27n0R4-EQx2NlMOHJ8evxLTXg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315734620506780370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-style: italic; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;uço a voz do vento a chamar pelo meu nome, e nele estar sentindo a sua presença a minha volta... Olhei pra trás e vi meus antigos sonhos e até chorei, e hoje sinto saudade do que falei, lamento demais sua falta. Eu quero ver o sol atrás do monte, eu quero ver o brilho que ele trás, eu quero ouvir de novo a sua voz. Eu mudei, nem sinto, nem vejo as coisas como via antes. Meus amigos cresceram, mudaram, ficaram distantes, hoje meu choro é sincero. Mas digo sim que mesmo confuso, perdido, esperas por mim. Os meus olhos fechados te enxergam bem perto de mim... Espero te ver nesse inverno. Eu quero ver o sol atrás do monte, eu quero ver o brilho que ele trás, eu quero ouvir de novo a sua voz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Monte inverno - Rosa de saron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232480076914487158-2010284894236856883?l=lieslonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lieslonely.blogspot.com/feeds/2010284894236856883/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lieslonely.blogspot.com/2009/03/monte-inverno.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232480076914487158/posts/default/2010284894236856883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232480076914487158/posts/default/2010284894236856883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lieslonely.blogspot.com/2009/03/monte-inverno.html' title='Monte inverno.'/><author><name>Letícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889491293800194369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4miQBNMA6g/SbrjBmSgVMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gpD5z1CE6bc/S220/-+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4miQBNMA6g/ScVIeS-NctI/AAAAAAAAAC0/G2AXXprWE04/s72-c/ATgAAAAiDlxHhvCMVUhktrCHVV5g8NljNBOJxwlbOlCRblczc3_gPNkcYQ1qrSpoJPbSElUuqsQOPIBb3eshmgVNX84EAJtU9VAPB27n0R4-EQx2NlMOHJ8evxLTXg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232480076914487158.post-742581192026414788</id><published>2009-03-18T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T18:10:47.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi regalo mas grande.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4miQBNMA6g/ScFvypFNpkI/AAAAAAAAACk/cpo0dPWFpEE/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4miQBNMA6g/ScFvypFNpkI/AAAAAAAAACk/cpo0dPWFpEE/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314651951085758018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hoje eu sonhei, sonhei com ela, sonhei que ela estava ali do meu lado e eu finalmente podia abraça-la, falar o quanto ela é essencial pra mim, o quanto tua voz, tuas palavras, como tudo isso tinha um efeito sobre mim, basta apenas escutar o timbre de sua voz pra esquecer dos meus problemas, pra esquecer de todo o resto e ficar ali, admirando sua voz, mais claro, até em sonho eu sou uma besta, ao ver ela eu paralisei, a única coisa que consegui fazer foi chorar e abraça-la, fiquei totalmente sem reação, sei que é um sonho, mais pelo menos no sonho eu poderia ter falado tudo o que eu sentia, não tudo, porque nem eu sei exatamente tudo o que sinto por ela, cada dia que passa eu sinto mais coisas, meu amor só aumenta, algo totalmente platônico, não vou dizer impossivel, pois acredito em um dia poder ve-la e fazer tudo o que em meu sonho eu não fiz, quero poder toca-la e provar pra mim mesma o quão real ela é, preciso ve-la nem que sejam por segundos, segundos que pra mim teriam feito minha vida ter realmente valido a pena, provar que nada é impossivel, mais agora, nesse momento devo dizer que eu ficarei no mundo da imaginação, um mundo onde absolutamente tudo é possível, tudo pode acontecer, e, em grande parte você faz a história acontecer, ou seja, as chances de algo sair errado e sua história não ser escrita do sei jeito são minusculas, a única coisa que pode acontecer e impedir que você sonhe é seu despertador tocar.&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/1232480076914487158-742581192026414788?l=lieslonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lieslonely.blogspot.com/feeds/742581192026414788/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lieslonely.blogspot.com/2009/03/hoje-eu-sonhei-sonhei-com-ela-sonhei.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232480076914487158/posts/default/742581192026414788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232480076914487158/posts/default/742581192026414788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lieslonely.blogspot.com/2009/03/hoje-eu-sonhei-sonhei-com-ela-sonhei.html' title='Mi regalo mas grande.'