<?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-5235428133173004185</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:14:32.081-03:00</updated><category term='Veêh'/><category term='Nathy'/><category term='Fani'/><title type='text'>Três Silêncios</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tressilencios.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5235428133173004185/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tressilencios.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fani, Nathy e Veveh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08614442162670978624</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/_zpjAoN3JECY/SikdST1OD3I/AAAAAAAAABA/PdSVsY5WdS8/S220/images.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5235428133173004185.post-7899394825881934557</id><published>2009-06-14T13:16:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T13:24:52.744-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fani'/><title type='text'>Magia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpjAoN3JECY/SjUi0KgBbxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/INDk6O5YAkg/s1600-h/Imagem51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpjAoN3JECY/SjUi0KgBbxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/INDk6O5YAkg/s320/Imagem51.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347218412139540242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Trebuchet;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(102, 0, 0);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Você só pode entrar no perfume,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(102, 0, 0);  font-family:Trebuchet;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;na fragrância&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:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;que é o cheiro da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;rosa,&lt;/span&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:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;se você for pequenino...&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:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Ou se descobrir a infância,&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:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;mesmo sendo avô, avó.&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:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;rosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; é encantada:&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:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;só se abre pra quem sabe&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:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;que sempre é tempo de fada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Sylvia Orthof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;By: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://faniinha.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Fani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/5235428133173004185-7899394825881934557?l=tressilencios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tressilencios.blogspot.com/feeds/7899394825881934557/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tressilencios.blogspot.com/2009/06/magia.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5235428133173004185/posts/default/7899394825881934557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5235428133173004185/posts/default/7899394825881934557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tressilencios.blogspot.com/2009/06/magia.html' title='Magia'/><author><name>Fani, Nathy e Veveh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08614442162670978624</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/_zpjAoN3JECY/SikdST1OD3I/AAAAAAAAABA/PdSVsY5WdS8/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpjAoN3JECY/SjUi0KgBbxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/INDk6O5YAkg/s72-c/Imagem51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5235428133173004185.post-3388950794209017500</id><published>2009-06-13T19:53:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T13:25:06.601-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nathy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpjAoN3JECY/SjQwC_V3OHI/AAAAAAAAACI/qZ1HM-kbknc/s1600-h/babadunooovu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpjAoN3JECY/SjQwC_V3OHI/AAAAAAAAACI/qZ1HM-kbknc/s320/babadunooovu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346951485516626034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ontem ?! pois é née gente ! ontem foi o diia dos N a m o r a d o s' eu não passei com o meu não [/ nem tenhuu , aliás tenhu um menino qê fico com ele há algum tempinhoo , mais não somos namorados ! Ontem deve ter sido um dia muitoo feliz pra quem tem seu companheiro(a) , euu qeria estar namorando , mais por outro lado não qeria não , as vezes penso qê soó ficando está bom de maiis .