<?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-9102762472680389387</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:01:40.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ela acreditava em anjos,</title><subtitle type='html'>e porque acreditava, eles existiam. *</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08449353288497972868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-6175060317719441944</id><published>2012-01-05T17:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T21:45:24.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"É como um anjo que veio me dar harmonia nesses dias meios remotos,o sorriso é tão aberto, me transmite tanta paz, é como um vento forte e gostoso no rosto da gente...&lt;div&gt;É, eu amo ele profundamente."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102762472680389387-6175060317719441944?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/6175060317719441944/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-como-anjo-que-veio-me-dar-harmonia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/6175060317719441944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/6175060317719441944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-como-anjo-que-veio-me-dar-harmonia.html' title=''/><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08449353288497972868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-4898177721320065486</id><published>2011-12-28T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T21:59:48.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vxPQ0Xbd8zE/TvwV6nJr5VI/AAAAAAAAAg0/d0mg1Hp8mfg/s1600/DSC09868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vxPQ0Xbd8zE/TvwV6nJr5VI/AAAAAAAAAg0/d0mg1Hp8mfg/s320/DSC09868.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691448125775668562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decidi escrever esse texto para te dizer o quanto você me modificou.. o quanto você me ajuda dia a dia me amando. Você fez de mim uma mulher melhor e eu serei eternamente grata a você por isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabe, eu fico pensando que eu não me vejo mais sem você, não por sentimento de dependência não, mas por ter percebido o quanto tudo fica especial ao seu lado, o quanto mesmo passando o dia todo com você nunca é o bastante porque a minha vontade é estar o tempo todo ao seu lado.. hoje em dia vejo muito mais alegria em coisas pequenas porque você está em cada uma delas, e o quanto meu coração (que é cheio de você) bate mais forte por um motivo muito maior agora!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você me fez diferenciar alegria de felicidade me fazendo a mulher mais feliz do mundo ao seu lado! e sim, eu fiquei atenta naquele sinal que não haverá mais nada igual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu o admiro tanto pelo homem que você é, eu vejo isso em cada atitude sua. Saiba que eu estarei sempre do seu lado te apoiando no que quer que seja, sou sua eterna parceira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nossos planos para o futuro estão em nós e eu sei que vamos conseguir realizar cada um deles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu te amo muito, meu amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que seja infinito enquanto dure e que dure para sempre! &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; " &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/9102762472680389387-4898177721320065486?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/4898177721320065486/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2011/12/decidi-escrever-esse-texto-para-te.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/4898177721320065486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/4898177721320065486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2011/12/decidi-escrever-esse-texto-para-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08449353288497972868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vxPQ0Xbd8zE/TvwV6nJr5VI/AAAAAAAAAg0/d0mg1Hp8mfg/s72-c/DSC09868.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-2722480961988599613</id><published>2011-12-26T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T22:10:42.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kdJdH1GN4Gc/TvwCCyYLf4I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/aBed4Lh3Y7E/s1600/fecap%2Bformatura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kdJdH1GN4Gc/TvwCCyYLf4I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/aBed4Lh3Y7E/s320/fecap%2Bformatura.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691426275995647874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Finalmente o colegial acabou.. sim, eu sei que daqui uns anos eu vou sentir falta e até uma saudades desse tempo, que mesmo com os apesares eu sei que foi bom e que valeu a pena só por ter tido a sorte de conhecer algumas pessoas muito especias.. Como esquecer aquelas aulas intermináveis da Mena e da Ana Rosa mas que eu adorava.. das músicas do Waltão ou do bom dia animado do Fred. Dos 11 anos ao lado da Carol, por mais que muita coisa tenha mudado ela vai ser sempre especial! Da animação da Annye de manhã, do leandro vindo sempre com as suas piadinhas de loira, da Ana e da Babi sempre desesperadas por causas das Ags,as aulas de publicidade, as brincadeiras dos meninos na sala que me tiravam gargalhadas... Agora meu único sentimento é que tudo valeu a pena, e que apesar dos apesares eu olhos pra trás e vejo o quanto eu fui feliz lá, o quanto eu aprendi com os meus erros e o quanto eu tive apoio de pessoas maravilhosas.. Me lembro quando estava no 9 ano desesperada na escolha pra qual colégio ir no colegial e o quão foi difícil ter que se distanciar do pessoal do Marquês, no começo batia um arrependimento quase todos os dias mas aos poucos fomos nos apegando a outras pessoas, aprendendo a viver sem alguns.. Mas é o ciclo natural da vida, uma porta se fecha para outra se abrir, mas nada será esquecido, tudo valeu a pena porque tenho memórias que levarei para sempre comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102762472680389387-2722480961988599613?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/2722480961988599613/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2011/12/finalmente-o-colegial-acabou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/2722480961988599613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/2722480961988599613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2011/12/finalmente-o-colegial-acabou.html' title=''/><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08449353288497972868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kdJdH1GN4Gc/TvwCCyYLf4I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/aBed4Lh3Y7E/s72-c/fecap%2Bformatura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-187928778720394336</id><published>2011-10-07T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T23:30:16.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PksiMNX-f3I/TvwXAZ4TUiI/AAAAAAAAAhA/G82gBd2nsbQ/s1600/DSC09162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PksiMNX-f3I/TvwXAZ4TUiI/AAAAAAAAAhA/G82gBd2nsbQ/s320/DSC09162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691449324803936802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Nos braços de um Anjo, voar para bem longe daqui.." &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102762472680389387-187928778720394336?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/187928778720394336/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2011/10/nos-bracos-de-um-anjo-voar-para-bem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/187928778720394336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/187928778720394336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2011/10/nos-bracos-de-um-anjo-voar-para-bem.html' title=''/><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08449353288497972868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PksiMNX-f3I/TvwXAZ4TUiI/AAAAAAAAAhA/G82gBd2nsbQ/s72-c/DSC09162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-3345400487379373429</id><published>2011-09-28T21:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T21:33:24.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(25, 25, 25); line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Viver o hoje, nada do ontem, do amanhã..&lt;br /&gt;sempre será hoje, só hoje, por hoje. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(25, 25, 25); line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(25, 25, 25); line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-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/9102762472680389387-3345400487379373429?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/3345400487379373429/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2011/09/viver-o-hoje-nada-do-ontem-do-amanha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/3345400487379373429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/3345400487379373429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2011/09/viver-o-hoje-nada-do-ontem-do-amanha.html' title=''/><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08449353288497972868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-5362951403464743421</id><published>2011-04-29T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T22:23:54.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Não faço por mal, mas sei que faço mal a você. É complicado explicar quando nem eu mesma consigo entender. Queria poder me controlar mais para deixar de ser controlada por mim. É estranho, parece que alterações apenas acontecem quando você vem abrir meus olhos, mesmo que eles não estejam completamente fechados. Confuso, mas muito do que sou é assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;"E que na distância a gente perde ou esquece tudo aquilo que construiu junto. E esquece sabendo que está esquecendo." CFA. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 15px; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; "&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/9102762472680389387-5362951403464743421?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/5362951403464743421/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2011/04/nao-faco-por-mal-mas-sei-que-faco-mal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/5362951403464743421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/5362951403464743421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2011/04/nao-faco-por-mal-mas-sei-que-faco-mal.html' title=''/><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08449353288497972868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-1263284299970494354</id><published>2011-03-27T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T20:55:53.