<?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-1498627316198243225</id><updated>2012-02-09T06:04:18.042-08:00</updated><category term='flores'/><category term='pensamentos'/><category term='Que eu fiz'/><category term='mãe'/><category term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>com.problema</title><subtitle type='html'>Viver é enfrentar um problema atrás do outro.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>134</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-185058541901735726</id><published>2011-01-10T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T18:32:08.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_leu3pp3Scr1qbfttpo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_leu3pp3Scr1qbfttpo1_400.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-185058541901735726?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/185058541901735726/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=185058541901735726&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/185058541901735726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/185058541901735726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-4958298073538727668</id><published>2010-12-30T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T06:57:26.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Que venha mais um ano</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldsrcyZkwu1qeegp5o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldsrcyZkwu1qeegp5o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Que o tempo leve embora tudo o que não foi bom. Que esse novo ano que está pra chegar seja repleto de alegrias, sorrisos, amores, sinceridade. Que todos sejam mais felizes, que haja menos sofrimento. Que os amores sejam correspondidos. Que as amizades sejam verdadeiras. Faça novos amigos, vá à lugares diferentes. Faça o que der vontade, não se arrependa por ter feito algo, demonstre seus sentimentos independente se ele será ou não correspondido. Sorria. E que esse novo ano que chega seja melhor do que esse que vai ficando para trás.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;2O11&lt;/strong&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/1498627316198243225-4958298073538727668?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/4958298073538727668/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=4958298073538727668&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/4958298073538727668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/4958298073538727668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/12/que-venha-mais-um-ano.html' title='Que venha mais um ano'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-7821429184656479454</id><published>2010-12-19T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T10:43:20.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/TQ5SA6rYZaI/AAAAAAAAA3M/16_gwEt-ya0/s1600/tumblr_kqbzj5pea41qzeey8o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/TQ5SA6rYZaI/AAAAAAAAA3M/16_gwEt-ya0/s400/tumblr_kqbzj5pea41qzeey8o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-7821429184656479454?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/7821429184656479454/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=7821429184656479454&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/7821429184656479454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/7821429184656479454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/TQ5SA6rYZaI/AAAAAAAAA3M/16_gwEt-ya0/s72-c/tumblr_kqbzj5pea41qzeey8o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-5816833345186631802</id><published>2010-12-15T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T14:26:44.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldhmp1m3cJ1qbvoxro1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldhmp1m3cJ1qbvoxro1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;E quando te perguntarem qual foi a melhor coisa que aconteceu na sua vida, o que irá responder?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-5816833345186631802?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/5816833345186631802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=5816833345186631802&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/5816833345186631802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/5816833345186631802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/12/e-quando-te-perguntarem-qual-foi-melhor.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-532218513831795889</id><published>2010-12-14T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T09:23:17.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ld6g86hUUk1qc6k8bo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ld6g86hUUk1qc6k8bo1_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Não é o que os outros falam que vai fazer com que o meu amor por você mude. Não são as pessoas que vão julgar o que sinto por você. Eu te amo e sempre te amarei! Seja na chuva, no frio ou no calor..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-532218513831795889?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/532218513831795889/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=532218513831795889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/532218513831795889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/532218513831795889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/12/n%C3%A3o-%C3%A9-o-que-os-outros-falam-que-vai.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-5899531675559110125</id><published>2010-12-14T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T08:58:43.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large;"&gt;Voltei&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;depois de tanto tempo ausente, resolvi reativa o blog :*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-5899531675559110125?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/5899531675559110125/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=5899531675559110125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/5899531675559110125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/5899531675559110125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/12/voltei.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-5784822740143458080</id><published>2010-10-17T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T16:58:09.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;Desativado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apenas por alguns dias.Visitem:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://sintofalta.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sintofalta.tumblr&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-5784822740143458080?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/5784822740143458080/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=5784822740143458080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/5784822740143458080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/5784822740143458080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/10/desativado-apenas-por-alguns-dias.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-8241632352756132129</id><published>2010-09-29T15:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T16:00:14.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause you're my everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;You make me sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;You're every line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;You're every word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;You're everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;You're every song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;  Eu poderia começar isso repetindo as palavras de Caio Fernando e dizer que você cresceu em mim de um jeito insuspeitado! Que você aos poucos me obrigou a abrir as cortinas, as janelas, as portas, o coração! Poderia começar dizendo que "você é tudo que eu pediria se eu me conhecesse o suficiente para saber o que é melhor pra mim", não são bem com estas palavras que eu quero hoje demonstrar o que eu sinto.Eu adoro seus sorriso, que adoro seus dentes, seu cheiro, seu abraço, e o modo como você me ama. Acho estranho e lindo você admirar em mim as coisas que menos gosto. E  tudo que já disse e tudo que posso vir a dizer o que fica de lição pra mim é que você me ensinou o que é o amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;  Isso que sinto hoje nem de longe é o que já senti por alguém algum dia, te confesso que atravessar a porta da minha casa com você a primeira vez foi um dos sentimentos mais lindos, e ter você num domingo qualquer só pra mim é o que faz todo o resto da semana valer a pena.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;  Ter você por todos estes meses, faz com que toda a vida valha a pena. Eu amo você. E eu vou amar pelo resto da minha vida. meu amor, meu anjo..♥ &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/1498627316198243225-8241632352756132129?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/8241632352756132129/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=8241632352756132129&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/8241632352756132129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/8241632352756132129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/09/cause-youre-my-everything.html' title='Cause you&apos;re my everything'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-5560275180762088634</id><published>2010-09-25T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T14:47:11.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As vezes..</title><content type='html'>Eu vou falar bem baixo, espero que ele não me ouça. Mas como ele me dói às vezes. E não é uma dor ruim, sofrida, é uma dor de felicidade extrema que eu achei que nunca iria viver. É uma dor que assusta de tão boa. É como a dor de fazer uma tatuagem, só que você sente aquela dor, aquela alegria e aquele prazer o tempo todo. Você se sente mais bonito porque é uma dor boa de sentir. Me dói essa vontade de querê-lo para sempre, logo. Esse medo de fazer tudo errado e estragar o que poder ser certo pra sempre. Esse medo de achar que o certo é o errado e estragar nosso futuro. Que medo eu sinto de que isso passe e a gente nem perceba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu olho para você e tenho tanta, mas tanta alegria em saber que você existe&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo depois de tantos dias de brigas..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-5560275180762088634?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/5560275180762088634/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=5560275180762088634&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/5560275180762088634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/5560275180762088634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/09/as-vezes.html' title='As vezes..'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-565043307375615078</id><published>2010-09-15T18:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T18:19:59.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acredite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Quando as estrelas cadentes cruzavam meu céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Eu fazia sempre o mesmo pedido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;De ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;...até que um dia elas me atenderam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;e me trouxeram você! - M &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&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/1498627316198243225-565043307375615078?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/565043307375615078/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=565043307375615078&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/565043307375615078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/565043307375615078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/09/acredite.html' title='Acredite'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-2171556875749470652</id><published>2010-09-05T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T11:07:20.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>couldn't live without you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/TIPbEoydluI/AAAAAAAAA2k/Fa1IY99nb7Q/s1600/tumblr_l8a64wRedk1qd6wm6o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/TIPbEoydluI/AAAAAAAAA2k/Fa1IY99nb7Q/s320/tumblr_l8a64wRedk1qd6wm6o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu não queria&amp;nbsp;simplesmente&amp;nbsp;esquecer.. tudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-2171556875749470652?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/2171556875749470652/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=2171556875749470652&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/2171556875749470652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/2171556875749470652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/09/couldnt-live-without-you.html' title='couldn&apos;t live without you'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/TIPbEoydluI/AAAAAAAAA2k/Fa1IY99nb7Q/s72-c/tumblr_l8a64wRedk1qd6wm6o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-6461897682870389453</id><published>2010-09-01T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T19:52:18.