<?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-4193223944088102172</id><updated>2012-02-14T19:17:00.799-02:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j5JIFtWwink/Tl4AYZmy8uI/AAAAAAAAACs/54Q6TgREtrk/s220/gggb1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193223944088102172.post-3651623290008608434</id><published>2012-02-13T19:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T19:58:34.351-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Um sonho acumulado.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hh-mhEUABmM/TzmHe_fcZ6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/2Vtrk5K1ynQ/s1600/meigui.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hh-mhEUABmM/TzmHe_fcZ6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/2Vtrk5K1ynQ/s1600/meigui.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que mundo cruel era o de Rafael, tudo o que ele queria era ser ela, mas o destino não quis assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Certa vez, Rafael se imaginou com elas, isso foi um tanto anormal pra ele, Rafael gostava mesmo era deles. Elas iam ao delírio por Rafael, uma delas quis levá-lo pro motel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Rafael tinha medo de se tornar uma aberração, porém nunca quis que seus sonhos fossem em vão. A cada noite ele sonhava estar ao lado de Pedro, mas Pedro gostava delas e não gostava nem um pouco deles. Era assim a vida de Rafael, um amor impossível e mais um sonho acumulado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Um dia resolvi perguntar o porquê de sua felicidade, ele me disse que só bastava um olhar de Pedro e tudo estava bem, mesmo que quase sempre seu olhar era de desprezo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Rafael nunca deixou de querer ser Rafaela, e Pedro nunca deixou de comer elas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193223944088102172-3651623290008608434?l=myheartmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/feeds/3651623290008608434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2012/02/um-sonho-acumulado_13.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/3651623290008608434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/3651623290008608434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2012/02/um-sonho-acumulado_13.html' title='Um sonho acumulado.'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j5JIFtWwink/Tl4AYZmy8uI/AAAAAAAAACs/54Q6TgREtrk/s220/gggb1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hh-mhEUABmM/TzmHe_fcZ6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/2Vtrk5K1ynQ/s72-c/meigui.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193223944088102172.post-9201602477246240153</id><published>2012-01-29T18:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:11:54.282-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/20863305/tumblr_lpyychkWOA1qdhqi4o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/20863305/tumblr_lpyychkWOA1qdhqi4o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu achei que iria passar ou que acabaria esquecendo com o tempo, que tudo voltaria ao normal. Mas ainda existe algo aqui que me diz pra não desistir de ti, que coisa tola não acha? Esse sentimento denominado “amor” é um tanto doloroso, principalmente quando não é correspondido, cansei de ficar jogando palavras e elas serem levadas com o vento ou simplesmente esquecidas com o tempo. Seu sorriso é fonte de minha alegria, sua face é a mais encantadora que alguém poderia ver&amp;nbsp; ... aos meus olhos você é a perfeição. Seus defeitos se tornaram pequenas qualidades e sua voz....ah sua voz , essa sim é uma ótima melodia. - Gabriela Andrade&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/4193223944088102172-9201602477246240153?l=myheartmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/feeds/9201602477246240153/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2012/01/eu-achei-que-iria-passar-ou-que.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/9201602477246240153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/9201602477246240153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2012/01/eu-achei-que-iria-passar-ou-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j5JIFtWwink/Tl4AYZmy8uI/AAAAAAAAACs/54Q6TgREtrk/s220/gggb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193223944088102172.post-8812136761862016602</id><published>2012-01-14T15:55:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T18:01:55.019-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Duas meninas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DQ9IVnS69_k/TxHBdtmOalI/AAAAAAAAADw/1w8B03gdK4M/s1600/DSF.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DQ9IVnS69_k/TxHBdtmOalI/AAAAAAAAADw/1w8B03gdK4M/s320/DSF.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eram duas meninas, uma tinha cabelos negros e a outra cor castanhos, uma gostava de Blues a outra gostava de Rock and Roll, uma amava sair e se divertir, já a outra preferia escrever ... eram muitas diferenças , diferenças muito estúpidas e detalhosas , porém em grande quantidades. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Lembro-me que um dia uma delas me disse que talvez nunca falasse com a outra – a de cabelos castanhos – ela tinha tanta atitude pra uma garota de 16 anos – pensei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A de cabelos negros não sabia da existência da outra, a de cabelos castanhos não se importava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Certa noite, naquela rua muito movimentada, reparei&amp;nbsp; que as duas estavam juntas e estavam sorrindo, mas como poderiam estar juntas se as duas diziam que ambas eram indiferente pra elas ? – me pergunto até hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Naquela mesma noite eu avistei algo muito mais além do que vagas risadas, um beijo&amp;nbsp; -não foi exatamente um beijo, pois beijos não duram 5 segundos , ou duram? – a principio achei extremamente estranho. Como duas meninas totalmente diferentes poderiam se beijar em uma noite tão linda? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O fato é que o tempo passou e lá naquela mesma rua todos os sábados a noite elas se encontravam. Passaram-se exatos 2 anos, até que algo pudesse impedi-las de serem felizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Em uma noite de sábado – as 8:47, exatamente a mesma hora que tudo começou- a menina de cabelos castanhos estava sentada naquele banco perto de uma arvore – cadê a menina de cabelos negros?- fiquei um pouco confusa ao perceber que ela não estava lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Algumas pessoas disseram –me que a de cabelos negros havia sofrido um grave acidente , mas eu nunca acreditei. A verdadeira historia foi que a menina de cabelos negros foi vitima de uma seria depressão se sentiu insegura, se sentiu frágil para continuar... ela estava com medo de não saber amar, e acabou se matando com medo de ver seu grande amor sofrer – que nesse caso é a menina de cabelos castanhos- mas ela acabou criando o próprio sofrimento de sua amada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Fazem exatos 6 anos, hoje a menina de cabelos castanhos esta com 24 anos. E até hoje, - as 8:47 da noite- me deparo com ela naquela velha rua movimentada, acho que nunca irei ver prova de amor maior ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Gabriela Andrade&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/4193223944088102172-8812136761862016602?l=myheartmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/feeds/8812136761862016602/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2012/01/duas-meninas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/8812136761862016602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/8812136761862016602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2012/01/duas-meninas.html' title='Duas meninas.'