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Vejo um futuro, tudo novo se fez, tudo novo de faz.."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Estou naquela fase em que várias coisas importantes da minha vida tem que der decididas, e para ontem.. Mas eu só queria pedir muita sabedoria, e que se for da vontade do Pai que eu siga com tudo que tenho decidido na minha vida, que esse caminho que ainda tenho que percorrer para realizar tudo que eu quero seja imensamente abençoado por ele, que sempre esteve comigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas o que mais importa é que eu estou firme no que é de mais importante para mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outra coisa que têm me indagado muito é que sempre tive medo de quaisquer mudanças, mas esses dias percebi que mudanças são realmente necessárias, e que eu estou sim querendo inúmeras delas..  Para que eu possa crescer sempre e que para que outras portas da minha vida sejam abertas eu tenho sim que fechar as ruins, as que me atrasam.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu quero a cada dia mais de realizar acima de tudo como pessoa, transpor para as pessoas o meu melhor, quero mais sorrisos na minha vida, quero que mesmo quando os dias estiverem cinzas eu consiga ver uma luz no fim do túnel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Espero que eu tenha forças para conseguir chegar onde eu quero, e não desista nunca dos meus sonhos, enfim, é só acreditar que acontece!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque minha fé e meu amor por ti estão cravados em mim, não tem jeito! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=) &lt;span class="Apple-style-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/9102762472680389387-1263284299970494354?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/1263284299970494354/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2011/03/vejo-um-futuro-tudo-novo-se-fez-tudo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/1263284299970494354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/1263284299970494354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2011/03/vejo-um-futuro-tudo-novo-se-fez-tudo.html' title='&quot;Vejo um futuro, tudo novo se fez, tudo novo de faz..&quot;'/><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08449353288497972868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-4056346226976328918</id><published>2011-03-12T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T21:23:29.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fui ser feliz.. e não volto! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LPtXV8D5laQ/TXxUfRKKUsI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/ExV46jGrzg4/s1600/DSC06654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LPtXV8D5laQ/TXxUfRKKUsI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/ExV46jGrzg4/s320/DSC06654.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583430534191272642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Tantas coisas acontecendo, graças a Deus tudo muito melhor do que eu imaginei, são tantas coisas que nem sei por onde começar. Eu achei que como eu decidi que faria muitas mudanças na minha vida seria no mínimo cansativo, mas não, Deus é tão maravilhoso que está comigo a cada instante, a cada passo que dou ele está me iluminando e me ajudando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Sei que ele não quer me ver sofrer por nada nem ninguém, então isso me fez entender que para que outras portas sejam abertas na minha vida, eu tenho que fechar as do passado, mas só as portas ruins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;Ainda tem muita coisa pra acontecer, mas eu tenho certeza que vou conseguir tomas as decisões certas pois confio no nosso Senhor e em tudo que ele me ensinou a ser, estou em Santidade o tempo todo, e é isso que mais importa para mim.. o resto, é consequência de tudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;ps: na foto o meu amorzinho, meu presente de Deus, com seu maiô que ela disse que sonhou toda a vida dela haha! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102762472680389387-4056346226976328918?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LPtXV8D5laQ/TXxUfRKKUsI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/ExV46jGrzg4/s72-c/DSC06654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-5936470621803618783</id><published>2011-03-08T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T21:13:36.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deus me deu motivos pra sorrir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wJM-J50tsDI/TXcLDvml_wI/AAAAAAAAAfI/I24fNwg6KVc/s1600/DSC06667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wJM-J50tsDI/TXcLDvml_wI/AAAAAAAAAfI/I24fNwg6KVc/s320/DSC06667.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581942422094872322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Quando o senhor restaurou&lt;br /&gt;A minha sorte&lt;br /&gt;Eu fiquei como quem sonha&lt;br /&gt;Minha boca se encheu de riso&lt;br /&gt;Nos meus lábios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Um novo cântico ao senhor.." &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102762472680389387-5936470621803618783?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/5936470621803618783/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2011/03/deus-me-deu-motivos-pra-sorrir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/5936470621803618783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/5936470621803618783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2011/03/deus-me-deu-motivos-pra-sorrir.html' title='Deus me deu motivos pra sorrir'/><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08449353288497972868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wJM-J50tsDI/TXcLDvml_wI/AAAAAAAAAfI/I24fNwg6KVc/s72-c/DSC06667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-6045449178972422795</id><published>2011-02-11T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T20:13:04.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;"Agora eu sei exatamente o que fazer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Bom recomeçar, poder contar com você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Um homem quando esta em paz, não quer guerra com ninguém.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Charlie Brown Jr &lt;span class="Apple-style-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/9102762472680389387-6045449178972422795?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/6045449178972422795/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2011/02/agora-eu-sei-exatamente-o-que-fazer-bom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/6045449178972422795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/6045449178972422795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2011/02/agora-eu-sei-exatamente-o-que-fazer-bom.html' title=''/><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08449353288497972868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-4115220713429689470</id><published>2011-02-10T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T06:32:35.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;' Eu sou essa gente que se dói inteira porque não vive só na superfície das coisas.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Marla de Queiroz &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102762472680389387-4115220713429689470?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/4115220713429689470/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-sou-essa-gente-que-se-doi-inteira.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/4115220713429689470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/4115220713429689470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-sou-essa-gente-que-se-doi-inteira.html' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555103528660826946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;" São assim, meu início meio e fim. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102762472680389387-3205481573095104143?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/3205481573095104143/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/12/sao-assim-meu-inicio-meio-e-fim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/3205481573095104143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/3205481573095104143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/12/sao-assim-meu-inicio-meio-e-fim.html' title=''/><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08449353288497972868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6SduNvsOyNI/TRexOiRY-0I/AAAAAAAAAek/cQcavzkYA0E/s72-c/DSC04560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-4085393320649372005</id><published>2010-11-24T19:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T14:36:29.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Não trate como prioridade quem te trata como opção. Pessoas especiais tem &lt;b&gt;atitudes&lt;/b&gt; especiais." &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102762472680389387-4085393320649372005?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/4085393320649372005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/11/nao-trate-como-prioridade-quem-te-trata.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/4085393320649372005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/4085393320649372005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/11/nao-trate-como-prioridade-quem-te-trata.html' title=''/><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08449353288497972868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-648855681897423442</id><published>2010-11-24T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T14:36:57.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lágrimas que lavam a alma.