/><author><name>Letícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889491293800194369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4miQBNMA6g/SbrjBmSgVMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gpD5z1CE6bc/S220/-+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4miQBNMA6g/ScFvypFNpkI/AAAAAAAAACk/cpo0dPWFpEE/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232480076914487158.post-6216692361851209562</id><published>2009-03-18T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T12:51:38.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4miQBNMA6g/ScEvRhckOBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/dFm88jCRsAU/s1600-h/ATgAAAAYVUH2YMvQzquYxVh_gf_K4Cxbn3TUcdBba9F3zhEdHYstvEaREY2cBJzZYPhyMvK_SD34AkB3u8Bh8lQMz0SVAJtU9VDkt8jpTQxealj03gvS_nrAi1hGIg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4miQBNMA6g/ScEvRhckOBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/dFm88jCRsAU/s320/ATgAAAAYVUH2YMvQzquYxVh_gf_K4Cxbn3TUcdBba9F3zhEdHYstvEaREY2cBJzZYPhyMvK_SD34AkB3u8Bh8lQMz0SVAJtU9VDkt8jpTQxealj03gvS_nrAi1hGIg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314581013356361746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Durante a adolescencia você precisa de amigas mais do que pensa. as amigas nos mantem centradas, compartilham sonhos, encorajam-nos a atingir nossos objetivos, mostram uma saída para nossos problemas e ajudam a tornar os bons momentos ainda melhores. As amigas podem estar lá quando sua situação familiar não for a melhor. Podem procurar respostas com você, ajudá-la a crescer e lhe dar bons conselhos. Suas melhores amigas melhoram você de algumas maneiras. Amigas que conseguem enxergar a alma umas das outras e que preucupam com o crescimento, o apoio e o futuro uma das outras são o tipo de amiga que você precisa.&lt;br /&gt;           (um guia para a vida das garotas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232480076914487158-6216692361851209562?l=lieslonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lieslonely.blogspot.com/feeds/6216692361851209562/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lieslonely.blogspot.com/2009/03/amigas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232480076914487158/posts/default/6216692361851209562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232480076914487158/posts/default/6216692361851209562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lieslonely.blogspot.com/2009/03/amigas.html' title='Amigas.'/><author><name>Letícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889491293800194369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4miQBNMA6g/SbrjBmSgVMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gpD5z1CE6bc/S220/-+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4miQBNMA6g/ScEvRhckOBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/dFm88jCRsAU/s72-c/ATgAAAAYVUH2YMvQzquYxVh_gf_K4Cxbn3TUcdBba9F3zhEdHYstvEaREY2cBJzZYPhyMvK_SD34AkB3u8Bh8lQMz0SVAJtU9VDkt8jpTQxealj03gvS_nrAi1hGIg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232480076914487158.post-6147293261558459779</id><published>2009-03-17T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T18:52:05.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns Larissa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F4miQBNMA6g/ScBQTAFen2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/IMtC8KuO5w8/s1600-h/170309113518-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F4miQBNMA6g/ScBQTAFen2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/IMtC8KuO5w8/s320/170309113518-01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314335847667900258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ouwn 13 anos minha Larissa, 13 anos de muitos que vão vir, 13 anos, 13 anos, tão bebê ouwn t1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Bom, não vou falar aquelas coisas clichês que todo aniversário você escuta, bom eu ja disse, mais enfim, aqui eu não vou dizer por que você ja sabe, e você também sabe que eu te amo, deve tá cansada de escutar isso já, mais não me canso de falar, quem diria que uma recado perguntando se eu era de Sorocaba fosse fazer nascer uma amizade tão linda né Lari ? Ainda me lembro do teu scrap " Aceita ? é de Sorocaba também né ? *-* " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt; Uma das melhores coisas que aquele fake me trouxe, quem me fazia rir nas horas que lágrimas caiam de meu rosto ? Quem ? minha Lari *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt; Pensei o dia inteiro em  que escrever, e descobri que palavra nenhuma ia poder dizer um décimo do que realmente eu penso e sinto, então, Larissa eu te amo muito &lt;33&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232480076914487158-6147293261558459779?l=lieslonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lieslonely.blogspot.com/feeds/6147293261558459779/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lieslonely.blogspot.com/2009/03/parabens-larissa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232480076914487158/posts/default/6147293261558459779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232480076914487158/posts/default/6147293261558459779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lieslonely.blogspot.com/2009/03/parabens-larissa.html' title='Parabéns Larissa.'