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j5JIFtWwink/Tl4AYZmy8uI/AAAAAAAAACs/54Q6TgREtrk/s220/gggb1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DQ9IVnS69_k/TxHBdtmOalI/AAAAAAAAADw/1w8B03gdK4M/s72-c/DSF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193223944088102172.post-5764561940220285580</id><published>2011-12-12T19:47:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T19:48:59.923-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/18846421/tumblr_lnmd032haK1qjnuxw_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/18846421/tumblr_lnmd032haK1qjnuxw_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;No mar da irrealidade me encontro sem saber pra onde ir, sussurros e berros me deixam acordada para a imensidão que lá se habita. Não sinto nada, só vejo tudo... Flores me deixam sentir o seu perfume, mas elas são más, me abandonam logo em seguida, como se quisessem me largar lá e nunca mais me fazer voltar. Isso tudo é indiferente pra mim. Mostram-me sua beleza, estonteiam-me da forma mais avassaladora que possa haver, até que decidem deixar tudo para trás, como se o que se vivenciou fosse apenas mais um dia ensolarado que as nuvens pretas apagariam facilmente com a chuva. Duendes não estão mais no fim do arco-íris, a única coisa que vejo são as sete cores, e nada mais. Tudo tão diferente do normal, tudo tão obscuro e perfeitamente imperfeito! Aliás, as cores que costumavam ser tão vivas, agora estão desbotadas, se ficarem acinzentadas até sumirem, não me assustarei. Sem contar que o dinheiro que os duendes sumidos guardavam não tem mais graça, as moedas de ouro parecem pó, não são agradáveis aos olhos, já que, para que você quer as moedas sem a graça de dizer aos donos carrancudos que chegou ali e merecia tê-lo? Apenas pegá-lo é como se a mágica houvesse fugido. – Gabriela Andrade e Tainá Andrade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193223944088102172-5764561940220285580?l=myheartmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/feeds/5764561940220285580/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-mar-da-irrealidade-me-encontro-sem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/5764561940220285580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/5764561940220285580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-mar-da-irrealidade-me-encontro-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j5JIFtWwink/Tl4AYZmy8uI/AAAAAAAAACs/54Q6TgREtrk/s220/gggb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193223944088102172.post-632153811936591832</id><published>2011-11-09T14:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T14:07:39.861-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ACZqFdxZSIM/Trqk7_bOmFI/AAAAAAAAADo/ZHI0wXbUM_c/s1600/asdasd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ACZqFdxZSIM/Trqk7_bOmFI/AAAAAAAAADo/ZHI0wXbUM_c/s320/asdasd.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;E foi quando eu percebi que não adiantava me calar e chorar por alguns instantes, foi aquele pequeno detalhe que me fez sorrir. E hoje quando estou triste, me deparo lembrando-se desse dia e de quanto eu daria tudo pra voltar atrás, mas essas lembranças me fazem rir de mim mesma. Acho isso bom, sorrir é algo tão difícil, sim difícil, pois nem todos os sorrisos são verdadeiros... e devemos procurar algo que possa servir como inspiração para algo tão mágico que é o sorriso.Nunca deixe de fazer isso, mesmo se não haver motivos sorria, creio eu que é bem menos cansativo e bem melhor, você fica até mais bonito sorrindo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193223944088102172-632153811936591832?l=myheartmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/feeds/632153811936591832/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/11/reflita.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/632153811936591832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/632153811936591832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/11/reflita.html' title='Reflita'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j5JIFtWwink/Tl4AYZmy8uI/AAAAAAAAACs/54Q6TgREtrk/s220/gggb1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ACZqFdxZSIM/Trqk7_bOmFI/AAAAAAAAADo/ZHI0wXbUM_c/s72-c/asdasd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193223944088102172.post-1550974895609156365</id><published>2011-10-07T13:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T13:08:55.500-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DcgJBCl4KOY/TP5g-zhfOdI/AAAAAAAAAJY/AHdMHlbFank/s1600/nostalgia-palhaco-48971.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DcgJBCl4KOY/TP5g-zhfOdI/AAAAAAAAAJY/AHdMHlbFank/s400/nostalgia-palhaco-48971.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;Nossa! O tempo passou tão rápido, levou meus velhos sonhos e me deixou uma velha amiga, a nostalgia sabe lá, acho que ela gostou de conviver comigo. A cada segundo, a cada minuto me sinto mais e mais nostálgica, será isso bom ou ruim futuramente?Ha!, relaxa Gabriela, o futuro a Deus pertence. Essa nostalgia vem de uma hora pra outra... oras, por que fazes isso comigo? O ruim que o resultado nunca é bom, repetidamente ela me abraça, e a maior parte do inverno ou primavera ela passa comigo, costuma me deixar cansada, mas nada melhor do que sorrir um pouco pra aliviar a tensão ... Lembro das folhas caindo no outono e na primavera, fico nostálgica por isso, vais saber, né? Muitas vezes eu costumo escutar uma melodia que me acalma, e na brisa do vento ao entardecer a nostalgia aparece novamente e consigo traz um companheiro, bastante conhecido por mim...o medo, de como será o meu amanhecer ou quem sabe futuramente o meu novo entardecer. – Gabriela Andrade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193223944088102172-1550974895609156365?l=myheartmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/feeds/1550974895609156365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/10/nostalgia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/1550974895609156365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/1550974895609156365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/10/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j5JIFtWwink/Tl4AYZmy8uI/AAAAAAAAACs/54Q6TgREtrk/s220/gggb1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DcgJBCl4KOY/TP5g-zhfOdI/AAAAAAAAAJY/AHdMHlbFank/s72-c/nostalgia-palhaco-48971.