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Somos seres preocupados em agir, fazer, resolver, providenciar. Estamos sempre tentando planejar uma coisa, concluir outra, descobrir uma terceira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não há nada de errado nisto – afinal de contas, é assim que construímos e modificamos o mundo. Mas faz parte da experiência da vida o ato da adoração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Parar de vez em quando, sair de si mesmo, permanecer em silêncio diante do Universo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ajoelhar-se com o corpo e com a alma. Sem pedir, sem pensar, sem mesmo agradecer por nada. Apenas viver o amor calado que nos envolve. Nestes momentos, algumas lágrimas inesperadas – que não são nem de alegria, nem de tristeza – podem jorrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não se surpreenda. Isto é um &lt;em&gt;dom&lt;/em&gt;. Estas lágrimas estão lavando sua alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Paulo Coelho &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102762472680389387-648855681897423442?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/648855681897423442/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/11/lagrimas-que-lavam-alma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/648855681897423442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/648855681897423442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/11/lagrimas-que-lavam-alma.html' title='Lágrimas que lavam a alma.'/><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08449353288497972868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-7178353950081091069</id><published>2010-09-05T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T12:19:24.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"O mundo ainda vai se acabar no seu individualismo e congelar na frieza das pessoas que aqui vivem. Eu estou tentando não ser uma delas. Não aqui, nesse mundo.''&lt;br /&gt;Luara Quaresma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102762472680389387-7178353950081091069?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/7178353950081091069/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-mundo-ainda-vai-se-acabar-no-seu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/7178353950081091069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/7178353950081091069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-mundo-ainda-vai-se-acabar-no-seu.html' title=''/><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08449353288497972868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-7830983383821874766</id><published>2010-08-22T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T13:25:00.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6SduNvsOyNI/THGHaQYpfzI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Vd1IuQand_w/s1600/tumblr_l7eybt7NNF1qamk4to1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6SduNvsOyNI/THGHaQYpfzI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Vd1IuQand_w/s320/tumblr_l7eybt7NNF1qamk4to1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508332704395525938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 500; line-height: 23px; -webkit-text-stroke- -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ostumo ser do avesso, o lado bonito fica por dentro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102762472680389387-7830983383821874766?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/7830983383821874766/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/08/c-ostumo-ser-do-avesso-o-lado-bonito.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/7830983383821874766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/7830983383821874766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/08/c-ostumo-ser-do-avesso-o-lado-bonito.html' title=''/><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08449353288497972868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6SduNvsOyNI/THGHaQYpfzI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Vd1IuQand_w/s72-c/tumblr_l7eybt7NNF1qamk4to1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-1999469216588612418</id><published>2010-08-17T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T18:53:02.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(60, 59, 54);   line-height: 16px; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div class="QUOTEINFO"  style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(60, 59, 54); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline- padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; clear: both; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;div class="TEXT"  style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline- padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; text-shadow: rgb(255, 255, 255) 1px 1px 1px; line-height: 30px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" Mas como menina-teimosa que sou, ainda insisto em desentortar os caminhos. Em construir castelos sem pensar nos ventos. Em buscar verdades enquanto elas tentam fugir de mim. A manter meu buquê de sorrisos no rosto, sem perder a vontade de antes. Porque aprendi, que a vida, apesar de bruta, é meio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mágica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Dá sempre pra tirar um coelho da cartola. E lá vou eu, nas minhas tentativas, às vezes meio cegas, às vezes meio burras, tentar acertar os passos. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="TEXT"  style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline- padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; text-shadow: rgb(255, 255, 255) 1px 1px 1px; line-height: 30px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="TEXT"  style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline- padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; text-shadow: rgb(255, 255, 255) 1px 1px 1px; line-height: 30px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;CFA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/9102762472680389387-1999469216588612418?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/1999469216588612418/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/08/mas-como-menina-teimosa-que-sou-ainda.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/1999469216588612418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/1999469216588612418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/08/mas-como-menina-teimosa-que-sou-ainda.html' title=''/><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08449353288497972868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-250487311653642507</id><published>2010-08-08T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T21:15:23.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div class="quote"  style="font-style: italic;  font-family:Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="long"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não sei. Se a vida é curta ou longa demais pra nós, mas sei que nada do que vivemos tem sentido, se não tocamos o coração das pessoas. Muitas vezes basta ser: colo que acolhe, braço que envolve, palavra que conforta, silêncio que respeita, alegria que contagia, lágrima que corre, olhar que acaricia, desejo que sacia, amor que promove. E isso não é coisa de outro mundo, é o que dá sentido à vida. É o que faz com que ela não seja nem curta, nem longa demais , mas que seja intensa, verdadeira, pura. Enquanto durar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="long"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="long"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cora Coralina &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/9102762472680389387-250487311653642507?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/250487311653642507/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/08/nao-sei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/250487311653642507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/250487311653642507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/08/nao-sei.html' title=''/><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08449353288497972868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-6309157331092615589</id><published>2010-08-05T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T19:11:18.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"As palavras me antecedem e ultrapassam, elas me tentam e me modificam, e se não tomo cuidado será tarde demais: as coisas serão ditas sem eu as ter dito."&lt;br /&gt;Clarice Lispector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarice realmente me entenderia.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102762472680389387-6309157331092615589?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/6309157331092615589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/08/as-palavras-me-antecedem-e-ultrapassam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/6309157331092615589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/6309157331092615589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/08/as-palavras-me-antecedem-e-ultrapassam.html' title=''/><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08449353288497972868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-2001020627830105938</id><published>2010-08-03T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T13:20:08.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“— Mas Holly, a vida de ninguém é repleta de momentos perfeitos. E se fosse, não seriam momentos perfeitos. Seriam apenas normais. Como você poderia saber o que é a felicidade se nunca tivesse experimentado as quedas?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s.: Eu te amo. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102762472680389387-2001020627830105938?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/2001020627830105938/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/08/mas-holly-vida-de-ninguem-e-repleta-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/2001020627830105938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/2001020627830105938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/08/mas-holly-vida-de-ninguem-e-repleta-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08449353288497972868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-8267075831149197312</id><published>2010-07-11T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T18:45:03.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MINHA VIDA É VOCÊ =)</title><content type='html'>&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/9102762472680389387-8267075831149197312?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/8267075831149197312/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/07/minha-vida-e-voce.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/8267075831149197312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/8267075831149197312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/07/minha-vida-e-voce.html' title='MINHA VIDA É VOCÊ =)'/><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08449353288497972868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-4476378593737244332</id><published>2010-07-11T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T22:33:47.