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Como dizia o poeta</title><content type='html'>Quem já passou por essa vida e não viveu&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser mais, mas sabe menos do que eu &lt;br /&gt;Porque a vida só se dá pra quem se deu&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem amou, pra quem chorou, pra quem sofreu&lt;br /&gt;Ah, quem nunca curtiu uma paixão nunca vai ter nada, não&lt;br /&gt;Não há mal pior do que a descrença&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo o amor que não compensa é melhor que a solidão&lt;br /&gt;Abre os teus braços, meu irmão, deixa cair&lt;br /&gt;Pra que somar se a gente pode dividir&lt;br /&gt;Eu francamente já não quero nem saber&lt;br /&gt;De quem não vai porque tem medo de sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Ai de quem não rasga o coração, esse não vai ter perdão&lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca curtiu uma paixão, nunca vai ter nada, não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;(Vinícius de Moraes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Agora só pra descontrair. &lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7sc8uptBC1qbwl99o1_500.jpg"&gt;CLICK. :P &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-6461897682870389453?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/6461897682870389453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=6461897682870389453&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/6461897682870389453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/6461897682870389453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/09/como-dizia-o-poeta.html' title='Como dizia o poeta'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-2393589532161637074</id><published>2010-08-29T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T16:34:30.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Destino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/THrtFUDBZEI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/CtgQEM_q3eg/s1600/tumblr_l79z4bNV571qczgi2o1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/THrtFUDBZEI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/CtgQEM_q3eg/s320/tumblr_l79z4bNV571qczgi2o1_400.jpg" width="306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Mesmo que tomemos decisões erradas, sempre aprenderemos algo e no final estaremos aonde temos que estar."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-2393589532161637074?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/2393589532161637074/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=2393589532161637074&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/2393589532161637074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/2393589532161637074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/08/destino.html' title='Destino'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/THrtFUDBZEI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/CtgQEM_q3eg/s72-c/tumblr_l79z4bNV571qczgi2o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-147474978315222392</id><published>2010-08-29T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T16:02:05.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>''Meme''</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 10" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 10" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cadm%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt; Gente, recebi essa brincadeira de uma amiga, é o seguinte, tenho que riscar as coisas que ja fiz, e indicar para 5 blogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;01. Pagar bebida pros seus amigos.&lt;br /&gt;02. Pegar num tubarão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;03. Dizer “eu te amo” sentindo amor de verdade.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Abraçar uma árvore.&lt;br /&gt;05. Achar que vai morrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;06. Ficar acordado a noite inteira e ver o nascer do sol.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;07. Não dormir por 24hrs.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. Cultivar e comer os teus próprios vegetais.&lt;br /&gt;09. Dormir sob as estrelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;10. Mudar a fralda de uma criança.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;11. Ver uma estrela cadente.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;12. Ficar embriagado. &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Doar coisas pra caridade.&lt;br /&gt;14. Olhar para o céu e achar o cruzeiro do sul.&lt;br /&gt;15. Ter um ataque de riso na pior altura possível.&lt;br /&gt;16. Fazer uma luta de comida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;17. Apostar e perder. &lt;/strike&gt;(sempre.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;18. Convidar um estranho para sair.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;19. Fazer guerrinha de papel.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Gritar o mais alto que puder.&lt;br /&gt;20. Pegar num cordeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;21. Andar de montanha russa.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Dançar como um louco e não se preocupar se estão olhando.&lt;br /&gt;23. Falar com sotaque por um dia inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;24. Estar mesmo feliz com a tua vida.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Ter dois hard drives para o computador.&lt;br /&gt;26. Conhecer o teu país.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;27. Cuidar de alguém embriagado.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Ter amigos fantásticos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;29. Dançar com um estranho.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Roubar uma placa/sinal de trânsito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;31. Fazer um passeio de noite na praia.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Ficar de coração partido mais tempo do que se esteve realmente apaixonado.&lt;br /&gt;33. Sentar na mesa de um estranho num restaurante e comer com ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;34. Imitar uma vaca.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Fingir que se é um super-herói.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;36. Cantar karaokê.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;37. Mergulhar.&lt;br /&gt;38. Beijar na chuva.&lt;br /&gt;39. Brincar na lama.&lt;br /&gt;40. Brincar na chuva.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Apaixonar-se e não ficar de coração partido.&lt;br /&gt;42. Visitar locais ancestrais.&lt;br /&gt;43. Fazer uma arte marcial.&lt;br /&gt;44. Entrar num filme.&lt;br /&gt;45. Ser penetra numa festa&lt;br /&gt;46. Ficar sem comer 5 dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;47. Fazer um bolo sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;48. Fazer uma tatuagem.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Receber flores sem razão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;50. Representar num palco.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Gravar música.&lt;br /&gt;52. Ter um caso de uma noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;53. Guardar um segredo.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Cantar bem alto no carro e não parar quando perceber que tem gente olhando.&lt;br /&gt;55. Sobreviver a uma doença em que se podia ter morrido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;56. Perder dinheiro.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;57. Cuidar de alguém com dor de cotovelo.&lt;br /&gt;58. Fazer uma festa legal.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;59. Partir o coração de alguém.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Fazer um piercing.&lt;br /&gt;51. Andar a cavalo.&lt;br /&gt;52. Fazer uma grande cirurgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;53. Comer sushi.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Ter uma foto sua num jornal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;55. Mudar a opinião de alguém sobre alguma coisa em que acreditas profundamente.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;56. Fazer de um inseto um animal de estimação.&lt;br /&gt;57. Selecionar um autor importante que não trabalhou na escola e lê-lo.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Comunicar com uma pessoa sem partilharem uma língua comum.&lt;br /&gt;59. Escrever a sua própria linguagem no computador.&lt;br /&gt;60. Pensar que está vivendo um sonho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;61. Pintar o cabelo&lt;br /&gt;62. Salvar a vida de alguém &lt;/strike&gt;(fui heroina por 5 minutos ;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;ja mandei para os 5 blogs :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-147474978315222392?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/147474978315222392/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=147474978315222392&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/147474978315222392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/147474978315222392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/08/meme.html' title='&apos;&apos;Meme&apos;&apos;'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-2780464043353579656</id><published>2010-08-24T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T12:14:12.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(des)corbertas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3535267/tumblr_l7o3coaH891qc7eoh_large.jpg?1282673845" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3535267/tumblr_l7o3coaH891qc7eoh_large.jpg?1282673845" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eu jamais chegaria aonde cheguei se só andasse em linha reta. Tive que  voltar atrás, andar em círculos, perder dias, perder o rumo, perder a  paciência e me exaurir em tentativas aparentemente inúteis pra encontrar  um quase endereço, uma provável ponte: a entrada do encontro. &lt;i&gt;Acertei o caminho não porque segui as setas, mas porque desrespeitei todas as placas de aviso&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2093278596"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2093278597"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-2780464043353579656?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/2780464043353579656/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=2780464043353579656&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/2780464043353579656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/2780464043353579656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/08/descorbertas.html' title='(des)corbertas'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-5004127420986402711</id><published>2010-08-20T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T10:25:02.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Só um sonho</title><content type='html'>- Foi boa aquela noite, não foi?&lt;br /&gt;- Foi - ela concordou.&lt;br /&gt;- Tão boa, parecia filme e sonho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;(CaioF)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-5004127420986402711?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/5004127420986402711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=5004127420986402711&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/5004127420986402711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/5004127420986402711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-um-sonho.html' title='Só um sonho'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-5897791433394789603</id><published>2010-08-18T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T15:31:35.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breve dica</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/TGxeWS943iI/AAAAAAAAA2U/qDfxiJYgTsQ/s1600/500full-horzg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="95" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/TGxeWS943iI/AAAAAAAAA2U/qDfxiJYgTsQ/s400/500full-horzg.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Vim aqui pra compartilhar com vocês, um pouco da emoção que senti, ao assistir &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;O Fabuloso Destino de Amélie Poulain&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; para quem nunca assistiu esse filme, eu o recomendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;É um filme sobre criatividade, sobre não se  render ao básico, ao tudo igual. É uma história sobre tentar fazer a  vida diferente nas pequenas coisas e transformar a vida dos outros com  pequenos gestos. Amélie pode ser uma personagem que se refugia no  altruísmo para disfarçar o próprio medo, mas assistindo ao filme o que  mais aprendi foi a ter menos medo, a deixar as idéias correrem mais  soltas. Depois de os créditos subirem na tela eu já não tinha mais um  choro engasgado e sim uma sensação de como pude passar tanto tempo de  minha vida sem conhecer essa história?&lt;br /&gt;É um filme supreendente, e concerteza vai mudar a maneira de pensar, de cada um que o assistir.&lt;br /&gt;Deixo aqui também, uma frase do filme que eu gostei muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Então, pequena Amélie, os teus ossos não são feitos de vidro. Podes  levar algumas pancadas da vida. Se deixares escapar esta oportunidade,  eventualmente o teu coração vai ficar tão seco e quebradiço como o meu  esqueleto. Então, vai apanhá-lo!