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193223944088102172.post-8225669022127222453</id><published>2011-10-06T18:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T18:01:14.367-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Carta aos bons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwTJ_Aouags/TH2Y0lkF4kI/AAAAAAAABIQ/se68TGv66HU/s1600/tumblr_l2g98dGjH61qa3i82o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwTJ_Aouags/TH2Y0lkF4kI/AAAAAAAABIQ/se68TGv66HU/s320/tumblr_l2g98dGjH61qa3i82o1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;Eu errei... Mas estou ciente disso, eu prometi que nada poderia nos afastar, e eu estava errada. Desculpe-me por isso, eu não sabia que isso poderia doer tanto, eu não sabia que eu te deixaria tão vazia sem a minha presença. E agora eu sei o que é viver sem você por alguns meses, eu me arrependo de tudo o que eu fiz, ou deixe de fazer por você. Perdoe-me por ser essa pessoa fria que eu sou, mas é que as vezes nem eu sei quem eu sou, e por isso me mantenho distante de ti, já que não quero deixá-la mais triste que o normal...mas acho que o clima esta mudando, esta voltando a ser como antes ou apenas parecido. Só quero que saiba que o meu sentimento por você nunca acabou ou diminuiu, pelo contrario a distancia o fez aumentar cada vez mais. Espero que a nossa amizade volte a ser a mesma de sempre, pois não agüento mais essa barreira entre nós. Eu te amo! – Gabriela Andrade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193223944088102172-8225669022127222453?l=myheartmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/feeds/8225669022127222453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/10/carta-aos-bons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/8225669022127222453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/8225669022127222453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/10/carta-aos-bons.html' title='Carta aos bons'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j5JIFtWwink/Tl4AYZmy8uI/AAAAAAAAACs/54Q6TgREtrk/s220/gggb1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwTJ_Aouags/TH2Y0lkF4kI/AAAAAAAABIQ/se68TGv66HU/s72-c/tumblr_l2g98dGjH61qa3i82o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193223944088102172.post-1186265857779307724</id><published>2011-10-05T15:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T15:05:42.521-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cansei!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9doh5vi9E1qctileo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9doh5vi9E1qctileo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Estou cansada, não apenas fisicamente, sentimentalmente também. Aparentemente nada tão grave, espero que esteja certa, já que me cansei de estar cansada. Nossa parece até um pouco irônico falando assim, mas é a mais pura verdade. Estou cansada de tudo, do mundo ao meu redor, e das pessoas que nele habitam. Não sei, mas as pessoas parecem me esconder algo, e isso me deixa revoltada, e com a revolta eu não fico bem... quer saber , cansei de escrever o que eu penso, ninguém se importa com isso, na linguagem popular estão pouco se fudendo, afinal é cansativo me entender. Cansei! - Gabriela Andrade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193223944088102172-1186265857779307724?l=myheartmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/feeds/1186265857779307724/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/10/cansei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/1186265857779307724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/1186265857779307724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/10/cansei.html' title='Cansei!'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j5JIFtWwink/Tl4AYZmy8uI/AAAAAAAAACs/54Q6TgREtrk/s220/gggb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193223944088102172.post-4690883492411305562</id><published>2011-08-30T22:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T22:10:10.272-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudanças</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;...é realmente estou muito diferente, mas foda-se todos nós passamos por mudanças repentinas. Em minha opinião mudanças são sempre bem vindas, até porque eu odiaria ser a mesma pessoa a minha vida toda. Sociedade nós precisamos de liberdade de expressão. Eu sei que muitas vezes eu sou chata ao ponto de irritar a maioria de vocês, mas assim como eu tenho direito de ser chata, eu te dou o direito de tentar me mudar, pode parecer até um pouco sem nexo isso, até porque essas palavras estão sendo tiradas diretamente da minha mente. Devemos acrescentar diminuir, dividir e por aí vai, de coisas em nossas vidas. Mas acho que a única coisa que não devemos retirar é o nosso caráter, pois em minha opinião é à base de tudo. Desculpe-me, mas se você não tem caráter você não merece meu respeito! Só isso que eu tenho a dizer sociedade hipócrita!&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/4193223944088102172-4690883492411305562?l=myheartmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/feeds/4690883492411305562/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/08/mudancas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/4690883492411305562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/4690883492411305562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/08/mudancas.html' title='Mudanças'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j5JIFtWwink/Tl4AYZmy8uI/AAAAAAAAACs/54Q6TgREtrk/s220/gggb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193223944088102172.post-7733197075241215051</id><published>2011-08-28T13:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T14:48:12.322-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nossa! Estou impressionada com minha mudança de humor repentina, ta tudo tão estranho, às vezes estou tão triste ao ponto de chorar por qualquer detalhe, mas hoje de certa forma estou feliz. É estranho dizer isso, porque eu quase nunca tenho certeza do que eu sinto agora por culpa do destino pequeno detalhes em minha vida fazem uma enorme diferença. Na verdade eu não sei se acredito em destino, acho que podemos mudar ele, mas se o destino realmente existe, torço para que o meu seja bom ~risos~. Enfim... Mudando de assunto, ando totalmente diferente do meu eu anterior, vejo o mundo de certa forma tão diferente, escuto musicas novas, mas os amigos são os mesmos. Sim, amigos, alguns nem param pra pensar quem é considerado realmente seu amigo, na verdade todos os dias eu acordo pensando neles, principalmente em um, mas isso não vem ao caso, amigo pra mim é mais que uma misera palavra, é um sentimento. Você deve esta falando que sou louca, mas eu vou explicar. Quando falam de amor uma das primeiras coisas que eu lembro é dos meus amigos, sim meus amigos , as vezes eu falo que eles são tudo pra mim, e não é mentira, não sei o que seria de mim sem esses idiotas que eu amo tanto, todos tão diferente um dos outros, uns são skatistas, gosta de rap, rock, já outros gostam de Lady Gaga e coisas do tipo. Enfim não vou ficar escrevendo um troço enorme pra falar o quanto eu amo meus amigos, pois isso eu tento amostrar em pequenos detalhes, terminando isso aqui, que era pra ser uma coisa legal e agora ta parecendo um carnaval de palavras, nada melhor que terminar com uma frase que todos conhecem, mas poucos sabem seu verdadeiro significado. Eu amo vocês!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Ps: &lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;@Pierreotaku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;quero casar com você, meu gostoso! Ah e vai tomar no cu! : *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193223944088102172-7733197075241215051?l=myheartmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/feeds/7733197075241215051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/08/28082011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/7733197075241215051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/7733197075241215051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/08/28082011.