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;”Prometa que sempre que se sentir triste ou inseguro ou perder completamente a fé, vai tentar olhar para si mesmo, com meus olhos”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;P.s.: eu te amo&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/9102762472680389387-4476378593737244332?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/4476378593737244332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/07/prometa-que-sempre-que-se-sentir-triste.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/4476378593737244332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/4476378593737244332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/07/prometa-que-sempre-que-se-sentir-triste.html' title=''/><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08449353288497972868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-3564065226441401983</id><published>2010-07-04T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T21:50:43.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Cada um de nós é como um livro... Que guarda sua própria história, com início, meio e fim... Nosso corpo é só uma casa onde a alma habita e a morte é o último vôo de nossa alma... Que parte por não caber mais nessa casa, como se quisesse começar uma nova história, um novo livro.&lt;br /&gt;Cada minuto que passa pode ser tudo que me resta para viver, mas eu desperdiço o tempo como se ele fosse infinito. Penso, logo sei que existir é uma circunstância. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: small;"&gt;- Escrito nas Estrelas &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102762472680389387-3564065226441401983?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/3564065226441401983/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/07/cada-um-de-nos-e-como-um-livro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/3564065226441401983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/3564065226441401983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/07/cada-um-de-nos-e-como-um-livro.html' title=''/><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08449353288497972868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-3873677155473964174</id><published>2010-06-24T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T07:46:25.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>" I traded a haven to stay on their side. " *</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6SduNvsOyNI/TCNrlf0da5I/AAAAAAAAAcY/1XhDN9Z1CJE/s1600/0,,40339868,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6SduNvsOyNI/TCNrlf0da5I/AAAAAAAAAcY/1XhDN9Z1CJE/s320/0,,40339868,00.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486347063008258962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102762472680389387-3873677155473964174?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/3873677155473964174/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-traded-haven-to-stay-on-their-side.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/3873677155473964174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/3873677155473964174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-traded-haven-to-stay-on-their-side.html' title='&quot; I traded a haven to stay on their side. &quot; *'/><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08449353288497972868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6SduNvsOyNI/TCNrlf0da5I/AAAAAAAAAcY/1XhDN9Z1CJE/s72-c/0,,40339868,00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-7987768491536126769</id><published>2010-06-07T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T19:12:56.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;blockquote style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; quotes: none; border-left-style: none; line-height: 26px; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Eu sou uma eterna apaixonada por palavras. Música. E pessoas inteiras. Não me importa seu sobrenome, onde você nasceu, quanto carrega no bolso. Pessoas vazias são chatas e me dão sono. Gosto de quem mete a cara, arrisca o verso, desafia a vida…Eu sou criança. E vou crescer assim. Gosto de abraçar apertado, sentir alegria inteira, inventar mundos, inventar amores. O simples me faz rir, o complicado me aborrece."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;cite style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; float: left; clear: both; width: 600px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;–  Fernanda Mello &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102762472680389387-7987768491536126769?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/7987768491536126769/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/06/eu-sou-uma-eterna-apaixonada-por.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/7987768491536126769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/7987768491536126769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/06/eu-sou-uma-eterna-apaixonada-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08449353288497972868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-8329907021321330828</id><published>2010-06-04T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T18:34:26.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Penso, penso e penso o tempo todo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;sinto uma ânsia enorme dentro de mim, mas não de tristeza, de algo que eu não sei, talvez de me sentir mais leve, de estar livre, de uma tarde olhar para o mar, ou mesmo para a minha represa, e seu pôr do sol inesquecível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;as vezes sinto falta da minha infância, sinto falta de um dia qualquer brincando com o meu irmão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;das tardes com a minha família, das noites que passávamos na casa do meu avô, minha família jogando poker, e eu com os meus pequenos brincando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;falta das coisas mais simples. mas tudo muda, não digo pra pior, apenas mudam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mas agradeço a Deus, por tudo, por ter me dado uma irmã maravilhosa, que é minha continuação, e agora, mais um irmão a caminho, nada poderia ser melhor do que isso. acho que pode até ser isso, estamos tão ansiosos para ele chegar, quero tanto conhece-lo, que acho que quando eu olhar nos olhinhos dele, tudo vai parecer mais lindo, tudo vai mudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;esse post, sem motivo, é mais para agradecer todos que eu tenho, minha família acima de tudo, porque eles são a minha vida, meus queridos. e aos meus melhores amigos, que me alegram tanto, e que são uma parte grande de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;espero que esse estado de alegria não passe! sei que há momentos que tem coisas que realmente chateiam, mas é sempre aquilo, se o homem te faz chorar, Deus quer te ver sorrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/9102762472680389387-8329907021321330828?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/8329907021321330828/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/06/penso-penso-e-penso-o-tempo-todo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/8329907021321330828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/8329907021321330828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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palavras de efeito, palavras são palavras, o&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; efeito, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; são nossas atitudes diante das circunstâncias. "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Edson Trokideias &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;F&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; line-height: normal; font-size: small; "&gt;alcão &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102762472680389387-5055738851996719336?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/5055738851996719336/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/05/n-ao-existem-palavras-de-efeito.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/5055738851996719336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/5055738851996719336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/05/n-ao-existem-palavras-de-efeito.html' title=''/><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08449353288497972868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-7985131595055786570</id><published>2010-05-05T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T19:19:59.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Sou pessoa de dentro pra fora. Minha beleza está na minha essência e no meu caráter. Acredito em sonhos, não em utopia. Mas quando sonho, sonho alto. Estou aqui é pra viver, cair, aprender, levantar e seguir em frente.&lt;br /&gt;Sou isso hoje...&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã, já me reinventei.&lt;br /&gt;Reinvento-me sempre que a vida pede um pouco mais de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Sou complexa, sou mistura, sou mulher com cara de menina... E vice-versa. Me perco, me procuro e me acho. E quando necessário, enlouqueço e deixo rolar...&lt;br /&gt;Não me dôo pela metade, não sou tua meio amiga nem teu quase amor. Ou sou tudo ou sou nada. Não suporto meio termos. Sou boba, mas não sou burra. Ingênua, mas não santa. Sou pessoa de riso fácil...e choro também!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Tati Bernardi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102762472680389387-7985131595055786570?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/7985131595055786570/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/05/sou-pessoa-de-dentro-pra-fora.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/7985131595055786570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/7985131595055786570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/05/sou-pessoa-de-dentro-pra-fora.html' title=''/><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08449353288497972868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-2862838038614059046</id><published>2010-05-03T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T18:26:16.