&lt;br /&gt;Namorar é coisa séria não e apenas flar qê eeta namorando e sair chifrando o menino(a) , achu ki se é pra aser namoro tem qê se ter respeito ! pra qê dizer te amo sendo qê na verdade não ama !? [/FikaDika ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bÿ: :Nathy // &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5235428133173004185-3388950794209017500?l=tressilencios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tressilencios.blogspot.com/feeds/3388950794209017500/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tressilencios.blogspot.com/2009/06/ontem-pois-e-nee-gente-ontem-foi-o-diia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5235428133173004185/posts/default/3388950794209017500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5235428133173004185/posts/default/3388950794209017500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tressilencios.blogspot.com/2009/06/ontem-pois-e-nee-gente-ontem-foi-o-diia.html' title=''/><author><name>Fani, Nathy e Veveh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08614442162670978624</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/_zpjAoN3JECY/SikdST1OD3I/AAAAAAAAABA/PdSVsY5WdS8/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpjAoN3JECY/SjQwC_V3OHI/AAAAAAAAACI/qZ1HM-kbknc/s72-c/babadunooovu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5235428133173004185.post-4953298686979425796</id><published>2009-06-10T17:48:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T13:25:21.926-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nathy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpjAoN3JECY/SjAdlV5z7BI/AAAAAAAAACA/hFiDeYn3PA4/s1600-h/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpjAoN3JECY/SjAdlV5z7BI/AAAAAAAAACA/hFiDeYn3PA4/s320/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345805285060766738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu me lembro bem a primeira vez em que eu te vi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Não dá pra esquecer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; O sol brilhando ali, vi você sorrindo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sem imaginar que eu te percebi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; São momentos inesquecíveis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; O mundo pára e nasce um grande amor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu e você&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu vou até o fim por causa desse amor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Você me fez entender&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Que não há medo pra nós dois&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Enfrento o que vier, qualquer situação&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Com você não há limites&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tantas provações tivemos que passar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Mas o nosso amor conseguiu vencer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Valeu a pena cada experiência&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Crescemos juntos, nada foi em vão&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu e você&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A nossa história não acaba aqui&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; São tantos sonhos pra realizar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Nathy //&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/5235428133173004185-4953298686979425796?l=tressilencios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tressilencios.blogspot.com/feeds/4953298686979425796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tressilencios.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-me-lembro-bem-primeira-vez-em-que-eu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5235428133173004185/posts/default/4953298686979425796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5235428133173004185/posts/default/4953298686979425796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tressilencios.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-me-lembro-bem-primeira-vez-em-que-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Fani, Nathy e Veveh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08614442162670978624</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/_zpjAoN3JECY/SikdST1OD3I/AAAAAAAAABA/PdSVsY5WdS8/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpjAoN3JECY/SjAdlV5z7BI/AAAAAAAAACA/hFiDeYn3PA4/s72-c/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5235428133173004185.post-1988275383094047996</id><published>2009-06-09T20:27:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T13:25:40.496-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Veêh'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpjAoN3JECY/Si7xIwPw4PI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Vr1leGDy-Ys/s1600-h/percorrendo+o+caminho+da+vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345474940427624690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpjAoN3JECY/Si7xIwPw4PI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Vr1leGDy-Ys/s320/percorrendo+o+caminho+da+vida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como uma boa esquisita, enquanto os meus amigos acharam mais divertido esquecer as responsabilidades, eu antecipei a minha e hoje tenho mais tempo para aproveitar as respostas que minhas boas atitudes trouxeram. enquanto uns me ensinavam a não se entregar por completa, a ser mais firme, mais rigida, mais fria, eu quebrei todas as regras e amei incondicionalmente, entreguei meus sentimentos e meus sonhos a aquilo que chamei de eterno, caí os piores tombos, ouvi das mais exageradas mentiras, presenciei os grandes e pequenos momentos ao lado, aproveitei aqueles segundos bons de &lt;strong&gt;silêncio&lt;/strong&gt;, aguentei as piores coisas e me vi tão infeliz quanto qualquer um, por mais proximo que estivesse, pudesse imaginar. e enquanto todos se surpreenderam com as descobertas incriveis, com as grandes tecnologias, com os curiosos cérebros artificiais, eu estava ali, extremamente ocupada, me perguntando o por quê a cor "vermelha" não se chama "amarela", ou o motivo do "lagarto" não ser chamado de "porta", querendo saber os segredos dos sonhos, o que eles significam, o que &lt;strong&gt;REALMENTE&lt;/strong&gt; é sonho, o que é objetivo, o que é determinação, o que é coragem, o que é fé. e, principalmente, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;quem eu sou&lt;/span&gt;. me preocupei com coisas que são consideradas inuteis. deixar de passar o dia com uma maquina superpoderosa e ir passear com seu amigo na rua, hoje em dia é perder tempo.eu me convenci de que andei na contra-mão durante todo esse tempo, mas não me vejo errada por isso. acho que todos deveriam fazer o mesmo. não seguir o mesmo caminho que segui, apenas parar de ir atrás das marcas de passos de outros, criar seu próprio rumo, buscar seu próprio ponto de chegada e ir, certo de que deve prestar atenção no trajeto, mas convencido de que se você se der mal, você vai saber o caminho para retornar.e o simples ato de ter escolhido o caminho que quase ninguém quis escolher,fez toda a diferença!