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-5897791433394789603?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/5897791433394789603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=5897791433394789603&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/5897791433394789603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/5897791433394789603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/08/breve-dica.html' title='Breve dica'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/TGxeWS943iI/AAAAAAAAA2U/qDfxiJYgTsQ/s72-c/500full-horzg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-2834012182681682286</id><published>2010-08-17T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T18:13:10.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Algo sobre o amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/TGszP3snxKI/AAAAAAAAA2E/0I8kGOOaFWU/s1600/arrowhearttxt_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/TGszP3snxKI/AAAAAAAAA2E/0I8kGOOaFWU/s320/arrowhearttxt_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O amor não é um peso, ele é leve, como a brisa do vento, no qual te deixa meio desnorteado com o embalo que a outra pessoa provoca.&lt;br /&gt;O amor é um sentimento do qual tantos e tantos escritores tentaram, em palavras, decifra-lo, porém, foram tentativas em vão, pois o amor não pode ser traduzido por palavras,cada pessoa o sente de forma diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Tantas designaçoes pra esse sentimento universal, que envonvem pessoas a partir do primeiro olhar, e isso, dura Pra Sempre.&lt;br /&gt;quando se está amando,são normais algumas brigas, pois, dois seres que vem de 'vidas' diferentes, realmente tem muitas coisas, incomum...&lt;br /&gt;mais quando o outro, ja não sente mais nada por você, é ai que a coisa piora,&lt;br /&gt;é impossivel pra mim, falar de amor, sem ao menos mencionar, a palavra desentendimento,&lt;br /&gt;com o passar do tempo de um relacionamento, sempre áh essas coisas desagradaveis,&lt;br /&gt;sim, todos passam&amp;nbsp; por isso alguma vez na vida.&lt;br /&gt;Amar não significa posse, ao contrário.&lt;br /&gt;Amar alguem é aceitar todos os seus defeitos e diferenças, é aprender a conviver com os erros, é perdoar sempre que possivel, é nunca magoar o outro com palavras ofencias, por que palavras doem, talves até, mais do que algumas atitudes,,&lt;br /&gt;Amar é sentir o cheiro do outro, mesmo que este, nem ao seu lado esteja&lt;br /&gt;Amar, é se deixar levar nos longos pensamentos e momentos bons, em que passaram.&lt;br /&gt;Amar é Sempre sentir borboletas na barriga, antes de ver a outra pessoa&lt;br /&gt;Amar, é contar os minutos, horas, dias ansiosos para o proximo encontro.&lt;br /&gt;Amar é ser louca(o) de ciumes.&lt;br /&gt;Amar é nunca trair a confiança e além de tudo,&lt;br /&gt;Amar é sempre ser fiel ao sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;Não importa se seu coração foi partido no passado, o importante é ter força pra seguir enfrente e reconstrui-lo, &lt;br /&gt;O amor que você sente por alguem, não morre nunca, por mais que os coraçoes estejam partidos, o amor sempre estará ali, aceso e vivo, &lt;br /&gt;ele não morre...&lt;br /&gt;não acaba...&lt;br /&gt;é PARA SEMPRE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-2834012182681682286?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/2834012182681682286/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=2834012182681682286&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/2834012182681682286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/2834012182681682286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/08/algo-sobre-o-amor.html' title='Algo sobre o amor'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/TGszP3snxKI/AAAAAAAAA2E/0I8kGOOaFWU/s72-c/arrowhearttxt_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-1197525404841589092</id><published>2010-08-12T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T12:08:35.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Te adoro em tudo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/TGRFhhOcG2I/AAAAAAAAA0o/wQqmaQTbeRY/s1600/2849704590_small_1_large_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/TGRFhhOcG2I/AAAAAAAAA0o/wQqmaQTbeRY/s320/2849704590_small_1_large_large.jpg" border="0" width="320" height="242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Descobri que na frente dele não consigo dizer muita coisa. Mas sorrio o tempo todo, e só faço isso porque tenho vontade, porque ele me instiga a sorrir, porque ele me olha... e me olha parecendo querer me descobrir... E eu o olho com um monte de interrogações na mente e uma grande certeza; De que o amo mais do que todas as coisas juntas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-1197525404841589092?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/1197525404841589092/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=1197525404841589092&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/1197525404841589092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/1197525404841589092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/08/te-adoro-em-tudo.html' title='Te adoro em tudo'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/TGRFhhOcG2I/AAAAAAAAA0o/wQqmaQTbeRY/s72-c/2849704590_small_1_large_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-7518737614892325240</id><published>2010-08-11T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T09:45:01.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O poeta brasileiro</title><content type='html'>Eu queria ver no escuro do mundo aonde está o que você quer.&lt;br /&gt;Pra me transformar no que te agrada, no que me faça ver quais são&lt;br /&gt;as cores, e as coisas pra te prender.&lt;br /&gt;eu tive um sonho ruim e acordei chorando, por isso eu te liguei&lt;br /&gt;será que você ainda pensa em mim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes te odeio por quase um segundo, depois te amo mais&lt;br /&gt;teus pelos, teu gosto, teu rosto, tudo...&lt;br /&gt;tudo o que não me deixa em paz.&lt;br /&gt;será que você ainda pensa? (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;[Cazuza]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Desculpem pela falta de postagens aqui no blog. Andei um pouco meio fora daqui, mas agora to de volta. ;P e não deixarei de atualizar.. Obrigado a todos os leitores, que continuaram postando seus comentarios, mesmo eu estando ausente.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-7518737614892325240?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/7518737614892325240/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=7518737614892325240&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/7518737614892325240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/7518737614892325240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-poeta-brasileiro.html' title='O poeta brasileiro'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-8892486293474420632</id><published>2010-06-20T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T06:50:26.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Virtudes</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Amar&lt;/i&gt; significa amar o que é difícil de ser amado, de contrário não seria  virtude alguma;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Perdoar&lt;/i&gt; significa perdoar o imperdoável, de contrário  não seria virtude alguma;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fé&lt;/i&gt; significa crer no inacreditável, de  contrário não seria virtude alguma.&lt;br /&gt;E &lt;i&gt;esperar&lt;/i&gt; significa esperar quando  já não há esperança, de contrário não seria virtude alguma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box"&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;i&gt;the  important thing is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box"&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;i&gt; to love forever and&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box"&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;i&gt; never give up his  ideal &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box"&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;i&gt;not  hurt him&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box"&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;i&gt; and always  forgives him&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-8892486293474420632?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/8892486293474420632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=8892486293474420632&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/8892486293474420632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/8892486293474420632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/06/virtudes.html' title='Virtudes'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-3486648047419336539</id><published>2010-06-18T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T17:56:48.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>À ver!</title><content type='html'>A razão é como uma equação&lt;br /&gt;De matemática... tira a prática&lt;br /&gt;De sermos... um pouco mais de nós!&lt;br /&gt;Que o teu afeto me afetou é fato&lt;br /&gt;Agora faça me um favor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Um favor&lt;/i&gt;... por favor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Á fé soluvel- O teatro mágico)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-3486648047419336539?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/3486648047419336539/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=3486648047419336539&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/3486648047419336539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/3486648047419336539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/06/ver.html' title='À ver!'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-8362863525069220318</id><published>2010-06-17T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T12:37:31.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I do not want this to end</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/TBp5Xz7HMtI/AAAAAAAAA0k/inJOLEAyaPI/s1600/tumblr_l09o2nCtAF1qa1j0ao1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/TBp5Xz7HMtI/AAAAAAAAA0k/inJOLEAyaPI/s320/tumblr_l09o2nCtAF1qa1j0ao1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Eu não vou conseguir dormir. Pelo  menos, não esta noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Até  o momento, estou tentando entender tudo isso que me cerca, ou seja, essa onda de problemas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;O amargo do café não  é indiferente. Eu não sinto nem meus pensamentos se aprofundando em  minha alma. Na verdade, eu quero parar de pensar, então, desejo que  todos os meus pensamentos permaneçam quietos, imóveis e sem qualquer  sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Eu não quero te ver infeliz, mas  não quero que continue sem mim. Eu não quero te ver sofrer, mas não  permito que me deixe sem nem dizer adeus. Não quero ser uma página  virada, uma lembrança esquecida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Quero que sua camisa continue me aquecendo  naquelas noites frias em que eu fecho os olhos e fico despreocupada,  pois eu sei que você estará acordado até eu acordar de manhã. Eu preciso  ouvir você falar meu nome e não quero que seja pela última vez. Não  pretendo ficar sozinha nos corredores. &lt;i&gt;Eu vou ficar com medo se você  partir pra sempre.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Eu não quero te ver com ninguem, a não ser comigo, você sabe o quanto sou possessiva ,não quero te perder pra qualquer pessoa, que você nem conhece o suficiente.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;sei que tudo isso é culpa minha, ou nossa, mais agora não importa mais, eu vou fazer de tudo pra concertar esse erro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Espero que tudo isso seja apenas uma fase, eu mudarei, quer diser.. mudei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;e o destino ainda guarda muita coisa boa pra nois dois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;"(...) Não sei me despedir de você."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&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/1498627316198243225-8362863525069220318?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/8362863525069220318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=8362863525069220318&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/8362863525069220318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/8362863525069220318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-do-not-want-this-to-end.html' title='I do not want this to end'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/TBp5Xz7HMtI/AAAAAAAAA0k/inJOLEAyaPI/s72-c/tumblr_l09o2nCtAF1qa1j0ao1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-6205808537878420649</id><published>2010-06-14T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T15:03:02.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Só pra constar</title><content type='html'>Só você, &lt;br /&gt;Mais que tudo e todos, é só você.&lt;br /&gt;Só você, &lt;br /&gt;Que é todos eles juntos num só ser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-6205808537878420649?