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou daqui;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SduNvsOyNI/S993LumVH6I/AAAAAAAAAZk/v7YPQOq5C0s/s1600/DSC07030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SduNvsOyNI/S993LumVH6I/AAAAAAAAAZk/v7YPQOq5C0s/s320/DSC07030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467219516022136738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" Esse é o meu chão, é o meu lar, e aqui meus primeiros passou vou dar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nessa terra onde eu nasci, tudo aqui me chama, sou daqui .. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;h1 id="watch-headline-title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; height: 23px; max-height: 23px; line-height: 23px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="" title="Sou Daqui (Here I'Am) Spirit - O Corcel Indomável" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Here I'Am - Spirit &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&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/9102762472680389387-2862838038614059046?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/2862838038614059046/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/05/sou-daqui.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/2862838038614059046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/2862838038614059046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/05/sou-daqui.html' title='Sou daqui;'/><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08449353288497972868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SduNvsOyNI/S993LumVH6I/AAAAAAAAAZk/v7YPQOq5C0s/s72-c/DSC07030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-8505031774292939219</id><published>2010-04-29T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:11:47.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SduNvsOyNI/S9oyaShv3rI/AAAAAAAAAZc/ZrobAXXzhvs/s1600/irmao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SduNvsOyNI/S9oyaShv3rI/AAAAAAAAAZc/ZrobAXXzhvs/s320/irmao.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465736524998893234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Como descrever o que estou sentindo? Sei que ele será parte de mim, será minha continuidade, vai ser quem eu vou ensinar, e proteger acima de tudo, vou passar momentos maravilhosos ao lado do meu irmão. Já o amo, e muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Queria agradecer, até aqui, a Deus, por este presente tão maravilhoso que virá no Natal, queria agradecer pela minha família que cada vez está crescendo mais e mais, com essas estrelinhas que iluminam nossa vida, trazendo alegrias, paz e amor, todos os dias! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Obrigada, obrigada obrigada. obrigada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102762472680389387-8505031774292939219?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/8505031774292939219/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/04/antonio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/8505031774292939219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/8505031774292939219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/04/antonio.html' title='♥'/><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08449353288497972868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SduNvsOyNI/S9oyaShv3rI/AAAAAAAAAZc/ZrobAXXzhvs/s72-c/irmao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-8669329916475210271</id><published>2010-04-24T19:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T10:30:12.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bom, eu acho que pelo menos eu ainda tenho direito de desabafar sozinha, com meu blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;eu sim, não estou acostumada com isso deu ficar mal, e quem é "próximo" a mim fugir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e se eu parar pra pensar, mesmo com tudo isso que aconteceu comigo e com ele, eu poderia estar mal por qualquer coisa, de uma coisa eu tenho certeza, ele nunca me deixaria mal, aqui sozinha, pra fazer qualquer coisa, e eu sei que com ele eu posso realmente contar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mas e quando o motivo é ele? quem eu tenho pra desabafar? pela vigésima vez, ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e não, não estou falando que não tenho amigos, porque tenho sim, e sei de CADA vez que cada um me ajudou. mas é que eu cansei de ter que pedir, de ter que implorar, cansei mesmo, acho que isso são atitudes de amigos, e não dependem de mim ficar falando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E eu por ser uma pessoa que não posso ver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;NINGUÉM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; mal, muito menos alguém que eu gosto,faço de tudo para poder alegrar, nem que tenha que fazer qualquer coisas, porque eu sei sim saber o que é realmente importante, e eu não consigo ficar bem, se quem eu amo não está bem,e por isso eu acho que fariam o mesmo por mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ilusão né.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;infelizmente eu me afastei de algumas pessoas, e por isso elas não sabem como estou, e eu sinto muito por isso, porque tenho certeza que alguma, pelo menos, estaria comigo aqui, agora, para me abraçar, para tentar me alegrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ps: preciso mesmo aprender a gostar de quem gosta de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Abençoados os que possuem amigos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;os que os têm sem pedir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Amigo não tem hora pra consolar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Machado de Assis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/9102762472680389387-8669329916475210271?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/8669329916475210271/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/04/bom-eu-acho-que-pelo-menos-eu-ainda_1296.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/8669329916475210271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/8669329916475210271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/04/bom-eu-acho-que-pelo-menos-eu-ainda_1296.html' title=''/><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08449353288497972868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-1746355865335376191</id><published>2010-04-24T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T18:24:53.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Sou as minhas atitudes, os meus sentimentos, as minhas idéias...&lt;br /&gt;O que realmente faz valer a pena estar vivo, não há filmadora ou máquina fotográfica que registre...&lt;br /&gt;Surpresas, gargalhadas, lágrimas, enfim, o que eu sinto, quem eu sou, você só vai perceber quando olhar nos meus olhos, ou melhor, além deles..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;- Clarice Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102762472680389387-1746355865335376191?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/1746355865335376191/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/04/sou-as-minhas-atitudes-os-meus.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/1746355865335376191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/1746355865335376191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/04/sou-as-minhas-atitudes-os-meus.html' title=''/><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08449353288497972868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-3323863858674843500</id><published>2010-04-10T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T21:42:49.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;" Falar é completamente fácil quando se tem palavras em mente que expressem sua opinião. Difícil é expressar por gestos e atitudes o que realmente queremos dizer, o quanto queremos dizer, antes que a pessoa se vá. Fácil é julgar pessoas que estão sendo expostas pelas circunstâncias. Difícil é encontrar e refletir sobre os seus erros, ou tentar fazer diferente algo que já fez muito errado. Fácil é ser colega, fazer companhia a alguém, dizer o que ele deseja ouvir. Difícil é ser amigo para todas as horas e dizer sempre a verdade quando for preciso, e com confiança no que diz. Fácil é analisar a situação alheia e poder aconselhar sobre esta situação. Difícil é vivenciar esta situação e saber o que fazer. Ou ter coragem para fazer. Fácil é demonstrar raiva e impaciência quando algo o deixa irritado. Difícil é expressar o seu amor a alguém que realmente te conhece, te respeita e te entende. E é assim que perdemos pessoas especiais. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Carlos Drummond de Andrade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/9102762472680389387-3323863858674843500?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/3323863858674843500/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/04/falar-e-completamente-facil-quando-se.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/3323863858674843500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/3323863858674843500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/04/falar-e-completamente-facil-quando-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08449353288497972868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-2102627006431412295</id><published>2010-03-27T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T23:39:59.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Triste é não chorar&lt;br /&gt;Sim eu também chorei&lt;br /&gt;E não, não há nenhum remédio&lt;br /&gt;Pra curar essa dor&lt;br /&gt;Que ainda não passou&lt;br /&gt;Mas vai passar!&lt;br /&gt;A dor que nos machucou&lt;br /&gt;E não, não há nenhum relógio&lt;br /&gt;pra fazer voltar... O tempo voa!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nando Reis. ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102762472680389387-2102627006431412295?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/2102627006431412295/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/03/triste-e-nao-chorar-sim-eu-tambem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/2102627006431412295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/2102627006431412295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/03/triste-e-nao-chorar-sim-eu-tambem.html' title=''/><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08449353288497972868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-2124039901198527664</id><published>2010-03-13T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T15:58:27.