/><author><name>Letícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889491293800194369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4miQBNMA6g/SbrjBmSgVMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gpD5z1CE6bc/S220/-+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F4miQBNMA6g/ScBQTAFen2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/IMtC8KuO5w8/s72-c/170309113518-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232480076914487158.post-1551214379564566030</id><published>2009-03-14T18:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T12:54:38.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F4miQBNMA6g/Sbxb94D7AaI/AAAAAAAAABs/1mUuMww_mdg/s1600-h/ATgAAADzo3b8rF9PhdEQ-PBgHao2kjeu36-IHSpcfX7o-pUoGWHXB8t7G9imJqwRXqs2kukWn1BcCZ1lYVWW4B-pCaXDAJtU9VAdMPVIzOjXg6p7IP6q-2YcMpH-NQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F4miQBNMA6g/Sbxb94D7AaI/AAAAAAAAABs/1mUuMww_mdg/s320/ATgAAADzo3b8rF9PhdEQ-PBgHao2kjeu36-IHSpcfX7o-pUoGWHXB8t7G9imJqwRXqs2kukWn1BcCZ1lYVWW4B-pCaXDAJtU9VAdMPVIzOjXg6p7IP6q-2YcMpH-NQ.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313222778969325986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fake, uma palavra, uma segunda vida. Muita gente diz odiar o fake por ser um vicio que atrapalha sua verdadeira vida. Bom cabe a nós separarmos, duas vidas, uma real e outra virtual, até que ponto a vida virtual é realmente virtual ? Apesar de ser duas vidas, ambas andam juntas, mesmos sentimentos, mesmo humor, nada muda, apenas o fato de que você ao invéz de usar o toque precisa usar a imaginação, e aprender a conviver com a distancia, perceber que por mais distante que alguém está de você, ela sempre estara contigo, em seus pensamentos, fazendo parte de sua vida, não a virtual mais sim a real. Todos se dizem capazes de separar essas duas vidas, mais isso, eu acho que algo realmente impossivel, então não, isso não cabe a nós, isso é algo impossivel, pois ao sentir algo por outra pessoa (tanto no fake quando ta vida real) mexe com a gente, mexe com nosso coração; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;coração um músculo invonluntário, mais não estamos falando desse coração e sim do coração da alma, o coração que é capaz de sentir o amor, a paixão, todos esses sentimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, e temos apenas um desse coração, ou seja, sentimentos, reais ou virtuais se misturam e acabam se transformando em um só. Bem, por isso acho que as pessoas dizem " esse fake que não me deixa viver minha vida social, maldito vicio" Parar com um vício é algo difícil, porém não impossivel, quem diz isso seria capaz de deletar o fake, esquecer tudo que vivera até aquele momento e começar a ter a sua chamada "vida social" porém, não tem como esquecer tudo, esquecer as pessoas que conheceu, as amizades que resistiram ao tempo, as risadas que dera na frente do computador, não acho que você consiga esquecer tudo isso do dia para noite. &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/1232480076914487158-1551214379564566030?l=lieslonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lieslonely.blogspot.com/feeds/1551214379564566030/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lieslonely.blogspot.com/2009/03/fake.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232480076914487158/posts/default/1551214379564566030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232480076914487158/posts/default/1551214379564566030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lieslonely.blogspot.com/2009/03/fake.html' title='Fake.'/><author><name>Letícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889491293800194369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4miQBNMA6g/SbrjBmSgVMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gpD5z1CE6bc/S220/-+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F4miQBNMA6g/Sbxb94D7AaI/AAAAAAAAABs/1mUuMww_mdg/s72-c/ATgAAADzo3b8rF9PhdEQ-PBgHao2kjeu36-IHSpcfX7o-pUoGWHXB8t7G9imJqwRXqs2kukWn1BcCZ1lYVWW4B-pCaXDAJtU9VAdMPVIzOjXg6p7IP6q-2YcMpH-NQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232480076914487158.post-2892333307231564557</id><published>2009-03-14T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T16:42:22.