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By:&lt;strong&gt; Veêh&lt;/strong&gt; ;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;D&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/5235428133173004185-1988275383094047996?l=tressilencios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tressilencios.blogspot.com/feeds/1988275383094047996/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tressilencios.blogspot.com/2009/06/como-uma-boa-esquisita-enquanto-os-meus.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5235428133173004185/posts/default/1988275383094047996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5235428133173004185/posts/default/1988275383094047996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tressilencios.blogspot.com/2009/06/como-uma-boa-esquisita-enquanto-os-meus.html' title=''/><author><name>Fani, Nathy e Veveh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08614442162670978624</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/_zpjAoN3JECY/SikdST1OD3I/AAAAAAAAABA/PdSVsY5WdS8/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpjAoN3JECY/Si7xIwPw4PI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Vr1leGDy-Ys/s72-c/percorrendo+o+caminho+da+vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5235428133173004185.post-6585446177094545043</id><published>2009-06-08T19:25:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T13:25:50.496-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nathy'/><title type='text'>Você ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpjAoN3JECY/Si2RioJNFnI/AAAAAAAAABw/ACvoz9bjXw0/s1600-h/babadunooovu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpjAoN3JECY/Si2RioJNFnI/AAAAAAAAABw/ACvoz9bjXw0/s320/babadunooovu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345088356836251250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;Não vou&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; viver&lt;/span&gt; como alguem que só espera um &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;grande amor&lt;/span&gt;' Essa era a frase dita por nós !&lt;br /&gt;Quero que você se lembre do nosso primeiro &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;beijo&lt;/span&gt; como se fosse o último .&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe como ninguém &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Renan Maki&lt;/span&gt; que eu &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TE AMO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; muito ' não sei qual vai ser a sua &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;decisão&lt;/span&gt; =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Promessas&lt;/span&gt; que me fiz e que ainda não &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;cumpri&lt;/span&gt; , promessas me aguardam o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tempo exato&lt;/span&gt; pra &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;falar&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By: Nathy //&lt;/span&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/5235428133173004185-6585446177094545043?l=tressilencios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tressilencios.blogspot.com/feeds/6585446177094545043/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tressilencios.blogspot.com/2009/06/voce.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5235428133173004185/posts/default/6585446177094545043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5235428133173004185/posts/default/6585446177094545043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tressilencios.blogspot.com/2009/06/voce.html' title='Você ♥'/><author><name>Fani, Nathy e Veveh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08614442162670978624</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/_zpjAoN3JECY/SikdST1OD3I/AAAAAAAAABA/PdSVsY5WdS8/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpjAoN3JECY/Si2RioJNFnI/AAAAAAAAABw/ACvoz9bjXw0/s72-c/babadunooovu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5235428133173004185.post-5331028132963236080</id><published>2009-06-07T16:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T13:26:02.987-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fani'/><title type='text'>"Meninas" mulher....