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/6205808537878420649/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=6205808537878420649&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/6205808537878420649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/6205808537878420649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-pra-constar.html' title='Só pra constar'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-4693552667300546140</id><published>2010-06-09T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T17:44:31.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Então, Que seja doce.</title><content type='html'>Repito todas as manhãs, ao abrir as janelas para deixar entrar o sol ou  cinza dos dias, bem assim: que seja doce. Quando há sol, e esse sol bate  na minha cara amassada do sono ou da insônia, contemplando as  partículas de poeira soltas no ar, feito um pequeno universo, repito  sete vezes para dar sorte: que seja doce que seja doce que seja doce e  assim por diante. Mas, se alguém me perguntasse o que deverá ser doce,  talvez não saiba responder. Tudo é tão vago como se fosse nada"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/TBA0enXx5wI/AAAAAAAAA0c/mO_bd0JRuRY/s1600/tumblr_kxsi59AtkW1qzjggvo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/TBA0enXx5wI/AAAAAAAAA0c/mO_bd0JRuRY/s400/tumblr_kxsi59AtkW1qzjggvo1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;(Caio Fernando) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-4693552667300546140?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/4693552667300546140/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=4693552667300546140&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/4693552667300546140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/4693552667300546140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/06/entao-que-seja-doce.html' title='Então, Que seja doce.'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/TBA0enXx5wI/AAAAAAAAA0c/mO_bd0JRuRY/s72-c/tumblr_kxsi59AtkW1qzjggvo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-2469970650783492477</id><published>2010-06-05T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T20:20:44.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frágil</title><content type='html'>Você tem tanta vontade de chorar, tanta vontade de ir embora. Para que o protejam, para que sintam falta. Tanta vontade de viajar para bem longe, romper todos os laços, sem deixar endereço.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia mandará um cartão-postal de algum lugar improvável. Bali, Madagascar, Sumatra. Escreverá: penso em você.&lt;br /&gt;Deve ser bonito, mesmo melancólico, alguém que se foi pensar em você num lugar improvável como esse. Você se comove com o que não acontece, você sente frio e medo.&lt;br /&gt;Parado atrás da vidraça, olhando a chuva que, aos poucos começa a passar.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-2469970650783492477?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/2469970650783492477/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=2469970650783492477&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/2469970650783492477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/2469970650783492477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/06/fragil.html' title='Frágil'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-7655516726915965842</id><published>2010-05-30T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T16:17:12.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fato</title><content type='html'>— Olha, uma vez eu li um cara, um escritor chamado Cesare Pavese, que dizia assim: “Ninguém se suicida por amor Suicida-se porque o amor, não importa qual seja, nos revela na nossa nudez, na nossa miséria, no nosso estado desarmado, no nosso nada “.&lt;br /&gt;— E o que aconteceu com ele, esse tal Cesare?&lt;br /&gt;— Se matou.&lt;br /&gt;(silêncio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antípodas (Ovelhas Negras)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-7655516726915965842?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/7655516726915965842/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=7655516726915965842&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/7655516726915965842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/7655516726915965842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/05/fato.html' title='Fato'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-5760525453500712860</id><published>2010-05-27T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T18:38:19.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Como nun piscar dos cilios</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_8cOwuQwJI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/2Km3P0ojUQ0/s1600/tumblr_l31rhuEu0s1qaxjh5o1_400_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_8cOwuQwJI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/2Km3P0ojUQ0/s320/tumblr_l31rhuEu0s1qaxjh5o1_400_large.jpg" width="318" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tão difícil calar quando o coração grita&lt;br /&gt;Tão difícil falar quando a  garganta soluça&lt;br /&gt;Pensar, falar, calar a razão com a emoção&lt;br /&gt;Pesar a  emoção pela razão, deter o vôo&lt;br /&gt;E pousar sobre as penumbras da vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como  não olhar para trás se o rumor&lt;br /&gt;Da magoa me segue com seus passos&lt;br /&gt;Pesados  em alvoroço descompassado&lt;br /&gt;Como socorrer um coração despedaçado&lt;br /&gt;Que  desesperado segura-se no amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como parar o relembrar, reerguer&lt;br /&gt;O  confiar voltar a acreditar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juras-te em nome do amor, perfídia&lt;br /&gt;Assim  mentiste, chega, basta agora&lt;br /&gt;Não ceda implora-me a razão&lt;br /&gt;Acaba  com essa droga de uma vez&lt;br /&gt;Retoma teu rumo, respira fundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como  forçar esse tolo coração&lt;br /&gt;A parar de te amar, voltar no tempo&lt;br /&gt;Quando  as tardes eram louras&lt;br /&gt;E a saudade trazia teu cheiro&lt;br /&gt;Na brisa das  lembranças...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como? Se não consigo parar...&lt;br /&gt;De sonhar em  voltar a voar a teu lado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;obs: Peço desculpas pelo blog&amp;nbsp; não estar sendo  atualizado sempre, é por que áh muitos motivos que me deixam meio por  fora daqui. aqui vai o link do meu outro mundo ;P&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://sintofalta.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://sintofalta.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;  espero que gostem,e visitem sempre, *-* beijos!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-5760525453500712860?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/5760525453500712860/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=5760525453500712860&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/5760525453500712860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/5760525453500712860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/05/como-nun-piscar-dos-cilios.html' title='Como nun piscar dos cilios'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_8cOwuQwJI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/2Km3P0ojUQ0/s72-c/tumblr_l31rhuEu0s1qaxjh5o1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-379490316053299657</id><published>2010-05-21T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T17:00:52.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dialogo:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_cd-XZAnVI/AAAAAAAAA0E/rDsLoxVayQY/s1600/tumblr_l1gk4mGpxu1qb712eo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_cd-XZAnVI/AAAAAAAAA0E/rDsLoxVayQY/s320/tumblr_l1gk4mGpxu1qb712eo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Abandonou-te?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Pior ainda: esqueceu-me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada pessoal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Eu so queria continuar a te amar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Eu so queria esse amor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Pra sempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-379490316053299657?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/379490316053299657/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=379490316053299657&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/379490316053299657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/379490316053299657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/05/um-dialogo.html' title='Um dialogo:'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_cd-XZAnVI/AAAAAAAAA0E/rDsLoxVayQY/s72-c/tumblr_l1gk4mGpxu1qb712eo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-5234855997385292858</id><published>2010-05-16T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T16:45:50.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>achei lindo, espero que gostem! *-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/LR4VEMi5LJs/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LR4VEMi5LJs&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed 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mas a sensação de estar sozinho não me larga. algumas  paranóias, mas nada de grave. o que incomoda é esta fragilidade, essa  aceitação, esse contentar-se com quase nada.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CaioFernandoAbreu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-5945520237761838170?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/5945520237761838170/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=5945520237761838170&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/5945520237761838170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S-ipYhwuCRI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/wvhblQKQBwk/s1600/4370652686_2f053efc59_b_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S-ipYhwuCRI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/wvhblQKQBwk/s400/4370652686_2f053efc59_b_large.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;Não importa o que aconteça, o amor dela será seu pelo tempo que  precisar. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-5371006948188664097?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/5371006948188664097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S-ipYhwuCRI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/wvhblQKQBwk/s72-c/4370652686_2f053efc59_b_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-4609785293691146867</id><published>2010-04-26T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T17:07:14.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>È tanto amor, que chega a transbordar..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S9YpAvIfOBI/AAAAAAAAAzM/Tizz23Ektb0/s1600/tumblr_ks231l6rSw1qa0g66o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S9YpAvIfOBI/AAAAAAAAAzM/Tizz23Ektb0/s320/tumblr_ks231l6rSw1qa0g66o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" width="320" height="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Eu me descubro ainda mais feliz a cada pedaço seu e de tudo o que é  seu. Às vezes você é tão bobo, e me faz sentir tão boba, que eu tenho  pena de como o mundo era bobo antes da gente se conhecer. &lt;i&gt;Eu queria assinar um contrato com Deus: se eu  nunca mais olhar para homem nenhum no mundo, será que ele deixa você  ficar comigo pra sempre? &lt;/i&gt;Eu  descobri que tentar não ser ingênua é a nossa maior ingenuidade, eu descobri que ser inteira não me dá medo  porque ser inteira já é ser muito corajosa&lt;i&gt;,&lt;/i&gt; eu descobri que vale a  pena ficar três horas te olhando sentada num sofá mesmo que o dia  esteja explodindo lá fora. E quando já não sei mais o que sentir por  você, eu respiro fundo perto da sua nuca, e começo a querer coisas que  eu nem sabia que existiam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-4609785293691146867?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/4609785293691146867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=4609785293691146867&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/4609785293691146867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/4609785293691146867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/04/e-tanto-amor-que-chega-tramsbordar.html' title='È tanto amor, que chega a transbordar..'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S9YpAvIfOBI/AAAAAAAAAzM/Tizz23Ektb0/s72-c/tumblr_ks231l6rSw1qa0g66o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-2717034509244064519</id><published>2010-04-22T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T17:45:26.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre as estrelas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S9DthcjaJTI/AAAAAAAAAzE/qtBs37mkaFY/s1600/tumblr_kx2hj8E5sC1qz4d4bo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S9DthcjaJTI/AAAAAAAAAzE/qtBs37mkaFY/s320/tumblr_kx2hj8E5sC1qz4d4bo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deitada na grama, o céu empoeirado de estrelas. Passei o dedo e -  curioso - algumas vieram grudadas na ponta. Olhei para cima e assoprei.  Foi tanta estrela caindo que agora eu mal consigo enxergar de tanta  esperança.&lt;br /&gt;(Rita Apoena)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-2717034509244064519?