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j5JIFtWwink/Tl4AYZmy8uI/AAAAAAAAACs/54Q6TgREtrk/s220/gggb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193223944088102172.post-8744451640744667346</id><published>2011-08-17T14:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T14:08:36.816-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post_content" id="post_content_9041874257"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabe quando você está presente e ninguém nota a sua presença, ou simplesmente não ta nem ai pra você? É eu estou me sentindo exatamente assim. Pessoas estão me ignorando, e me maltratando de alguma forma. O engraçado é que sempre fazem as mesmas perguntas “Onde você estava?” “Você me largou, por que fez isso?”. E elas nem percebem que eu estava lá, de alguma forma, eu sempre me mantive em pé, para acolher elas, e a única coisa que eu recebo em troca, são algumas perguntas obvias. Sinto-me tão só, estou me afastando do mundo, mas tenho medo das conseqüências. Acho que é burrice sentir medo disso. pois sei que não vai ter conseqüências, porque eu não vou estar mais lá. Isso é a mesma coisa que ser ignorada. Apenas acho que é.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://thisismyonlymind.tumblr.com/"&gt;thisismyonlymind./&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clear"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="notes_outer_container_9041874257" style="clear: both; display: none; overflow: hidden;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div id="notes_container_9041874257" style="display: none; overflow: hidden;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="notes_control" id="notes_control_9041874257"&gt;&lt;div class="notes_loader" id="notes_loader_9041874257"&gt;&lt;div class="notes_hide_link" id="notes_hide_link_9041874257" style="display: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisismyonlymind.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193223944088102172-8744451640744667346?l=myheartmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/feeds/8744451640744667346/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/08/sabe-quando-voce-esta-presente-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/8744451640744667346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/8744451640744667346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/08/sabe-quando-voce-esta-presente-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j5JIFtWwink/Tl4AYZmy8uI/AAAAAAAAACs/54Q6TgREtrk/s220/gggb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193223944088102172.post-7046302432154610999</id><published>2011-08-10T13:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T13:53:25.536-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;or que você chegou assim tão rápido? Você fez sumir aquilo que eu achava ser "&lt;strong&gt;amor&lt;/strong&gt;". Obrigada, aquilo estava me matando aos poucos! Minha grande sorte é que eu encontrei você, e meu azar é que estou a um passo da historia recomeçar!&amp;nbsp; (&lt;a href="http://www.thisismyonlymind.tumblr.com/"&gt;thisismyonlymind./&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193223944088102172-7046302432154610999?l=myheartmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/feeds/7046302432154610999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/08/p-or-que-voce-chegou-assim-tao-rapido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/7046302432154610999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/7046302432154610999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/08/p-or-que-voce-chegou-assim-tao-rapido.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j5JIFtWwink/Tl4AYZmy8uI/AAAAAAAAACs/54Q6TgREtrk/s220/gggb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193223944088102172.post-5902807459822526594</id><published>2011-07-28T16:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T16:07:25.251-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Limite</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OVK3j6Xi5pE/TjGyxpBnlZI/AAAAAAAAACk/TJ-dt4V3VbE/s1600/solidao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OVK3j6Xi5pE/TjGyxpBnlZI/AAAAAAAAACk/TJ-dt4V3VbE/s320/solidao.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;É difícil&amp;nbsp; ficar o tempo todo aqui parada,sem fazer nada que possa melhorar essa minha vida. É , eu vivo de rotina a tempos que eu não sei o que é felicidade. Ta muito difícil me manter em um estado emocional aceitavel nesses ultimos tempos. Tanta coisa ruim acontecendo, amigos partindo para uma outra dimensão, pessoas morrendo injustamente,e coisas ferindo meu coração. É, eu não aguento mais esse entra e sai em minha vida. Sim sinto medo de que morra essa criança que habita a minha alma. Quer saber mais?Tenho medo de que não consiga sentir a magia que muitos dizem ter sentido. Aos poucos estou me desfazendo! Acho que meu limite se aproxima! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt; quinta feira 28/07/2011 ás 14:22h &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/4193223944088102172-5902807459822526594?l=myheartmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/feeds/5902807459822526594/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/07/limite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/5902807459822526594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/5902807459822526594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/07/limite.html' title='Limite'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j5JIFtWwink/Tl4AYZmy8uI/AAAAAAAAACs/54Q6TgREtrk/s220/gggb1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OVK3j6Xi5pE/TjGyxpBnlZI/AAAAAAAAACk/TJ-dt4V3VbE/s72-c/solidao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193223944088102172.post-7816812584106877519</id><published>2011-07-27T23:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T23:59:26.505-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QBbnuXipWyw/TjDPm9RBmrI/AAAAAAAAACg/o__JfDiRN_I/s1600/Insomnia_by_RobbyP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QBbnuXipWyw/TjDPm9RBmrI/AAAAAAAAACg/o__JfDiRN_I/s1600/Insomnia_by_RobbyP.jpg" t$="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para que estou perdendo meu tempo escrevendo essas miseras palavras? É , eu sei que você não está nem ai pra isso que estou escrevendo. As vezes acho que seria bem mais facil guardar&amp;nbsp; o que eu sinto pra mim mesma . É tenho certeza que sim , por isso que muitas vezes eu faço isso... Ultimamente ando meio fria, tirando &lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;conclusões precipitadas. Acho que é porque eu cansei de ser "ninguém"&amp;nbsp; pra algumas pessoas que pra mim são "alguém"... Tenho sofrido bastante, porém sempre calada, pois tenho medo do que as pessoas podem falar do meu verdadeiro "EU". A sabe aquela garotinha que é legal com todos? Pois é desculpe, mas ela esta morrendo aos poucos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193223944088102172-7816812584106877519?l=myheartmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/feeds/7816812584106877519/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/07/para-que-estou-perdendo-meu-tempo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/7816812584106877519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/7816812584106877519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/07/para-que-estou-perdendo-meu-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j5JIFtWwink/Tl4AYZmy8uI/AAAAAAAAACs/54Q6TgREtrk/s220/gggb1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QBbnuXipWyw/TjDPm9RBmrI/AAAAAAAAACg/o__JfDiRN_I/s72-c/Insomnia_by_RobbyP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193223944088102172.post-1996690314223859407</id><published>2011-07-27T16:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T16:21:13.577-03:00</updated><title type='text'>My mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DYmpBq75Kx8/TjBjUXdhhqI/AAAAAAAAACc/k7zjFbN2qQ0/s1600/casal+se+beijando.