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pensei em uma mensagem para hoje que fosse a cara de nós três (nathy, veveh e eu)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Essa mensagem postei no dia: &lt;a href="http://faniinha.blogspot.com/2008/06/faninha-menina-mulher.html"&gt;17 de junho de 2008&lt;/a&gt;.. a quase um ano, no meu blog pessoal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Menina mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, já dizia o Poeta: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;todas as mulheres deviam ser meninas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;Mulher menina, &lt;u&gt;mistura perfeita para ser desejada&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mulher, postura firme, imponente, mas o melhor mesmo, é quando nas horas certas, se deixa, se permite, sentir a menina que tem dentro de você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mulher desejada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, amada, se protege, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;difícil de entender&lt;/span&gt;, mas sabe que deixa um doido, quando menina se permite ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Menina mulher, nas suas mãos, homens pensamos ser, mas na verdade, garotos somos, &lt;u&gt;frágeis&lt;/u&gt;, impulsivos ao poder, que tanto nos faz enlouquecer. Enlouquecer de amor, de fazer e jamais cansar de querer. Depois de muitas travessuras, um merecido descanso as voltas dos meu braços, menina volta a ser, e me permite pensar que tive o poder de fazer você se sentir mulher!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(autor desconhecido, mas concerteza um homem qu econheceu uma menina com atitudes de uma mulher)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Nathy e Veveh:&lt;/u&gt; postagem especial para vocês, duas "menina mulher"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;duas meninas que quando precisam sabem agir como mulheres, mulher "adulta"???&lt;br /&gt;Não, apenas menina mulher!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by: &lt;a href="http://faniinha.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &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/5235428133173004185-5331028132963236080?l=tressilencios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tressilencios.blogspot.com/feeds/5331028132963236080/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tressilencios.blogspot.com/2009/06/meninas-mulher_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5235428133173004185/posts/default/5331028132963236080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5235428133173004185/posts/default/5331028132963236080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tressilencios.blogspot.com/2009/06/meninas-mulher_07.html' title='&quot;Meninas&quot; mulher....'/><author><name>Fani, Nathy e Veveh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08614442162670978624</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/_zpjAoN3JECY/SikdST1OD3I/AAAAAAAAABA/PdSVsY5WdS8/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5235428133173004185.post-4426722376893804984</id><published>2009-06-05T11:36:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T13:26:12.532-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Veêh'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpjAoN3JECY/SikvDfhdzPI/AAAAAAAAABo/vkrmD5sR7wg/s1600-h/mae+e+filha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpjAoN3JECY/SikvDfhdzPI/AAAAAAAAABo/vkrmD5sR7wg/s320/mae+e+filha.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343854169899781362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pequena grande mulher&lt;/strong&gt;, veio ao meu mundo de uma forma tão engraçada (engraçada em partes claro), lembro-me muito bem dos primeiros comentários trocados, das palavras de minha parte forjadas ser cultas, e do medo de ambas, mas como tudo que é verdadeiro, tem seu momento para ser tornado intenso, com nossa amizade não foi diferente, é pouco tempo de convivência diária ( sim diária, pois estás presente em meus momentos, passos, sejam para onde eu for), mas tudo veio em seu exato momento, e é algo que já não vejo mas fora de minha rotina .. é fundamental para mim a tua ajuda, pois não vem de uma mão qualquer, vem de mãos sábias que já passaram pela mesma situação, e mesmo que não, sempre tens algo a dizer, ou até mesmo em silêncio, sabe confortar meu coração, me faz rir e enxergar as coisas de outra maneira ! Não sei se algum dia saberei retribuir a altura o mesmo, mas saiba que me esforço para isso, e não se esqueça, teu sorriso é meu também, o que puder fazer para vê-lo em teu rosto, saiba que tentarei .. tens a mim sempre que precisar ! Agradeço por vim assim, com toda essa paciência, sinceridade, palavras confortáveis, sentimentos valiosos, o toque de doçura, o abraço confortável ( irá entender), confiança, é recíproco saiba disso ! O amor em si, encontro uma parte em ti, teu caráter, e amizade .. &lt;strong&gt;serás viva, bem viva, em mim ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- By: Veêh'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5235428133173004185-4426722376893804984?l=tressilencios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tressilencios.blogspot.com/feeds/4426722376893804984/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tressilencios.blogspot.com/2009/06/pequena-grande-mulher-veio-ao-meu-mundo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5235428133173004185/posts/default/4426722376893804984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5235428133173004185/posts/default/4426722376893804984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tressilencios.blogspot.com/2009/06/pequena-grande-mulher-veio-ao-meu-mundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Fani, Nathy e Veveh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08614442162670978624</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/_zpjAoN3JECY/SikdST1OD3I/AAAAAAAAABA/PdSVsY5WdS8/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpjAoN3JECY/SikvDfhdzPI/AAAAAAAAABo/vkrmD5sR7wg/s72-c/mae+e+filha.