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/2717034509244064519/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=2717034509244064519&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/2717034509244064519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/2717034509244064519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/04/sobre-as-estrelas.html' title='Sobre as estrelas'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S9DthcjaJTI/AAAAAAAAAzE/qtBs37mkaFY/s72-c/tumblr_kx2hj8E5sC1qz4d4bo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-6269797368428659447</id><published>2010-04-18T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T16:33:26.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>Tô com sintomas de saudade&lt;br /&gt;Tô pensando em você&lt;br /&gt;E como eu te quero tanto bem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero que você caiba&lt;br /&gt;No meu colo&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu te adoro cada vez mais&lt;br /&gt;(Marisa Monte)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S8uVZ-G2ihI/AAAAAAAAAzA/442Zkpj2gss/s1600/tumblr_kt0d9ik6im1qzr5ipo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S8uVZ-G2ihI/AAAAAAAAAzA/442Zkpj2gss/s320/tumblr_kt0d9ik6im1qzr5ipo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu só queria estar no teu colo,&amp;nbsp; meus lábios nos seus, sentir sua respiração. Esquecer que tudo o mais existe.. ser apenas " a sua " .. ter você!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comofaz?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-6269797368428659447?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/6269797368428659447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=6269797368428659447&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/6269797368428659447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/6269797368428659447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S8uVZ-G2ihI/AAAAAAAAAzA/442Zkpj2gss/s72-c/tumblr_kt0d9ik6im1qzr5ipo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-5501306729017181275</id><published>2010-04-14T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T10:16:38.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garota de Ipanema</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S8X3k4CpkoI/AAAAAAAAAys/aR3RUC7AK8Q/s1600/325496-7-1267900580935_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S8X3k4CpkoI/AAAAAAAAAys/aR3RUC7AK8Q/s320/325496-7-1267900580935_large.jpg" border="0" width="320" height="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;           Ele, todos os dias ia tomar seu café da manhã nun barzinho em ipanema. Ela com a mesma frequência, caminhava no calçadão.&lt;br /&gt;           Não fazia nada mais, todas as manhãs, a não ser olha-la, esse era seu programa favorito, para ele, deixava tudo mais feliz, chegava a esquecer os proprios problemas. Seu corpo tão perfeito não presisava de nenhum ajuste, aquilo já tornara-se um vicio, ficava admirando toda sua beleza e simplicidade...O sol em seu rosto a deixava mais bela, seu jeito de andar,fazia qualquer homem ficar paralisado. O que o incomodava, era a falta de informação sobre aquela linda moça.&lt;br /&gt;      Isso fazia com que ele se sentisse sozinho, triste...Mais o que o consolava, era que ela passa sempre sozinha.Um dia, teve uma infeliz ideia de ir até lá falar com ela , parece que foi o destino, meio que cruel, por sinal, que o fez atravessar a avenida e pensar em diser algo a aquela, que estranhamente, lhe parecia tão intima.&lt;br /&gt;         Naquele momento, por está com a cabeça nas nuvens, não viu que um carro se aproximava, um pequeno descuido o levou ao lugar que ele não tão cedo queria conhecer. No dia seguinte, ele não estava mais lá para tomar seu cafê, nem na semana seguinte, ou talves no mês seguinte?&lt;br /&gt;    Ele nunca mais voltou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Esse texto não é de minha autoria, e sim, da minha amiga Kamila, Baseado na musica Garota de Ipanema, que foi publicado no jornal do meu colégio. Esse não é o texto verdadeiro, fiz pequenas adaptações,! Espero que tenham gostado da historia, tanto quanto eu! :D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-5501306729017181275?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/5501306729017181275/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=5501306729017181275&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/5501306729017181275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/5501306729017181275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/04/garota-de-ipanema.html' title='Garota de Ipanema'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S8X3k4CpkoI/AAAAAAAAAys/aR3RUC7AK8Q/s72-c/325496-7-1267900580935_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-6684477309287688893</id><published>2010-04-10T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T15:05:53.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tédio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S8D19BYQbWI/AAAAAAAAAyo/3wGPU8gfvA0/s1600/tumblr_l0o1kpCzLB1qzjggvo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S8D19BYQbWI/AAAAAAAAAyo/3wGPU8gfvA0/s320/tumblr_l0o1kpCzLB1qzjggvo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A chuva as seis horas me incomoda,&lt;br /&gt;o sol do meio dia me mata,&lt;br /&gt;aula chata me da sono,&lt;br /&gt;amigo falso me da ódio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O não saber me angustia&lt;br /&gt;o não poder me entristece.&lt;br /&gt;irmão sem maturidade me enlouquece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gritos me apavoram,&lt;br /&gt;e a saudade me esmaga.&lt;br /&gt;os ciúmes me perturbam,&lt;br /&gt;o sono me cala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vivo ignorando tudo que eu não suporto,&lt;br /&gt;mas isso é quase sempre...&lt;br /&gt;insuportável.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-6684477309287688893?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/6684477309287688893/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=6684477309287688893&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/6684477309287688893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/6684477309287688893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/04/tedio.html' title='Tédio'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S8D19BYQbWI/AAAAAAAAAyo/3wGPU8gfvA0/s72-c/tumblr_l0o1kpCzLB1qzjggvo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-5935446192436013121</id><published>2010-04-05T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T17:25:46.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O amor queima mais brilhante que a luz do Sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S7p_M89HJrI/AAAAAAAAAxw/ZkFPiPabltY/s1600-h/abra%C3%A7o.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S7p_M89HJrI/AAAAAAAAAxw/ZkFPiPabltY/s320/abra%C3%A7o.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O amor vai permanecer um mistério&lt;br /&gt;Mas me dê a sua mão e você verá &lt;br /&gt;Que o seu coração está batendo no ritmo do meu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-5935446192436013121?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/5935446192436013121/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=5935446192436013121&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/5935446192436013121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/5935446192436013121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-amor-queima-mais-brilhante-que-luz-do.html' title='O amor queima mais brilhante que a luz do Sol'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S7p_M89HJrI/AAAAAAAAAxw/ZkFPiPabltY/s72-c/abra%C3%A7o.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-8316630509061536929</id><published>2010-04-04T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T18:43:03.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S7k_xTdN8_I/AAAAAAAAAxs/XOTZ8hXgXhM/s1600-h/4407338472_588af38a69_o_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S7k_xTdN8_I/AAAAAAAAAxs/XOTZ8hXgXhM/s320/4407338472_588af38a69_o_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mas quer saber? Eu olho pra ele e fico  pensando sozinha: será que alguém nesse mundo faria o que ele faz por  mim? Porque ele me escuta, me aguenta, me mima, me inspira, me faz  sentir a mulher mais linda e especial do mundo. E eu acredito nele,  acredito em mim e acho que o amor é a coisa mais egoísta que existe.&lt;i style="color: black;"&gt; A gente ama o outro por tudo aquilo o que ele nos faz sentir... E  ser...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Dedicado a um eterno amor. &lt;b&gt;M &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-8316630509061536929?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/8316630509061536929/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=8316630509061536929&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/8316630509061536929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/8316630509061536929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/04/mas-quer-saber-eu-olho-pra-ele-e-fico.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S7k_xTdN8_I/AAAAAAAAAxs/XOTZ8hXgXhM/s72-c/4407338472_588af38a69_o_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-4768302856009778534</id><published>2010-03-18T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T13:42:23.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Te daria ceu e mar, pra te ter para sempre.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S6KP6b1OyaI/AAAAAAAAAxY/kGAl3vD6Cp8/s1600-h/tumblr_kxyzdw1tPU1qapcpeo1_400_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S6KP6b1OyaI/AAAAAAAAAxY/kGAl3vD6Cp8/s320/tumblr_kxyzdw1tPU1qapcpeo1_400_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eu morro de ciúmes. e chego a te amar por centenas de vezes mais, e te daria casa, comida e roupa lavada se todos os dias de manhã eu pudesse virar pro lado só pra você me chamar de ''minha vida'' e dar aquele sorrisinho de canto de boca irresistível. E a minha casa, meu coração, minhas letrinhas, meus livros, minha alegria e minha poesia distraída se alimentariam só de você, porque eu tenho certeza que ninguém precisa de muito mais do que isso pra ser feliz nessa vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-4768302856009778534?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/4768302856009778534/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=4768302856009778534&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/4768302856009778534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/4768302856009778534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/03/te-daria-ceu-e-mar-pra-te-ter-para.html' title='Te daria ceu e mar, pra te ter para sempre.'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S6KP6b1OyaI/AAAAAAAAAxY/kGAl3vD6Cp8/s72-c/tumblr_kxyzdw1tPU1qapcpeo1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-784928663724970965</id><published>2010-03-15T07:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T14:37:06.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Verdades guardadas a sete chaves! .. ou não</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 10" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 10" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cadm%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt;&lt;/style&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Querido diário, Voltei, -q &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S55uJVUjQfI/AAAAAAAAAw0/v1XsHp8T4_E/s1600-h/tumblr_kx3t1qY38F1qaxvfj_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S55uJVUjQfI/AAAAAAAAAw0/v1XsHp8T4_E/s1600/tumblr_kx3t1qY38F1qaxvfj_large.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Sim, eu sei que todos acham que eu morri, mais nãão’, ESTOU DE VOLTA’  wow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: 85%;"&gt;\o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Diário, sei que o que estou fazendo é meio grave, mais &lt;b&gt;Elvis Presley também forjou a própria morte&lt;/b&gt;, por que eu não poderia forjar a minha? ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Estou nas ilhas carirenses, vivendo como um príncipe, acabo de comer um pé de moleque, huuuum...tava uma delicia. ;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Mudei de vida, virei uma pessoa totalemnte oposta do que eu era, estou andando no meio do povão,  me disfarço de profeta –s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Está sendo divertido, mais eu queria minha neverland devolta, acho que vou voltar como uma assombração. wooooooooh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Conheci hoje uma criancinha muito fofa, *-*  ela tinha se perdido dos pais, então levei ela para a minha cabana, e ... não posso dizer o que aconteceu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: 85%;"&gt; (6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Estou pegando um bronze, sabe, desses dias pra cá estou me sentindo meio branquelo demais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Fiz outra progressiva, meus cabelos estão lindos,  pena que você não tem olhos para vê-los. &lt;br /&gt;Lembra do meu amigo&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Macaulin&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Culkin&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;poiser, ele vem me visitar frequentemente, é o unico que sabe toda a verdade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Bom diário não conte a ninguém minhas confissões ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Celular tocando, vou atendê-lo, deve ser meu massagista! Ain ' :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Beijinhos diário, até amanhã! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="inherit"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Por Michael Jackson ás 15:30 pm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S55uf2LpguI/AAAAAAAAAw4/yXk2nEDQ6mE/s1600-h/tumblr_kyj36ykO3j1qa26dno1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="249" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S55uf2LpguI/AAAAAAAAAw4/yXk2nEDQ6mE/s320/tumblr_kyj36ykO3j1qa26dno1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pauta para o &lt;b&gt;Blorkutando &lt;/b&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/1498627316198243225-784928663724970965?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/784928663724970965/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=784928663724970965&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/784928663724970965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/784928663724970965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/03/verdades-quardadas-sete-chaves-ou-nao.html' title='Verdades guardadas a sete chaves! .. ou não'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S55uJVUjQfI/AAAAAAAAAw0/v1XsHp8T4_E/s72-c/tumblr_kx3t1qY38F1qaxvfj_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-7691268807980743809</id><published>2010-03-12T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T13:50:31.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O fim dos tempos</title><content type='html'>Abri meus olhos e percebi que já estava sem chão.&lt;br /&gt;Parecia que tudo havia sumido.&lt;br /&gt;De repente me vi em um caixão.&lt;br /&gt;É o fim dos tempos surgindo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me rebati, mais não adiantou,&lt;br /&gt;Gritei e ninguem me escultou.&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu o unico ser vivo ainda?&lt;br /&gt;Ou será que é aqui, que minha historia termina?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medo eu sinto agora.&lt;br /&gt;Não tem  ninguem para me ajudar.&lt;br /&gt;Peço a Deus para voltar uma hora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E meu destino mudar.&lt;br /&gt;Para viver mais um pouquinho&lt;br /&gt;E ter historias para contar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Esse é o soneto que fiz hoje, em minha prova de redação. 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S5U1azxhrYI/AAAAAAAAAwk/1Hdw5pzJzjc/s1600-h/the_day_it_rained_jimmies_by_C4M30_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S5U1azxhrYI/AAAAAAAAAwk/1Hdw5pzJzjc/s320/the_day_it_rained_jimmies_by_C4M30_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A paz que você me traz não está escrita em lugar algum. É só a lembrança do teu sorriso vir a tona que junto emerge um sorriso bobo aqui também&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-6215349513678290746?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/6215349513678290746/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=6215349513678290746&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/6215349513678290746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/6215349513678290746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-endlessly.html' title='I love endlessly'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S5U1azxhrYI/AAAAAAAAAwk/1Hdw5pzJzjc/s72-c/the_day_it_rained_jimmies_by_C4M30_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-4463739460886547890</id><published>2010-03-06T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T11:34:56.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;— E você, por que desvia o olhar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;(Porque eu tenho medo de altura. Tenho medo de cair para dentro de você. Há nos seus olhos castanhos certos desenhos que me lembram montanhas, cordilheiras vistas do alto, em miniatura. Então, eu desvio os meus olhos para amarra-los em qualquer pedra no chão e me salvar do amor. Mas, hoje, não encontraram pedra. Encontraram flor. E eu me agarrei às pétalas o mais que pude, sem sequer perceber que estava plantada num desses abismos, dentro dos seus olhos.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Ah. Porque eu sou tímida.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S5KuNumWsfI/AAAAAAAAAv8/pe8bfsq1dXo/s1600-h/tumblr_kyt8jjQehg1qapcpeo1_400_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S5KuNumWsfI/AAAAAAAAAv8/pe8bfsq1dXo/s320/tumblr_kyt8jjQehg1qapcpeo1_400_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Rita Apoena)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-4463739460886547890?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/4463739460886547890/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=4463739460886547890&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/4463739460886547890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/4463739460886547890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/03/e-voce-por-que-desvia-o-olhar-porque-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S5KuNumWsfI/AAAAAAAAAv8/pe8bfsq1dXo/s72-c/tumblr_kyt8jjQehg1qapcpeo1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-495554243005178560</id><published>2010-03-03T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T17:24:28.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Como eu to sem nada pra fazer, resolvi citar algumas coisintas aqui.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(180, 167, 214);"&gt;Frase&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;" O melhor amor é aquele que acorda a alma e faz com que avançemos. Aquele que planta um fogo em nosso coração e traz paz a nossa mente. E foi isso que você me deu. É o que espero ter te dado pra sempre. "&lt;br /&gt;(do filme Diário de uma paixão -filme liiiêndo' *-*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(180, 167, 214);"&gt;Vídeo&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YwohOnDFi00&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YwohOnDFi00&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Musica Faroeste Caboclo, -Legião Urbana) como eu não consegui postar o video aqui,, vai ficar o link meesmo,! :/&lt;br /&gt;adoooooorey quando vi, ri muiito, vale a pena assistir até o final,! (y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(180, 167, 214);"&gt;Foto&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S48FXHqEFxI/AAAAAAAAAvg/tsySNKVW2w8/s1600-h/OgAAAB8Kr-ZYCzAWyeUBaEL-Fr5LLTgUrNkMtgxNaOoLNibu5tYtNGGWTIkgfiliBD6NQcrBoogPMpr44TilH0Izd5wAm1T1UHQowhL9B3YzM4WtGoPIImLUF3fv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S48FXHqEFxI/AAAAAAAAAvg/tsySNKVW2w8/s320/OgAAAB8Kr-ZYCzAWyeUBaEL-Fr5LLTgUrNkMtgxNaOoLNibu5tYtNGGWTIkgfiliBD6NQcrBoogPMpr44TilH0Izd5wAm1T1UHQowhL9B3YzM4WtGoPIImLUF3fv.jpg" width="320" border="0" height="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foto do dia, do perfil do blog &lt;a href="http://isamakeawish.blogspot.com/"&gt;MW&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(180, 167, 214);"&gt;Selinhos que eu gan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(180, 167, 214);"&gt;hei &lt;/span&gt;*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S48LDsqGTyI/AAAAAAAAAv0/jXxXgzoAEdU/s1600-h/soublogueira.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S48LDsqGTyI/AAAAAAAAAv0/jXxXgzoAEdU/s200/soublogueira.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444582632669466402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S48LDo71WKI/AAAAAAAAAvs/2CQR-DkCRco/s1600-h/esteblogesuperfofo_-_San_-_081209_%281%29.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 145px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S48LDo71WKI/AAAAAAAAAvs/2CQR-DkCRco/s200/esteblogesuperfofo_-_San_-_081209_%281%29.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444582631670110370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um foi da&lt;a href="http://closet-girl.blogspot.com/"&gt; Luana&lt;/a&gt; e o outro foi da &lt;a href="http://thairane.blogspot.com/"&gt;Thairane&lt;/a&gt; obg meninaas &lt;span style="color: rgb(234, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois eu posto aqui as regrinhas de cada um e as indicações, hoje to com preguissa! ;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por hoje é só, vou dormir se não jajá minha mãe vem me bater com a vassoura -q&lt;br /&gt;beijosmeliga -n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="rf" id="deleteComment1267424979-14389142970663838707" style="display: none;"&gt; &lt;span class="grabtn"&gt;&lt;a class="btn" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="galleryManager.invalidateCurrent(); _deleteComment('1267424979', '14389142970663838707'); return false;"&gt;excluir&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="btnboxr"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://static1.orkut.com/img/b.gif" width="5" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-495554243005178560?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/495554243005178560/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=495554243005178560&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/495554243005178560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/495554243005178560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/03/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S48FXHqEFxI/AAAAAAAAAvg/tsySNKVW2w8/s72-c/OgAAAB8Kr-ZYCzAWyeUBaEL-Fr5LLTgUrNkMtgxNaOoLNibu5tYtNGGWTIkgfiliBD6NQcrBoogPMpr44TilH0Izd5wAm1T1UHQowhL9B3YzM4WtGoPIImLUF3fv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-2502154246915345558</id><published>2010-03-01T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T10:40:02.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>euri</title><content type='html'>Um dia desses, eu dando uma passada em alguns blogs, parei no &lt;a href="http://tepegoas7.blogspot.com/"&gt;Te Pego as 7&lt;/a&gt; e vi que tinham 3 propostas de textos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(11, 83, 148);"&gt;vejam: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220);"&gt;#1&lt;/span&gt;- Escreva sobre uma aula de Biologia usando CADEIRA, TELEVISÃO,XUXA, FEIJÕES e LEITOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220);"&gt;#2&lt;/span&gt;- Fale sobre Te Pego às 7 ou um dos pegadores com ELENITA,CLAUSTROFOBIA, HARRY POTTER, BACON e VENTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220);"&gt;#3&lt;/span&gt;- Redija (q) sobre o Big Brother Brasil utilizando INTERNET,PROFESSOR, COLHER, SECADOR e CALIPSO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então fui atraz de ver o que as fanáticas tinham escrito, nuossa eu rialto com as respostas&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aqui vão os tres texticulos escolhidos pelos boys do blog. ;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220);"&gt;#1&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;Algo muito estranho estava acontecendo aquela noite. Um rápido VENTO passou no cabelo de Peter, fazendo-o estremecer. Ele olhou em seu relógio super style -n do HARRY POTTER e gritou naquela pequena ruela na qual passava:&lt;br /&gt;- EU PERDI O BBB HOJE, VIXE, ELENITA VAI SEFU q E EU NÃO VOU VER!&lt;br /&gt;Então, colocou as mãos rapidamente nos bolsos de seu casaco e tirou seu BACON mágico que podia teletransportar. Deu uma mordida e gritou;&lt;br /&gt;- CLAUSTROFOBIA, TAYLOR SWIFT E FELICIDADE!&lt;br /&gt;E sumiu no calar da noite. Um mistério, um incrível e indecifrável mistério. Mas que nunca teve solução. FIM *-*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220);"&gt;#2&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aula de biologia, primeiro tempo de aula depois do carnaval, sono.Assim que sentei na minha CADEIRA a professora entra na sala com uma TELEVISÃO dizendo que os FEIJÕES crescem mais rápido ao som de XUXA.Como um LEITOR fiel de super interressante sabia que era mentira mas continuei ouvindo a doida.Depois de ligar a TELEVISÃO e botar um dvd da XUXA ela tirou de dentro de sua mochila um pequeno pé de feijão, depois que ela colocou ele do lado da TELEVISÃO eu vi que a super interessante estava mentindo, o pé de FEIJÃO crescia loucamente enquanto a XUXA cantava, de repente o pé de feijão quebrou o teto da escola.Aquela era a melhor aula de biologia do mundo.Eu subi na planta e quando cheguei la em cima vi os 7 pegadores numa mesa redonda,eles olharam pra mim e disseram: nunca acredite na super interessante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220);"&gt;#3&lt;/span&gt;-Eu estava na sala de aula quando meu PROFESSOR entrou na sala com um sorriso de orelha a orelha (o que não era nada comum se tratando dele).&lt;br /&gt;Senti um arrepio na espinha já pensando em toda aquela alegria estar concentrada em uma prova surpresa, mas eu estava errada.&lt;br /&gt;soltando os livros na mesa com um baque meu professor-nada-simpatico- disse: "EU ESTOU LIVRE JEOVÁ!" todos ficaram com muito ~~medo~~ porém ele não parou por aí. "EU NÃO VOU MAIS TER QUE SOFRER AQUI DANDO AULA PRA VOCES! EU VOU PARTICIPAR DO BIG BROTHER BRASIL! MUAHHAHAHAHA!"&lt;br /&gt;a partir daquele dia nossas notas eram todas baseadas na quantidade de dias que víamos o bbb, e já que eu adoro ~msn, orkut e tepegoas7~ eu via o tal programa pela INTERNET.&lt;br /&gt;Nas festas meu professor dançava CALIPSO loucameneta; nas refeições ele só comia com COLHER e nas horas vagas ele ficava na frente da camera dizendo "SEUS ALUNOS IMBECIS! AGORA EU ESTOU LIVRE JEOVAA! EU ESTOU NO BBB E VOCÊS NÃO! MUAHAHAHAHAHA!"