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DYmpBq75Kx8/TjBjUXdhhqI/AAAAAAAAACc/k7zjFbN2qQ0/s320/casal+se+beijando.jpeg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu sinto algo tão estranho, algo novo,algo que nunca havia sentido antes. Não sei se isso é bom ou ruim, estou confusa! Muito confusa! Não sei como contar isso para alguém, porém é difícil permanecer&amp;nbsp;calada nessa situação. Tenho vontade de gritar, mas tenho medo do que podem falar. Tenho medo de não aceitarem. Será que devo levar isso a sério? Tenho tantas perguntas, mas acho que só meu coração pode da as respostas, mas tenho medo de que elas&amp;nbsp;demorem muito a chegar, ao ponto de eu perder você! &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Acho que isso é amor !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; quarta feira 27.07.2011 ás&amp;nbsp;12:30h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193223944088102172-1996690314223859407?l=myheartmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/feeds/1996690314223859407/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/1996690314223859407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/1996690314223859407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-mind.html' title='My mind'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j5JIFtWwink/Tl4AYZmy8uI/AAAAAAAAACs/54Q6TgREtrk/s220/gggb1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DYmpBq75Kx8/TjBjUXdhhqI/AAAAAAAAACc/k7zjFbN2qQ0/s72-c/casal+se+beijando.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193223944088102172.post-4003209156519902433</id><published>2011-07-24T10:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T10:28:57.172-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rbzhYRRM4_M/TiwdoHNBjyI/AAAAAAAAACY/L0h21r4s23A/s1600/hp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rbzhYRRM4_M/TiwdoHNBjyI/AAAAAAAAACY/L0h21r4s23A/s320/hp.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu não sei o que escrever sobre mim, basicamente tenho minhas mudanças não sou algo pra sempre, até porque isso enjoa. Mas posso tentar...Bem eu não sou uma fada, nem uma cinderela de contos de fadas que vive "Feliz para sempre". Eu sou uma &lt;b&gt;bruxa&lt;/b&gt;, que esta esperando sua tão sonhada carta para &lt;b&gt;Hogwarts&lt;/b&gt;, que sonha com a&lt;b&gt; magia&lt;/b&gt; prevalecendo em cada coração existente no universo. Posso dizer que não sou a pessoa mais madura da face da Terra e tambem não sou a mais imatura. Apenas tenho meus sonhos, que para muitos é recebido o nome de "idiotices" . Mas eu não me importo! &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Twitter: &lt;b&gt;@gbsk8&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193223944088102172-4003209156519902433?l=myheartmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/feeds/4003209156519902433/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/4003209156519902433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/4003209156519902433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-am.html' title='I am'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j5JIFtWwink/Tl4AYZmy8uI/AAAAAAAAACs/54Q6TgREtrk/s220/gggb1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rbzhYRRM4_M/TiwdoHNBjyI/AAAAAAAAACY/L0h21r4s23A/s72-c/hp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193223944088102172.post-4870146453402807707</id><published>2011-06-29T23:03:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T17:54:07.226-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Despedida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BQlh_WiYoEA/TgvYX8cMRvI/AAAAAAAAACU/LTKWBc6s4gc/s1600/despedida1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="176" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BQlh_WiYoEA/TgvYX8cMRvI/AAAAAAAAACU/LTKWBc6s4gc/s320/despedida1.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Queria que tudo isso fosse um pesadelo, queria me beliscar e poder acordar deste inútil pesadelo, porém não passava da realidade, eu estava lá eu estava chorando mais uma vez, por um motivo diferente de todos. Eu estava lá, mas minha mente não. Não sabia o que fazer além de chorar era tudo tão difícil, quando eu achei que estava melhor tudo não passou de uma simples suposição. O homem da minha vida estava indo embora e eu não podia fazer nada. ”Por favor, não faça isso comigo” era a única coisa que pensava, mas um simples pensamento não mudaria o nosso destino. Ele estava indo para outro continente, enquanto eu não fiz nada para impedir. Começou a nevar, ele me prometeu que estaria comigo quando isso acontecesse, mas ele não estava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E talvez nunca mais esteja.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;/strong&gt;Gabriela Andrade (Thisismyonlymind.tumblr.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/4193223944088102172-4870146453402807707?l=myheartmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/feeds/4870146453402807707/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/06/despedida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/4870146453402807707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/4870146453402807707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/06/despedida.html' title='Despedida'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j5JIFtWwink/Tl4AYZmy8uI/AAAAAAAAACs/54Q6TgREtrk/s220/gggb1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BQlh_WiYoEA/TgvYX8cMRvI/AAAAAAAAACU/LTKWBc6s4gc/s72-c/despedida1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193223944088102172.post-8626345211743193237</id><published>2011-06-25T12:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T12:10:47.022-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nihYmvIUROk/TgX5fN5RgdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6YvKXxvJTwQ/s1600/hp7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nihYmvIUROk/TgX5fN5RgdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6YvKXxvJTwQ/s320/hp7.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7 livros, 8 filmes, 1 história. Milhões de corações que batem como um só: Harry Potter, uma era que está prestes a virar uma lenda. Uma lenda que ficará para sempre na história, e que passará por gerações e gerações. Ergam suas varinhas, nós somos a geração Potter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;a _mce_href="http://crucio-sweetcrucio.tumblr.com" href="http://crucio-sweetcrucio.