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>14 de março.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6SduNvsOyNI/S5xqWBPtGoI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Fm7MECodRQE/s1600-h/Digitalizar0232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6SduNvsOyNI/S5xqWBPtGoI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Fm7MECodRQE/s320/Digitalizar0232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448346575735429762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Você é minha inspiração,sinto muito sua falta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; te amo e sempre amarei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;s2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102762472680389387-2124039901198527664?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6SduNvsOyNI/S5xqWBPtGoI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Fm7MECodRQE/s72-c/Digitalizar0232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-3974943198765846680</id><published>2010-03-12T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T12:05:36.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bom, já faz 1 mês que eu não posto aqui. essa distancia do blog não é nem por falta de tempo, é por não saber o que escrever, tem coisas que eu estou guardando pra mim, e quando eu sinto um aperto, venho para o meu refúgio interior, é que esse blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Esses dias, eu tenho observado muito as pessoas sabe? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;sabe, eu acho que quando eu estou mal, emocionalmente, as pessoas não entendem, acham que eu não tenho direito de ficar mal, acha que a Sofia alegre de todos os dias não pode NUNCA fraquejar, e isso me faz parar e pensar, eu tenho com quem contar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;assim, aquelas que quando você precisa, larga tudo, e vai conversar com você, de verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;quando alguém está mal por qualquer coisa, eu estou lá, levantando a auto-estima dela, e não jogando coisas na cara da pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas qualquer coisa que eu diga, ou sou mal interpretada, ou simplesmente fico como a louca, a grossa da história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu precisava de uma pessoa, que me fizesse sentir segura, que eu pudesse contar, que estaria do meu lado, não apenas na hora de sair, mas também nas que eu preciso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;só de soltar isso tudo que estava engasgado dentro de mim, já dá um alivio enoorme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;enfim, é isso. ;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08449353288497972868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-1752148117447432946</id><published>2010-02-14T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T10:18:56.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6SduNvsOyNI/S3g2sZJm6yI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FtjG33JL-xY/s1600-h/gatunino+e+cavalinho+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6SduNvsOyNI/S3g2sZJm6yI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FtjG33JL-xY/s320/gatunino+e+cavalinho+016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438156686343203618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"O gato é uma lição diária de afeto verdadeiro e fiel. Suas manifestações são íntimas e profundas. Exigem recolhimento, entrega, atenção. Desatentos não agradam os gatos. Bulhosos os irritam. Tudo o que precise de promoção ou explicação, quer afirmação. Vive do verdadeiro e não se ilude com aparências. Ninguém em toda natureza aprendeu a bastar-se (até na higiene) a si mesmo como o gato!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;oficinadosanimais.blogspot.com/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me considero com uma sorte interminável de ter meus dois gatinhos, meus companheiros de todos os dias, meus melhores amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não consigo entender como alguém no mundo pode não gostar de gatos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas o que me deixa mais feliz é que ainda existem pessoas que fazem de tudo para poder ajudar um felino, poder adotar algum animal de rua que esteja sofrendo, acho que isso é um ato de bondade, e com isso estará colocando em prática nas boas atitudes, nas mudanças que quer ver, e não ficando apenas no pensamento. e com isso trará felicidade para ambos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E você? Tem multiplicado um gesto de amor, ou tem recuado frente à primeira dificuldade?!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102762472680389387-1752148117447432946?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/1752148117447432946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-gato-e-uma-licao-diaria-de-afeto.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/1752148117447432946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/1752148117447432946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-gato-e-uma-licao-diaria-de-afeto.html' title=''/><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08449353288497972868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6SduNvsOyNI/S3g2sZJm6yI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FtjG33JL-xY/s72-c/gatunino+e+cavalinho+016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-991283533307442510</id><published>2010-02-13T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T19:04:03.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Inúmeras vezes do meu dia, nos lugares mais diferentes, seja na rua, no shopping, em alguma aula, eu começo a refletir sobre a vida, as vezes ouvindo alguém falar algo, ou apenas com um olhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;começo a pensar no futuro, de um modo geral. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;das pessoas que não estão em um caminho bom, da natureza, das crianças jogadas, que o mundo fecha os olhos para elas, ou até mesmo o meu futuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;será que estamos fazendo a coisa certa? se você olhar em volta, cada um está no seu canto, fechado, com seu fone. mas em contra-partida, tem aqueles que por mais que estejam cansados, não deixam de abrir um sorriso, e faz com que todos que olhem se contagiem, e assim o mundo caminhemelhor. 'um sorriso pode desarmar uma guerra', 'se você sorrir o mundo sorri pra você', pra mim são frases que inspiram, que fazem o dia a dia caminhar melhor, para quem está disposto a ser sempre uma pessoa melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;as vezes me sinto na obrigação de ajudar ao próximo, sou uma pessoa saudável, Deus me deu 2 pernas e 2 braços, e me sinto mal de ficar sentada olhando tudo isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;as vezes eu leio em alguns blogs, falando sobre atitudes bonitas, mudanças, e no concreto mesmo, não fazem nada para melhorar a sua volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2010 tenho certeza que vai ser um ano com muita saúde, e com grandes realizações. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;esteja sempre comigo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102762472680389387-991283533307442510?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-7950801253347520700</id><published>2010-02-13T16:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T16:47:54.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Não posso ser uma mulher incompleta, tem tanto amor dentro de mim que, mesmo eu sendo inteira, quase já não cabe."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tati Bernardi &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102762472680389387-7950801253347520700?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/7950801253347520700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/02/nao-posso-ser-uma-mulher-incompleta-tem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/7950801253347520700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/7950801253347520700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/02/nao-posso-ser-uma-mulher-incompleta-tem.html' title=''/><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08449353288497972868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-3406796031718966360</id><published>2010-02-09T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T10:19:23.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Para alguns pode parecer bobeira, mais é como se estivessem me tirando metade de mim, porque é o que ele é pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;Pedi a Deus inúmeras vezes, e peço de novo, ouça as minha preçes, por favor.&lt;br /&gt;E é como eu disse, faça comigo mais não com ele, um bichinho indefeso, que não tem pecado nenhum, só soube me trazer alegria a cada dia que passa.&lt;br /&gt;te amo gatunino. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102762472680389387-3406796031718966360?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/3406796031718966360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/02/para-alguns-pode-parecer-bobeira-mais-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/3406796031718966360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/3406796031718966360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/02/para-alguns-pode-parecer-bobeira-mais-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08449353288497972868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-4912197312919714824</id><published>2010-01-25T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T17:38:47.