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F4miQBNMA6g/SbwxuyPzmhI/AAAAAAAAABk/GDxbPbpD3Bc/s1600-h/ATgAAAA4oHP-PjDuf9mBl8BNAWmChrzwzJyc4qULhzY0F54bPlR2kGFrajdRAuGrfSsvw6O8od4o1glUu1y59k8eawRVAJtU9VCdVAd6r-9oiyT0r1frsMtm2AQt8Q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F4miQBNMA6g/SbwxuyPzmhI/AAAAAAAAABk/GDxbPbpD3Bc/s200/ATgAAAA4oHP-PjDuf9mBl8BNAWmChrzwzJyc4qULhzY0F54bPlR2kGFrajdRAuGrfSsvw6O8od4o1glUu1y59k8eawRVAJtU9VCdVAd6r-9oiyT0r1frsMtm2AQt8Q.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313176340222155282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um dia, normal como todos os outros, exeto pelo fato de que algo estava para acontecer, algo que a algum tempo você esperava, e ao se lembrar do que iria acontecer nesse dia um sorriso aparecia em teu rosto, seus olhos brilhavam. Mais claro, algo tinha que impedir, algo tinha que acontecer, e agora lá estava eu, com milhares de pessoas ao meu redor, porém, completamente sozinha, uma coisa não muito agradável, já que seus planos eram outros, outras pessoas, outros caminhos, mais enfim, a vida não passa de um teatro, e como toda boa peça acontecem imprevistos, nada é completamente perfeito, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; mesmo, e a um certo tempo ja havia notado isso. Acho que uma coisa que, como posso dizer, "machuca" é a espera, a esperança, seguida de uma decepção, se você não esperasse tanto de uma coisa talvez ao saber que algo dera errado você não ficaria tão magoada, pois não teria muito tempo para alimentar a esperança, e assim com a chegada da decepção você não se machuca tanto, afinal, não teve tempo suficiente para cultivar a esperança em si.&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/1232480076914487158-2892333307231564557?l=lieslonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lieslonely.blogspot.com/feeds/2892333307231564557/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lieslonely.blogspot.com/2009/03/mais-um-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232480076914487158/posts/default/2892333307231564557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232480076914487158/posts/default/2892333307231564557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lieslonely.blogspot.com/2009/03/mais-um-dia.html' title='Mais um dia'/><author><name>Letícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889491293800194369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4miQBNMA6g/SbrjBmSgVMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gpD5z1CE6bc/S220/-+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F4miQBNMA6g/SbwxuyPzmhI/AAAAAAAAABk/GDxbPbpD3Bc/s72-c/ATgAAAA4oHP-PjDuf9mBl8BNAWmChrzwzJyc4qULhzY0F54bPlR2kGFrajdRAuGrfSsvw6O8od4o1glUu1y59k8eawRVAJtU9VCdVAd6r-9oiyT0r1frsMtm2AQt8Q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232480076914487158.post-5503504864370265388</id><published>2009-03-13T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T12:55:05.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4miQBNMA6g/ScRGqNkLCdI/AAAAAAAAACs/1SZbDqhlTTs/s1600-h/-+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4miQBNMA6g/ScRGqNkLCdI/AAAAAAAAACs/1SZbDqhlTTs/s320/-+089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315451151213857234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Bem vindos, vou usar esse blog pra desabar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, contar um pouco sobre minha vida, acontecimentos essas coisas. Meus textos não serão os melhores, mais acho que isso se aprimora com o tempo né povo ? (:&lt;br /&gt;Como eu me conheço eu sei que isso não vai ser um vicio como várias outras coisas, mais eu tentarei postar  sempre.  Bom acho que é só, beijos nindos :*&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/1232480076914487158-5503504864370265388?l=lieslonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lieslonely.blogspot.com/feeds/5503504864370265388/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lieslonely.blogspot.com/2009/03/welcome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232480076914487158/posts/default/5503504864370265388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232480076914487158/posts/default/5503504864370265388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lieslonely.blogspot.com/2009/03/welcome.html' title='Welcome.'/><author><name>Letícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889491293800194369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4miQBNMA6g/SbrjBmSgVMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gpD5z1CE6bc/S220/-+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4miQBNMA6g/ScRGqNkLCdI/AAAAAAAAACs/1SZbDqhlTTs/s72-c/-+089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