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5235428133173004185.post-1160577559229990885</id><published>2009-06-04T18:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T13:26:23.778-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nathy'/><title type='text'>Ainda sintoo aqela saudade'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpjAoN3JECY/SihA9kEP0ZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/YFAmOpsNmRw/s1600-h/27690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpjAoN3JECY/SihA9kEP0ZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/YFAmOpsNmRw/s320/27690.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343592384272781714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nem sei &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;porque&lt;/span&gt; você se foi. Quantas saudades eu senti. E de tristeza vou viver. E aquele adeus não pude dar. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você marcou em minha vida&lt;/span&gt;. Viveu, morreu na minha história. Chego a ter medo do futuro. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E da solidão que em minha porta bate&lt;/span&gt;. E eu,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gostava tanto de você&lt;/span&gt;.Eu corro, fujo dessa sombra. Em sonho vejo este passado. E na parede do meu quarto. Ainda está o seu&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; retrato&lt;/span&gt;. Não quero ver pra não lembrar. Pensei até em me mudar. Lugar qualquer que não exista. O &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pensamento&lt;/span&gt; em você...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saudades Eternas, Amor Incondicional&lt;/span&gt;, por toda minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By: Nathy //&lt;/span&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/5235428133173004185-1160577559229990885?l=tressilencios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tressilencios.blogspot.com/feeds/1160577559229990885/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tressilencios.blogspot.com/2009/06/ainda-sintoo-aqela-saudade_04.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5235428133173004185/posts/default/1160577559229990885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5235428133173004185/posts/default/1160577559229990885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tressilencios.blogspot.com/2009/06/ainda-sintoo-aqela-saudade_04.html' title='Ainda sintoo aqela saudade&apos;'/><author><name>Fani, Nathy e Veveh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08614442162670978624</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/_zpjAoN3JECY/SikdST1OD3I/AAAAAAAAABA/PdSVsY5WdS8/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpjAoN3JECY/SihA9kEP0ZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/YFAmOpsNmRw/s72-c/27690.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5235428133173004185.post-7192895651815860299</id><published>2009-06-03T20:15:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T13:26:33.537-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Veêh'/><title type='text'>Você já foi feliz hoje?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpjAoN3JECY/SicEwAhP2sI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pwLYsC13mtM/s1600-h/virtudes-do-sorriso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpjAoN3JECY/SicEwAhP2sI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pwLYsC13mtM/s320/virtudes-do-sorriso.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343244705718065858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Os sorrisos foram tomados e todos preferiram acreditar que a fada pegou os dentes no meio da noite. é papai noel, coelho da páscoa, monstros do armário,&lt;i&gt; amor eterno&lt;/i&gt;, fada madrinha, animais falantes. desde crianças preferimos passar direto pela realidade, sempre nos apoiando em nossa imaginação, sempre buscando forças em tudo que aprendemos sobre lugares mágicos. mas e se o mundo acabasse agora, você já fez sua realidade valer a pena? já beijos todas as bocas que gostaria de beijar, já deu todos os abraços que gostaria de dar, já falou todos os '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eu te amo&lt;/span&gt;' que estão entalados na garganta, já pediu todas as desculpas que acha necessário pedir? já apertou todas as mãos, cheirou todos os perfumes, deu todas as risadas, conheceu todos os lugares, presenciou todos os fatos, fez todas as caridades que quer fazer, cometeu todos os erros, levantou de todos os tombos, supriu todas as faltas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt; e se o &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mundo acabasse amanhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Você já foi feliz hoje?&lt;/b&gt; (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Veêh '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5235428133173004185-7192895651815860299?l=tressilencios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tressilencios.blogspot.com/feeds/7192895651815860299/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tressilencios.blogspot.com/2009/06/voce-ja-foi-feliz-hoje.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5235428133173004185/posts/default/7192895651815860299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5235428133173004185/posts/default/7192895651815860299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tressilencios.blogspot.com/2009/06/voce-ja-foi-feliz-hoje.html' title='Você já foi feliz hoje?'