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>retrospectiva;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Começo de ano é sempre bom fazer um balanço dos anos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;passados, e fazer planos para o futuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;fico feliz em saber que estamos em constantes mudanças, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;tenho vontade de estar sempre crescendo, para mim e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;para os outros, ser cada dia uma pessoa melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;eu tive uma infância incrível, e agradeço imensamente a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Deus por ter me dado a melhor família, e alguns amigos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;inesquecíveis,por eu ter 2 gatinhos que são a minha vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;depois de um tempinho, passei a aprender a dividir as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;coisas com um irmão, aprendi a brincar de carrinho e hoje &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;tenho mais 3 irmãos, dois são do coração, um deles me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;encanta com o amor pelos animais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;tive uma perda de uma pessoa que significava muito para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mim, e espero que ela saiba disso, que além de tudo que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;nós temos iguais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;minha Avó me ensinou a verdadeira beleza de cuidar da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;natureza, me ensinou valores, que eu nunca vou esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;antes eu falava que seria modela, já pensei em ser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;escritora, mas acho que a minha missão é ajudar, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;quem não pode se defender,os animais, da qual eu tenho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;um sentimento enorme de proteger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e agora meu pensamento é de que, qualquer coisa que eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;já tenha passado, tudo valeu a pena, tudo é um processo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;de evolução, e que daqui para frente eu possa aprender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mais e mais, podendo sempre estar ao lado de quem eu amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: normal; line-height: 16px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;p  style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85);  font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"É a vida, é bonita&lt;br /&gt;E é bonita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Viver!&lt;br /&gt;E não ter a vergonha&lt;br /&gt;De ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Cantar e cantar e cantar&lt;br /&gt;A beleza de ser&lt;br /&gt;Um eterno aprendiz..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gonzaguinha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102762472680389387-4912197312919714824?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/4912197312919714824/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/01/retrospectiva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/4912197312919714824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/4912197312919714824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/01/retrospectiva.html' title='retrospectiva;'/><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08449353288497972868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-8869572526028354796</id><published>2010-01-04T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T21:03:37.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;" Pensando bem eu gosto mesmo de você,&lt;br /&gt;pensando bem quero﻿ dizer, que amo ter te conhecido .."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Victor e Leo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/9102762472680389387-8869572526028354796?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/8869572526028354796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/01/pensando-bem-eu-gosto-mesmo-de-voce.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/8869572526028354796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/8869572526028354796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/01/pensando-bem-eu-gosto-mesmo-de-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08449353288497972868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-447409120044935833</id><published>2010-01-01T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T17:34:06.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 *</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Estou tão ansiosa por esse ano, hoje, senti uma coisa tão, mais tão forte em mim, que sabe, nem estou lendo o que estou escrevendo, está saindo automaticamente do meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu tive a certeza que o meu futuro será ajudar, amar incondicionalmente os animais, esses peludos tão amados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Escolher uma profissão, no primeiro dia do ano está sendo, no mínimo especial, porque na verdade, isso vem de mim desde pequena, veio de onde eu nasci, no campo, com animais por todos os lados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mesmo morando na cidade, eu sempre dava um jeito de "driblar" alguém para ficar com um animal, tão indefeso, que estava na rua, mas hoje eu tive essa certeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu sinto uma coisa dentro de mim, de defende-los, tão grande, só quero pedir força, pois eu darei tudo de mim para que esse meu sonho seja possível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Esses dias eu estava lendo um livro, que falava sobre escolhas, decisões, e lá dizia que que se você não tivesse um sonho, uma decisão, e fosse a luta para conquistar, era como se não existisse, vivesse sem rumo, e de uma certa forma isso é verdade, é assim que você acaba conhecendo a si mesmo, e algumas vezes pode errar, e tem que saber como lidar com isso, e levantar, com cabeça erguida para o próximo dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Estou super feliz, emocionada, tudo! nunca senti algo tão forte, sobre mim mesma, sobre alguma decisão. Comecei o ano novo com toda fé. Obrigada Deus, por me proporcionar isso, e tudo mais. Obrigada. Obrigada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xs44G7ib8UU&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xs44G7ib8UU&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;;*&lt;/span&gt; FELIZ 2010! *-*&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/9102762472680389387-447409120044935833?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/447409120044935833/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/447409120044935833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/447409120044935833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010 *'/><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08449353288497972868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-3343850999432675399</id><published>2009-12-31T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T10:53:43.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Até o ano que vem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Foi um ano bom. Cheio de conquistas, surpresas, de coisas boas! Foi um ano rico.. rico em bênçãos e eu só tenho a agradecer. Agradecer a Deus por ter me concedido a graça de estar no colegial, por ter me dado a melhor familia do mundo, meus pais, meus irmãos, primos, tios, minha madrinha e meu avô, todos tão amados ... a oportunidade de estar no colegial, e conhecer todos aqueles seres importantes que conheci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fui abençoada com um amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Minha irmã cresceu absurdamente nesse ano! Crescemos tanto juntas! Tantas descobertas, tantas participações!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Encontrei pessoas, professoras, encarei situações... fizeram grande diferença em minha vida e vou levar pra sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Espero em Deus que 2010 seja rico como 2009. E que, qualquer que seja a experiência, eu possa tirar proveito de cada uma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2010 pode vir. Estou ansiosa...! ;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/9102762472680389387-3343850999432675399?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/3343850999432675399/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2009/12/ate-o-ano-que-vem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/3343850999432675399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/3343850999432675399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2009/12/ate-o-ano-que-vem.html' title='Até o ano que vem!'/><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08449353288497972868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-7108075585884066371</id><published>2009-12-23T22:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T22:54:06.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E minha estrela-guia é o teu riso ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SduNvsOyNI/SzMP-cU2l-I/AAAAAAAAAWc/ZhB1VfMQbto/s1600-h/menina+146+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SduNvsOyNI/SzMP-cU2l-I/AAAAAAAAAWc/ZhB1VfMQbto/s400/menina+146+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418692342086801378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102762472680389387-7108075585884066371?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/7108075585884066371/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-minha-estrela-guia-e-o-teu-riso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/7108075585884066371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/7108075585884066371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-minha-estrela-guia-e-o-teu-riso.html' title='E minha estrela-guia é o teu riso ;'/><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08449353288497972868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SduNvsOyNI/SzMP-cU2l-I/AAAAAAAAAWc/ZhB1VfMQbto/s72-c/menina+146+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-174579267480973028</id><published>2009-12-21T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T23:07:18.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu finalmente estou de férias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e sabe o que é mais estranho? O mais estranho é eu achar estranho não ter nada pra fazer. Acho que foi ontem, quando eu percebi que tinha a tarde livre, que eu pensei: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nossa, tem alguma coisa pra estudar? Agora seria uma boa hora... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Foi aí que eu me toquei e começei a rir... Afinal eu estou de férias... Não tenho mais que estudar pra nada.