&lt;br /&gt;Acontece que eu dei a lok e resolvi matar ele! a minha ideia genial foi derreter o cerebro do doido com um SECADOR! - sou sapeca's (:&lt;br /&gt;Aprontei minha arma e saí pela noite para o derretimento cruel! muahahahahaha porém, no meio do caminho encontrei o Bial que estava doidao por que a chapinha tinha saído. Ele me ofereceu o premio maximo do BBB em troca do secador.&lt;br /&gt;Moral da história: melhor maneira de acabar com seu professor do mal é fazer ele perder todo o dinheiro que tinha oportunidade de ganhar :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acho que o cat aqui adorou. kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S4wIsnf7bcI/AAAAAAAAAvM/p3trZiw4YRw/s1600-h/210.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S4wIsnf7bcI/AAAAAAAAAvM/p3trZiw4YRw/s1600/210.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1498627316198243225-2502154246915345558?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/2502154246915345558/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=2502154246915345558&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/2502154246915345558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/2502154246915345558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/03/um-dia-desses-eu-dando-uma-passada-em.html' title='euri'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S4wIsnf7bcI/AAAAAAAAAvM/p3trZiw4YRw/s72-c/210.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-865785088934782212</id><published>2010-02-25T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T17:24:34.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desculpa, se não sei ser boa companhia</title><content type='html'>O mundo desmoronou.&lt;br /&gt;Ela havia esperado algumas horas, ate ele chegar,&lt;br /&gt;quando enfim eles se falam.&lt;br /&gt;Ela achara que ele ia entender seus problemas,&lt;br /&gt;que ele ia ajuda-la, ia confortá-la de alguma forma.&lt;br /&gt;Não foi isso o que aconteceu.&lt;br /&gt;Ela queria palavras doces, mais o mal entendido dele gerou grosseria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É triste você se sentir só, e seu único consolo lhe abandonar&lt;br /&gt;é muito triste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;A unica saida é esse meu refuigo aqui, sinto que estou seguindo sozinha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;talves ninguem sinta minha falta! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-865785088934782212?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/865785088934782212/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=865785088934782212&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/865785088934782212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/865785088934782212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/02/desculpa-se-nao-sei-ser-boa-companhia.html' title='Desculpa, se não sei ser boa companhia'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-6034452398316635992</id><published>2010-02-24T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T15:25:10.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Por nos dois, eu faço tudo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S4Wzk-zsVSI/AAAAAAAAAuc/9rO6tCISX44/s1600-h/prsicfgd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S4Wzk-zsVSI/AAAAAAAAAuc/9rO6tCISX44/s400/prsicfgd.jpg" width="400" border="0" height="328" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no meu coração fiz um lar&lt;br /&gt;o meu coração é o teu lar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                                       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(244, 204, 204);"&gt;                                                    &lt;br /&gt;                                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                          Mow *-*&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/1498627316198243225-6034452398316635992?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/6034452398316635992/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=6034452398316635992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/6034452398316635992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/6034452398316635992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/02/por-nos-dois-eu-faco-tudo.html' title='Por nos dois, eu faço tudo'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S4Wzk-zsVSI/AAAAAAAAAuc/9rO6tCISX44/s72-c/prsicfgd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-1280721769685844472</id><published>2010-02-22T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T09:07:09.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>se fu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S3ynl3IZYmI/AAAAAAAAAtc/-TIlHRpbLoY/s320/valentines_couple_16_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439406718852883042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre sonhava em encontrar o grande amor da minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;que ele viesse em um cavalo branco me chamando de princesa,&lt;br /&gt;passei anos da minha juventude a pensar, e o meu príncipe nunca chegara!&lt;br /&gt;foi então que eu desisti de esperar, saí e fui atraz de alguém que me desse pistas, de onde estaria o meu amor,&lt;br /&gt;foram tentativas frustrantes para mim, eu segui meu coração e quando já estava exausta ,eis que surge alguém&lt;br /&gt;pensara eu 'é a ultima vez, que irei tentar', ele me olhou, percebi que estava encantado com alguma coisa,&lt;br /&gt;mais o que seria? minha beleza? talvez não, pois eu não era a mais bela.&lt;br /&gt;ele pegou minha mão, ajoelhou-se e disse:&lt;br /&gt;- desde o dia em que bati os olhos em você eu pude perceber, que eu encontrei o que procurava&lt;br /&gt;- mais o que procurava afinal?&lt;br /&gt;- uma princesa como você, para que eu pudesse falar de amor sem medo, e pudesse expressar todos os meus sentimentos, que tanto tenho aprisionado&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei intacta naquele momento, seria aquele, o grande amor de quem eu tanto procurava?&lt;br /&gt;sim, ele era.meu coração se encheu de alegria, minha perna tremeu, senti borboletas na barriga&lt;br /&gt;era o sinal, de que o amor havia penetrado em mim, enfim eu havia me tornado a pessoa mais feliz do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Pouco tempo depois eu o disse:&lt;br /&gt;- desde o dia em que nos encontramos, &lt;span style="color: rgb(69, 129, 142);"&gt;é só de amor que eu sei falar&lt;/span&gt;, você não sabe o tamanho do sentimento que tenho guardado, e ele é todo seu, meu amor é só seu, quero estar contigo &lt;i&gt;para sempre&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pauta para o&lt;b&gt; Bloinguês&lt;/b&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&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/1498627316198243225-5337264778697771582?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/5337264778697771582/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=5337264778697771582&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/5337264778697771582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/5337264778697771582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/02/que-venha-o-amor.html' title='He heart it'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S3ynl3IZYmI/AAAAAAAAAtc/-TIlHRpbLoY/s72-c/valentines_couple_16_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-3780326226523484201</id><published>2010-02-12T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T11:52:19.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um \o/</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S3WsUdSVr5I/AAAAAAAAAss/qs_ll6UI864/s1600-h/Beautiful_Blogger_Award.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S3WsUdSVr5I/AAAAAAAAAss/qs_ll6UI864/s1600/Beautiful_Blogger_Award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ganheeeeeeeei mais um selinho *-*&lt;br /&gt;quem me mandou foi a patricia desse &lt;a href="http://pd-pertodemais.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;que emoção emocionante -q &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e como todo selinho tem suas regras, aqui vai a desse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(194, 123, 160); text-align: center;"&gt;7 COISAS REVELADORAS SOBRE MIM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1- sou muito chorona, choro em qualquer lugar e por qualquer motivo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2- tenho o costume de fazer várias coisas ao mesmo tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3- nunca fui de me arrepender dos meus atos, &lt;strike style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;so me arrependi uma vez&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4- não "faço média", detesto fingir, se elogio algo ou alguém é sincero &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5- amo regatas, principalmente se for branca&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121);"&gt; *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;6- não sei contar piada :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;7- odeio os meninos da minha sala de aula que não querem nada com a vida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;agora devo indicar o selo para &lt;b&gt;7 blogs,&lt;/b&gt; mais vou mandar so pra esses 4 :D&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;quem quiser, sinta-se a vontade para pega-lo *-*&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gardenia do blog &lt;a href="http://semideiasnormais.blogspot.com/"&gt;semideiasnormais&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mandy do blog  &lt;a href="http://papier-et-un-crayon.blogspot.com/"&gt;Papier-et-un-crayon&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Loh do blog &lt;a href="http://toledo-esefosseverdade.blogspot.com/"&gt;sem definições&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;e pro meu blog coletivo &lt;a href="http://semparar-semparar.blogspot.com/"&gt;semParar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-3780326226523484201?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/3780326226523484201/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=3780326226523484201&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/3780326226523484201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/3780326226523484201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/02/mais-um-o.html' title='Mais um \o/'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S3WsUdSVr5I/AAAAAAAAAss/qs_ll6UI864/s72-c/Beautiful_Blogger_Award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-2068199750953137658</id><published>2010-02-06T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T11:28:37.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Love Parte 2</title><content type='html'>Os dias foram passando conturbados. Um mês depois de tudo ter acontecido, ele a pede em namoro,&lt;br /&gt;Ela fica confusa, e muito insegura por sinal, ela gostava de sua companhia, mais já não se via mais namorando ninguém. Ela queria um tempo para pensar&lt;br /&gt;Ela tinha medo de se machucar..&lt;br /&gt;Tinha medo de que ele fosse como qualquer outro&lt;br /&gt;E ela tinha medo de está certa..!&lt;br /&gt;Mais no dia seguinte, ela já decidida o liga e diz que aceita ser sua namorada,&lt;br /&gt;ele fica super feliz, diz que é o melhor dia de sua vida...&lt;br /&gt;Os primeiros meses juntos, não foram tão fáceis, havia brigas, desconfianças. Foram meses tensos para os dois,&lt;br /&gt;Mais ela jamais pensara em desistir da sua escolha, apesar das brigas, eles se amavam muiito.&lt;br /&gt;Ele sempre foi super carinhoso, atencioso, amoroso.&lt;br /&gt;As vezes ela se pegava pensando no meio da noite se era merecedora de todo amor que recebera&lt;br /&gt;Ela se julgava muito, se alto crucificava, pois sabia que não dava todo o amor,&lt;br /&gt;que ele precisava!&lt;br /&gt;Muitas coisas aconteceram, e tudo o que passaram, foi para provar a força do amor que os unia.&lt;br /&gt;Assim foram vivendo, se divertindo,&lt;br /&gt;Saindo muito,curtindo a vida,juntos.&lt;br /&gt;E hoje, ela sabe que todas as barreiras que foram postas frente ao amor dos dois&lt;br /&gt;Foi para mostrá-la que ela avia sim feito a mais bela escolha de sua vida!&lt;br /&gt;Em momento nenhum ela se sentiu arrependida, nem nos momentos mais aflitos,&lt;br /&gt;Oito meses já se passaram&lt;br /&gt;E a cada dia o amor dos dois cresce ainda mais&lt;br /&gt;Tornando-se indestrutível! Ela sabe a sorte que tem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S23BiAWPJkI/AAAAAAAAAsY/06iwKXhRbu0/s1600-h/dsdgfg.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S23BiAWPJkI/AAAAAAAAAsY/06iwKXhRbu0/s320/dsdgfg.JPG" width="320" border="0" height="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Outro amor assim, ela nunca vai encontrar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-2068199750953137658?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/2068199750953137658/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=2068199750953137658&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/2068199750953137658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/2068199750953137658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-little-love-parte-2.html' title='My Little Love Parte 2'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S23BiAWPJkI/AAAAAAAAAsY/06iwKXhRbu0/s72-c/dsdgfg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-4473971156252999162</id><published>2010-02-04T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T14:30:36.