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007bff;"&gt;crucio-sweetcrucio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Harry Potter is part of me! Harry Potter is my childhood! Harry Potter is my life!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love Harry Potter &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(@gbsk8)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/4193223944088102172-8626345211743193237?l=myheartmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/feeds/8626345211743193237/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/06/harry-potter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/8626345211743193237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/8626345211743193237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/06/harry-potter.html' title='Harry Potter!'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j5JIFtWwink/Tl4AYZmy8uI/AAAAAAAAACs/54Q6TgREtrk/s220/gggb1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nihYmvIUROk/TgX5fN5RgdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6YvKXxvJTwQ/s72-c/hp7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193223944088102172.post-8872794760603222335</id><published>2011-06-24T22:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T22:56:58.783-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Penhasco</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4m8cQhtCy-w/TgU_CLAqwBI/AAAAAAAAACM/5QvLTvAoKf4/s1600/51abismo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4m8cQhtCy-w/TgU_CLAqwBI/AAAAAAAAACM/5QvLTvAoKf4/s320/51abismo.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[...]"Tá tudo errado, do jeito que estamos trabalhando&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em direção a um objetivo que é inexistente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não é existente, mas nós continuamos acreditando&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E a pior parte é&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Antes de melhorar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nós dirigimos a um penhasco&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas na queda livre eu vou perceber&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu vou estar melhor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando eu chegar no fundo"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by; Hayley Williams ( Paramore) musica: Turn it Off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;@gbsk8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Quando não consiguia falar a musica falou por mim&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt; :(&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&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/4193223944088102172-8872794760603222335?l=myheartmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/feeds/8872794760603222335/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/06/penhasco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/8872794760603222335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/8872794760603222335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/06/penhasco.html' title='Penhasco'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j5JIFtWwink/Tl4AYZmy8uI/AAAAAAAAACs/54Q6TgREtrk/s220/gggb1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4m8cQhtCy-w/TgU_CLAqwBI/AAAAAAAAACM/5QvLTvAoKf4/s72-c/51abismo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193223944088102172.post-7080041536094267578</id><published>2011-06-24T10:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T10:54:56.298-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Marley ja dizia:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTHtjwcMtNY/TgSVHyur_7I/AAAAAAAAACI/_TCpulGX7Fg/s1600/reggae.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="101" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTHtjwcMtNY/TgSVHyur_7I/AAAAAAAAACI/_TCpulGX7Fg/s320/reggae.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ocês riem de mim por eu ser &lt;strong&gt;diferente&lt;/strong&gt;,eu rio de vocês por serem todos&lt;strong&gt; iguais&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Bob Marley)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Marley ja dizia não preciso escrever mais nada!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou o que sou e ninguem vai me mudar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(@gbsk8)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193223944088102172-7080041536094267578?l=myheartmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/feeds/7080041536094267578/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/06/bob-marley-ja-dizia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/7080041536094267578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/7080041536094267578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/06/bob-marley-ja-dizia.html' title='Bob Marley ja dizia:'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j5JIFtWwink/Tl4AYZmy8uI/AAAAAAAAACs/54Q6TgREtrk/s220/gggb1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTHtjwcMtNY/TgSVHyur_7I/AAAAAAAAACI/_TCpulGX7Fg/s72-c/reggae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193223944088102172.post-6037686614506039006</id><published>2011-06-23T23:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T23:39:17.765-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Queria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lRqZI8LFhwE/TgP3ZrTgEVI/AAAAAAAAACE/FiI8RmrTYrg/s1600/casal_andando_costas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lRqZI8LFhwE/TgP3ZrTgEVI/AAAAAAAAACE/FiI8RmrTYrg/s320/casal_andando_costas.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queria poder olhar em seus olhos e dizer:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que ainda tenho esperança em ter você!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queria poder ser mais sincera e dizer:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que eu odeio amar você&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;É bem dificil controlar meus desejos quando você está tão proximo de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;lt;3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;by:&amp;nbsp; (@gbsk8)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193223944088102172-6037686614506039006?l=myheartmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/feeds/6037686614506039006/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/06/queria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/6037686614506039006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/6037686614506039006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/06/queria.html' title='Queria'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j5JIFtWwink/Tl4AYZmy8uI/AAAAAAAAACs/54Q6TgREtrk/s220/gggb1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lRqZI8LFhwE/TgP3ZrTgEVI/AAAAAAAAACE/FiI8RmrTYrg/s72-c/casal_andando_costas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193223944088102172.post-7888775379627009568</id><published>2011-06-23T21:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T21:01:09.218-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Eg6xKffv1rY/TgPTWkfRR_I/AAAAAAAAACA/gYi0PQWYQ9E/s1600/Imagens%252Bd%2527amor%252B%252812%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Eg6xKffv1rY/TgPTWkfRR_I/AAAAAAAAACA/gYi0PQWYQ9E/s320/Imagens%252Bd%2527amor%252B%252812%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ste &lt;strong&gt;desejo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esta &lt;strong&gt;paixão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que enlouquece o meu &lt;strong&gt;coração&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já tem &lt;strong&gt;nome&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;este nome é &lt;strong&gt;você!