&lt;br /&gt;Parece que eu precisava poder dormir até tarde, pra perceber que eu estava precisando de algumas horas a mais na cama, e parece que eu precisava de algumas tardes e noites livres, pra perceber o quanto eu precisava de tempo e espaço pra mim mesma, pra ficar na internet sem me preocupar com horário, pra dormir só quando eu sentir sono e não porque o outro dia iria ser pesado e cheio de coisas pra fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que na correria e na rotina do dia a dia, a gente se esquece da gente mesmo, e das coisas que nos fazem bem. Se esquece que precisamos de espaço pra nós mesmos, pra ficar sozinhos um pouco e curtir até mesmo essa solidão.&lt;br /&gt;Nesses dias que precedem o final do ano e o começo de um novo, é quase impossível não parar e ficar lembrando das coisas que aconteceram nesses últimos 12 meses, e é quase impossível também não se avaliar, não pensar e muito no que você precisa mudar, no que você quer mudar. Ao menos comigo, é sempre assim.&lt;br /&gt;E foi pensando em tudo isso que eu descobri que eu quero ser uma amiga melhor, uma filha melhor, uma irmã melhor...Uma dona dos meus gatinhos melhor, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que eu não sou perfeita e ser perfeito é impossível. Mas é sempre bom ter em mente que podemos mudar em nós muita coisa, podemos sempre ser melhores.&lt;br /&gt;E nessas férias, eu quero mais é descansar e fazer coisas que eu gosto de fazer, quero viajar, quero dormir até tarde, quero ir pra praia, quero aproveitar com meus amigos, com meus familiares, quero sentir que mesmo o mundo não sendo perfeito e as coisas nem sempre serem do jeito que a gente quer e possível ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;E parte da minha felicidade depende das pessoas que eu gosto estarem felizes também.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;Vamos curtir as férias gente, porque um novo ano está chegando e as férias sempre passam em um piscar de olhos e em breve a correria volta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Feliiz natal e um 2010 com muita saúde e paz para todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquem com DEUS sempre. ;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102762472680389387-174579267480973028?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/174579267480973028/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2009/12/eu-finalmente-estou-de-ferias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/174579267480973028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/174579267480973028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2009/12/eu-finalmente-estou-de-ferias.html' title=''/><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08449353288497972868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-4379648503115076794</id><published>2009-12-20T22:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T22:38:53.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo foi completo com você por perto *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(99, 32, 53); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6SduNvsOyNI/Sy8WYHPY9mI/AAAAAAAAAWM/2cCdlB8S5hs/s1600-h/ps2.jpg" style="color: rgb(191, 39, 126); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6SduNvsOyNI/Sy8WYHPY9mI/AAAAAAAAAWM/2cCdlB8S5hs/s320/ps2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417573480266266210" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 201px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Em meio a tantos sentimentos colocados nesse blog durante um ano, estou eu aqui de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sabe, ele me confunde tanto, quando eu acho que estou certa de alguma coisa, ele vai lá e embaralha tudo, e eu vou nessa onda, não sei onde vai chegar, e como diz uma música, e só de te olhar já sou teu refém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;TUDO me leva até ele, eu tenho tudo que qualquer garota queira, um namorado presente, que ame infinitamente e mostre isso todos os dias, mas não sinto que essa seja a nossa hora, não quero ficar junto, e depois de um tempinho separar, de vez sabe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Enfim, quero que hoje fique super registrado aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sábado, eu desanimada porque não iria pro meu desfile, quem chega aqui em casa? ELE! é, ele!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;ele viria pro meu desfile, já que eu tinha praticamente certeza que nenhuma amiga iria, porque há sempre compromissos para o meu dia, enfim, ele iria. *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Intão já que eu estava sozinha, fomos sair, almoçar juntos e depois ir pra qualquer lugar, o mais incrível é que ele conhece SP melhor que eu, fomos pra paulista, e foi tudo ótimo. fomos em uma casa das flores, tinha umas pinturas também, me senti TÃO bem lá. Foi o melhor fds, depois de tanta choradeira estando sozinha, quando os "amigos" fogem né, ele veio e tudo ficou em paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;E os detalhes fica com a gente :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tenho certeza esses momentos foram ótimos para começar 2010 com o pé direito, e vai dar tudo certo como ele sempre diz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;te espero no farol ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/9102762472680389387-4379648503115076794?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/4379648503115076794/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2009/12/tudo-foi-completo-com-voce-por-perto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/4379648503115076794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/4379648503115076794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2009/12/tudo-foi-completo-com-voce-por-perto.html' title='Tudo foi completo com você por perto *'/><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08449353288497972868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6SduNvsOyNI/Sy8WYHPY9mI/AAAAAAAAAWM/2cCdlB8S5hs/s72-c/ps2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-3223190572372621599</id><published>2009-12-10T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T19:35:45.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas pequeninas..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6SduNvsOyNI/SyG918GzAvI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jZzjCcUMJbY/s1600-h/fiaa+148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6SduNvsOyNI/SyG918GzAvI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jZzjCcUMJbY/s320/fiaa+148.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413816961441399538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;..grandiosamente amáveis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102762472680389387-3223190572372621599?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/3223190572372621599/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2009/12/coisas-pequeninas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/3223190572372621599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/3223190572372621599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2009/12/coisas-pequeninas.html' title='Coisas pequeninas..'/><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08449353288497972868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6SduNvsOyNI/SyG918GzAvI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jZzjCcUMJbY/s72-c/fiaa+148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102762472680389387.post-4100103580228236020</id><published>2009-10-27T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T20:42:25.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SduNvsOyNI/Sue9mgAFrpI/AAAAAAAAAUs/bePsn9opH-g/s1600-h/Digitalizar0176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SduNvsOyNI/Sue9mgAFrpI/AAAAAAAAAUs/bePsn9opH-g/s320/Digitalizar0176.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397491147549814418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu estou com uma angustia tão grande, não sei como explicar.&lt;div&gt;Quando isso aconteceu acho que a minha ficha não caiu, eu nunca me esqueço deu com o meu irmão, ele era tão pequenininho, a gente passeando por aquele lugar, sem se tocar do que estava acontecendo, sei que minha familia estava sofrendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando eu começo a relembrar de você, me da um sofrimento tão grande, que parece arrancar meu coração, parece que quando você se foi levou boa parte de mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;São tantos momentos que eu queria que você estivesse presente, comigo, ninguém sabe a falta que você me faz, e não só a mim, a família toda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ver meu pai chorando no aniversário de 1 ano da minha irmã, pela falta dela. Ver a família reunida, mais estar faltando alguma coisa.. você. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas de alguma forma tento suprir isso, pensando em você, olhando nossas fotos, mas a dor parece aumentar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você soube me ensinar a amar as pessoas, a cuidar sempre dos animais, não havia em lugar algum flores tão bonitas iguais as suas, me ensinou a cuidar da natureza, ensinou a ser verdadeira, você sempre foi batalhadora, ja passou por tanta coisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu olho para minhas fotos de pequena, e como era bom morar em Ribeirão, de verdade, cada vez que eu vou para lá, eu me sinto em casa, passei tantos momentos bons lá, e aqui não me identifico com praticamente ninguém, acho que eu ainda tenho a esperança que eu vou acordar e tudo isso vai ser apenas um pesadelo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sinto sua falta, te amo eternamente Claudete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: normal;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102762472680389387-4100103580228236020?l=tilltheends2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/feeds/4100103580228236020/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2009/10/agora-eu-estou-com-uma-angustia-tao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/4100103580228236020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102762472680389387/posts/default/4100103580228236020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilltheends2.blogspot.com/2009/10/agora-eu-estou-com-uma-angustia-tao.html' title=''/><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08449353288497972868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvE1JWjw0b4/TwPqRD3TAiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8HhSVOH1s5A/s220/c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SduNvsOyNI/Sue9mgAFrpI/AAAAAAAAAUs/bePsn9opH-g/s72-c/Digitalizar0176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