/><author><name>Fani, Nathy e Veveh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08614442162670978624</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/_zpjAoN3JECY/SikdST1OD3I/AAAAAAAAABA/PdSVsY5WdS8/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpjAoN3JECY/SicEwAhP2sI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pwLYsC13mtM/s72-c/virtudes-do-sorriso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5235428133173004185.post-1384787819655298623</id><published>2009-06-02T19:04:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T13:26:45.985-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nathy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpjAoN3JECY/SiWif6iuMMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/R7bua-i7LRE/s1600-h/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpjAoN3JECY/SiWif6iuMMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/R7bua-i7LRE/s320/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342855202119495874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mesmo sem você&lt;br /&gt;As estrelas vão brilhar,&lt;br /&gt;A lua vai aparecer&lt;br /&gt;O sol vai nascer&lt;br /&gt;O mundo não vai parar de girar&lt;br /&gt;Os sonhos não vão deixar de existir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vou ter que viver&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vou ter que sonhar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vou ter que crescer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amar todos amam, sofrer todos sofrer !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A culpa nao é nossa se te amamos '&lt;br /&gt;Sentimento é involuntario ele não te obedeci, ja percebeu ?!&lt;br /&gt;Pois é !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não tenha medo de amar, tenha medo do amor que você esta amando !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: Nathy //&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/5235428133173004185-1384787819655298623?l=tressilencios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tressilencios.blogspot.com/feeds/1384787819655298623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tressilencios.blogspot.com/2009/06/mesmo-sem-voce-as-estrelas-vao-brilhar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5235428133173004185/posts/default/1384787819655298623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5235428133173004185/posts/default/1384787819655298623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tressilencios.blogspot.com/2009/06/mesmo-sem-voce-as-estrelas-vao-brilhar.html' title=''/><author><name>Fani, Nathy e Veveh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08614442162670978624</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/_zpjAoN3JECY/SikdST1OD3I/AAAAAAAAABA/PdSVsY5WdS8/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpjAoN3JECY/SiWif6iuMMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/R7bua-i7LRE/s72-c/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5235428133173004185.post-5444719703676172965</id><published>2009-06-01T17:52:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T13:27:25.383-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Veêh'/><title type='text'>Quanto tempo dura o "Tempo"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpjAoN3JECY/SiR4x7Xf_-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/COKhkY79Nak/s1600-h/Silencio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpjAoN3JECY/SiR4x7Xf_-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/COKhkY79Nak/s320/Silencio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342527857113432034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;  &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;  &lt;/h3&gt;Sempre odiei a frase &lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o tempo resolve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;, não sei se pela minha impaciência de &lt;i&gt;“querer resolver tudo já”&lt;/i&gt; ou se pela falsidade que essa frase representa.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre esperei, mas nunca esqueci os fatos que me fizeram chorar. O tempo me ajudou apenas a &lt;i&gt;não pensar tanto naquilo&lt;/i&gt;, mas jamais apagou de dentro de mim e muito menos &lt;i&gt;resolveu&lt;/i&gt; o assunto.&lt;br /&gt;E outra… quanto tempo alguém precisa pra aprender a fazer as coisas certas, sem machucar ninguém? Quanto tempo as pessoas precisam pra se convencer dos próprios erros e pedir desculpas, se arrepender? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ninguém sabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade, acho que meu real problema com essa frase é que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TEMPO&lt;/span&gt; pode significar “&lt;u&gt;um milésimo&lt;/u&gt;” ou “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;uma vida inteira&lt;/span&gt;“…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By: Veêh //&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5235428133173004185-5444719703676172965?l=tressilencios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tressilencios.blogspot.com/feeds/5444719703676172965/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tressilencios.blogspot.com/2009/06/quanto-tempo-dura-o-tempo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5235428133173004185/posts/default/5444719703676172965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5235428133173004185/posts/default/5444719703676172965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tressilencios.blogspot.com/2009/06/quanto-tempo-dura-o-tempo.html' title='Quanto tempo dura o &quot;Tempo&quot;?'/><author><name>Fani, Nathy e Veveh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08614442162670978624</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/_zpjAoN3JECY/SikdST1OD3I/AAAAAAAAABA/PdSVsY5WdS8/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpjAoN3JECY/SiR4x7Xf_-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/COKhkY79Nak/s72-c/Silencio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