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by; &lt;/strong&gt;(@gbsk8)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verso que um dia fiz!" Dedicado a quem um dia gostei"(@gbsk8)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193223944088102172-7888775379627009568?l=myheartmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/feeds/7888775379627009568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/06/desejo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/7888775379627009568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/7888775379627009568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/06/desejo.html' title='Desejo'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j5JIFtWwink/Tl4AYZmy8uI/AAAAAAAAACs/54Q6TgREtrk/s220/gggb1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Eg6xKffv1rY/TgPTWkfRR_I/AAAAAAAAACA/gYi0PQWYQ9E/s72-c/Imagens%252Bd%2527amor%252B%252812%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193223944088102172.post-892007462707571970</id><published>2011-06-23T14:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T14:52:14.108-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bons Amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8At5YvPvZd0/TgN8X_NKqTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/C7aeF-8v_tg/s1600/amizade1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8At5YvPvZd0/TgN8X_NKqTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/C7aeF-8v_tg/s320/amizade1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;bençoados os que possuem amigos, os que os têm sem pedir.&lt;br /&gt;Porque amigo não se pede, não se compra, nem se vende.&lt;br /&gt;Amigo a gente sente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benditos os que sofrem por amigos, os que falam com o olhar.&lt;br /&gt;Porque amigo não se cala, não questiona, nem se rende.&lt;br /&gt;Amigo a gente entende!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benditos os que guardam amigos, os que entregam o ombro pra chorar.&lt;br /&gt;Porque amigo sofre e chora.&lt;br /&gt;Amigo não tem hora pra consolar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benditos sejam os amigos que acreditam na tua verdade ou te apontam a realidade.&lt;br /&gt;Porque amigo é a direção.&lt;br /&gt;Amigo é a base quando falta o chão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benditos sejam todos os amigos de raízes, verdadeiros.&lt;br /&gt;Porque amigos são herdeiros da real sagacidade.&lt;br /&gt;Ter amigos é a melhor cumplicidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há pessoas que choram por saber que as rosas têm espinho,&lt;br /&gt;Há outras que sorriem por saber que os espinhos têm rosas!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By:Machado de Assis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;Há duas espécies de chatos: os chatos propriamente ditos, e os amigos, que são os nossos chatos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; prediletos.by: Mário Quintana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;...... &lt;strong&gt;Apenas&lt;/strong&gt; quero que saibam de uma unica coisa: ja não&amp;nbsp;sei viver&amp;nbsp;sem &lt;strong&gt;vocês!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;Especialmente para:,@cellevick,,@gnomodejardim,,@jorgelpn,,@_sebevieira,&amp;nbsp;@thaifuck&amp;lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193223944088102172-892007462707571970?l=myheartmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/feeds/892007462707571970/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/06/bons-amigos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/892007462707571970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/892007462707571970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/06/bons-amigos.html' title='Bons Amigos'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j5JIFtWwink/Tl4AYZmy8uI/AAAAAAAAACs/54Q6TgREtrk/s220/gggb1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8At5YvPvZd0/TgN8X_NKqTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/C7aeF-8v_tg/s72-c/amizade1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193223944088102172.post-5638467149897410363</id><published>2011-06-23T09:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T23:42:25.779-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Real em Mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c1C655FJ5QE/TgMvXC_Mp1I/AAAAAAAAAB0/mpcTa1OiBvk/s1600/blg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c1C655FJ5QE/TgMvXC_Mp1I/AAAAAAAAAB0/mpcTa1OiBvk/s320/blg.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;esmo que eu quisesse negar&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que tentasse esconder&lt;br /&gt;O seu amor, Senhor&lt;br /&gt;Se fez real em mim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não quero e nem posso isso mudar&lt;br /&gt;Nao esqueço o que fez por mim&lt;br /&gt;Entregando sua vida em meu lugar&lt;br /&gt;Nunca ninguem, Senhor&lt;br /&gt;Me amou de modo assim&lt;br /&gt;Eu descobri ao seu lado é meu lugar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É por isso que não calo a minha voz&lt;br /&gt;É por isso que eu canto essa canção&lt;br /&gt;E te faço aqui juras de amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É por isso que não calo a minha voz&lt;br /&gt;É por isso que eu canto essa canção&lt;br /&gt;E te faço aqui juras de amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois, bem antes conquistou meu coração&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;[...] "&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;uantas e quantas vezes a gente se deprime,ai nosso chão fica mais baixo, e a gente desaba,e tudo que a gente mais quer,é que venha um super heroi e salve a gente disso,exatamente nos filmes com o final feliz.A muito tempo atras existia um heroi..mas que ele morreu no final, e esse heroi continua salvando a gente . Ainda.Ele continua sendo heroi.e isso é real. é real em nós" by:Guilherme de Sá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nunca &lt;/strong&gt;deixe de lado aquele que realmente &lt;strong&gt;te ama.....&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;(@gbsk8)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/4193223944088102172-5638467149897410363?l=myheartmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/feeds/5638467149897410363/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/06/real-em-mim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/5638467149897410363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/5638467149897410363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/06/real-em-mim.html' title='Real em Mim'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j5JIFtWwink/Tl4AYZmy8uI/AAAAAAAAACs/54Q6TgREtrk/s220/gggb1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c1C655FJ5QE/TgMvXC_Mp1I/AAAAAAAAAB0/mpcTa1OiBvk/s72-c/blg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193223944088102172.post-626208740534635177</id><published>2011-06-22T21:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T21:16:59.091-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BNTP3a2W1To/TgKFw1Fx_aI/AAAAAAAAABw/sfYoJUxSP9c/s1600/sonho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BNTP3a2W1To/TgKFw1Fx_aI/AAAAAAAAABw/sfYoJUxSP9c/s320/sonho.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;uando você é &lt;strong&gt;criança&lt;/strong&gt; todos falam pra você seguir seus sonhos, mas quando você &lt;strong&gt;cresce &lt;/strong&gt;todos se &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ofendem quando se tenta fazer isso. (@gbsk8)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193223944088102172-626208740534635177?l=myheartmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/feeds/626208740534635177/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/06/sonhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/626208740534635177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/626208740534635177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/06/sonhos.html' title='Sonhos'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j5JIFtWwink/Tl4AYZmy8uI/AAAAAAAAACs/54Q6TgREtrk/s220/gggb1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BNTP3a2W1To/TgKFw1Fx_aI/AAAAAAAAABw/sfYoJUxSP9c/s72-c/sonho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193223944088102172.post-1873679194635584390</id><published>2011-06-22T20:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T20:51:18.413-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorriso</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;m dia a lágrima disse ao sorriso: invejo-te porque vives sempre feliz. O sorriso respondeu: engana-te, pois muitas vezes sou apenas o disfarce da tua dor (@gbsk8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193223944088102172-1873679194635584390?l=myheartmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/feeds/1873679194635584390/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/06/sorriso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/1873679194635584390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/1873679194635584390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/06/sorriso.html' title='Sorriso'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j5JIFtWwink/Tl4AYZmy8uI/AAAAAAAAACs/54Q6TgREtrk/s220/gggb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193223944088102172.post-7740028544897770038</id><published>2011-06-22T16:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T16:02:10.546-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Musica</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;A&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;lguma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;coisa me aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;E tudo parece fugir para outro lugar&lt;br /&gt;Estrelas tristes tentam me explicar&lt;br /&gt;E nada acontece se dissipam todas pelo ar&lt;br /&gt;Há medo em meu jardim&lt;br /&gt;Pois uma rosa disse adeus pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo tem um fim eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Só não sonhava que seria assim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aonde quer que você vá&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Por onde você for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu preciso de mais...&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso mais&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de você aqui&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;by; Guilherme de Sá (Rosa de Saron)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando eu não sabia descrever&lt;/strong&gt; o que estava sentindo, a música falou por mim. (@gbsk8)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193223944088102172-7740028544897770038?l=myheartmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/feeds/7740028544897770038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/06/musica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/7740028544897770038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/7740028544897770038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/06/musica.html' title='Musica'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j5JIFtWwink/Tl4AYZmy8uI/AAAAAAAAACs/54Q6TgREtrk/s220/gggb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193223944088102172.post-6365653948060186403</id><published>2011-06-22T15:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T16:06:37.499-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Humanidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ra como&amp;nbsp; se eu estivesse dopada, não conseguia controlar mais meus sentimentos&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;apenas cai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;em um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;sono profundo, ou melhor em&amp;nbsp;um pesadelo profundo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;nde existia uma raça podre: ""A humanidade"" (@gbsk8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193223944088102172-6365653948060186403?l=myheartmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/feeds/6365653948060186403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/06/homem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/6365653948060186403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/6365653948060186403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/06/homem.html' title='Humanidade'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j5JIFtWwink/Tl4AYZmy8uI/AAAAAAAAACs/54Q6TgREtrk/s220/gggb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193223944088102172.post-6709748517434305800</id><published>2011-06-22T14:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T14:44:27.034-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia me perguntaram:</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b0b0b; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b0b0b; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; você?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;quem é seu idolo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...e eu respondi :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;U&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;falecido amigo meu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walace !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193223944088102172-6709748517434305800?l=myheartmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/feeds/6709748517434305800/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/06/um-dia-me-perguntaram.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/6709748517434305800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193223944088102172/posts/default/6709748517434305800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartmy.blogspot.com/2011/06/um-dia-me-perguntaram.html' title='Um dia me perguntaram:'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j5JIFtWwink/Tl4AYZmy8uI/AAAAAAAAACs/54Q6TgREtrk/s220/gggb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