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manual dos políticos</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cadm%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Estava pesquisando algumas coisas, quando me deparei com as frases abaixo, não havia nada informando se era referente a política ou não, mais eu achei bem interessante. É essa a real forma de trabalho deles! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;¬¬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Zele apenas por seus interesses;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Não honre a ninguém além de você mesmo;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Faça o mal, mas finja fazer o bem;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Cobice e procure obter o que puder;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Seja miserável;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Seja brutal;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Engane o próximo toda vez que puder;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Mate os seus inimigos, e se for preciso mate seus amigos também;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Use a força ao invés da bondade ao tratar com o próximo;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Pense exclusivamente na guerra.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Nicolau Maquiavel)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cara, já cansei do Brasil com essa política de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;merda&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;são escândalos que caem no esquecimento, superados por novos escândalos... Lula, Renan Calheiros, Paulo Maluf, Jader Barbalho, e tantos outros... O que vocês sugerem que a gente faça prá que os Brasileiros eleitores, que só usam o jornal pra limpar a B... deixem de endossar essas canalhices pelo voto ???&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;enquanto essa nossa geração não tomar nenhuma atitude coerente, o pais vai continuar sendo do jeito que é!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vamos continuar afundando nesse lixo, e quando tudo estiver perdido, a culpa não vai pra ninguém,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;é sempre assim acaba tudo em Pizza!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-4473971156252999162?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/4473971156252999162/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=4473971156252999162&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/4473971156252999162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/4473971156252999162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/02/manual-dos-politicos.html' title='Manual dos políticos'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-8553666384349121270</id><published>2010-02-01T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T15:00:22.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>só vim pra dizer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que as cores estão mais lindas desde o dia que você apareceu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S2dcoySoV2I/AAAAAAAAAsU/neZ46YYs2v0/s1600-h/4312620115_4c3e8a0537_o_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S2dcoySoV2I/AAAAAAAAAsU/neZ46YYs2v0/s320/4312620115_4c3e8a0537_o_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;te&lt;i&gt;amo&lt;/i&gt;amor, ♥&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/1498627316198243225-8553666384349121270?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/8553666384349121270/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=8553666384349121270&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/8553666384349121270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/8553666384349121270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-vim-pra-dizer.html' title='só vim pra dizer...'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S2dcoySoV2I/AAAAAAAAAsU/neZ46YYs2v0/s72-c/4312620115_4c3e8a0537_o_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-4856955757565949798</id><published>2010-01-29T15:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T11:26:44.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Love Parte 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 10" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 10" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cadm%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:Batang; 	panose-1:2 3 6 0 0 1 1 1 1 1; 	mso-font-alt:바탕; 	mso-font-charset:129; 	mso-generic-font-family:roman; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:-1342176593 1775729915 48 0 524447 0;} @font-face 	{font-family:"\@Batang"; 	panose-1:2 3 6 0 0 1 1 1 1 1; 	mso-font-charset:129; 	mso-generic-font-family:roman; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:-1342176593 1775729915 48 0 524447 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:Batang;} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;      A noite já havia chagado quando ela entrou no orkut e viu aquele recado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; ‘’entra na ‘comu’ do meu amigo’’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; ela com uma grande curiosidade, resolveu visitar o link, e participar da comunidade do garoto, ao olhar seu perfil, ela reparou o quanto ele era bonito,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; o adicionou e passaram a conversar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;      A primeira conversa que tiveram no ‘msn’, foi durante mais de 4 horas, após isso,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;despediram-se e prometeram comunicar-se no dia seguinte&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;E assim os dias foram passando, e os dois sempre trocando idéias.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quando ele enfim, a convidou para o cinema.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;ela estava namorando a pouco mais de dois meses, mais mesmo assim, aceitou o convite&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chegado o dia, ela chama sua irmã, para também ir ao cinema, pois não queria estar sozinha lá com o garoto.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Então elas foram, chegando lá, conversaram, compraram o bilhete&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;e entraram na sala, de cinema.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;       Os dois estavam, sempre de mãos dadas, rolava uma linda sintonia entre ambos naquele momento, ela sentia que aquele dia ia ficar marcado para sempre, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eles se entreolharam, e um beijo aconteceu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;logo após ela ficou um pouco atormentada, pois sabia que não poderia ter feito aquilo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;e o seu namorado, o que pensaria? Como se sentiria se descobrisse?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Foi então que sua irmã, a olhou com os olhos cobertos de fúria, ela sabia que não tinha feito a coisa certa,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;ao término do filme, saíram da sala, e conversaram mais um pouco,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;sua irmã transmitia raiva a ela e por várias vezes ela sabia que seu namoro estaria ameaçado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;       Aquela noite então terminou, ela voltou pra casa sabendo que tinha que tomar alguma atitude.:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;ou terminaria o namoro, e ficaria mais vezes com o garoto, ou continuaria namorando ,e perderia para sempre aquele cheiro que ela tanto gostou de sentir, aquele olhar singelo,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;aquele sorriso reprimido, ou, aquele conversa boba&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;ela sabia que tinha escolhas a serem feitas,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;foi um longo fim de semana, até ela realmente decidir o que fazer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;      A segunda feira, por fim chegou, ela por sua vez temia, pois veria seu namorado justamente naquele dia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eram pouco mais de 6:30 da noite quando o telefone toca, ela sabia quem estava na outra linha, sem deixá-lo falar qualquer coisa que fosse ela disse: não venha, fique em casa e entre no msn, precisamos conversar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;       &lt;/o:p&gt;E aquele noite, foi o fim., Ela terminou o namoro e estava disposta a arriscar tudo em uma nova relação&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;mais o que se parecia simples, tornou-se atormentador ,todas as noites ela chorava muito&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;pois saberia que não tinha mais como voltar atrás, ela se perguntava se realmente estava fazendo a coisa certa!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por muitas vezes se arrependeu, mais estava tudo perdido!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Seu ex tentara conversar com ela, mais isso só a deixava mais confusa,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ele dizia que ainda a amava muito,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; que desculparia a traição, mais ela já havia feito sua escolha,!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;        Quando mais um fim de semana chegou, ela foi se encontrar novamente com o garoto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;ela se sentia feliz ao seu lado, sentia-se alegre, livre, sentia que podia ser ela mesma quando estava ao lado dele.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; Ela queria descobrir muitas coisas a seu respeito, as conversas eram sempre boas,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;mais ela sentia que ainda batia aquela insegurança&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Será que tinha mesmo feito a escolha certa? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;                                                                &lt;span style="color: rgb(194, 123, 160);"&gt;(continua)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-4856955757565949798?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/4856955757565949798/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=4856955757565949798&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/4856955757565949798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/4856955757565949798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/01/historia-de-amor-parte-1.html' title='My Little Love Parte 1'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-694174192027633770</id><published>2010-01-25T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T08:40:05.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Essas poucas horas, não são o bastante</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;Saudade&lt;/span&gt; é um pouco como&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,&amp;quot;;" &gt;fome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,&amp;quot;;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só passa quando se come a presença.&lt;br /&gt;Mas às vezes a saudade é tão profunda que a &lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times,&amp;quot;;" &gt;presença&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; é pouco:&lt;br /&gt;quer-se absorver a outra pessoa&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;toda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Essa &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,&amp;quot;;" &gt;vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; de um ser o outro para uma unificação inteira,&lt;br /&gt;é um dos sentimentos mais urgentes que se tem na &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;..."&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Clarisse Linspector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-694174192027633770?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/694174192027633770/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=694174192027633770&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/694174192027633770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/694174192027633770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/01/saudade-e-um-pouco-como-fome.html' title='Essas poucas horas, não são o bastante'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-7333066930422981057</id><published>2010-01-21T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T15:27:36.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sempre devemos agir!</title><content type='html'>"...muitas vezes, refugiados somos todos nós. Quantas vezes nos fechamos para o mundo, para as pessoas, para as possibilidades boas da vida, para o&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enfrentamento de problemas que nos perseguem, acreditando que se não pensarmos neles, eles desaparecerão?&lt;/span&gt; Quantas vezes não somos surpreendidos por um pensamento solitário em meio a uma multidão? E quantas vezes deixamos a vida escorrer pelos dedos por não saber que, na verdade, para entendermos o mundo e compreendermos os fenômenos da vida, precisamos &lt;b&gt;viver?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ás vezes simplesmente nos escondemos em alguns cômodos de nossa casa, esperando que aquela chuva, vista somente por nós, pare de cair um dia..."&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-7333066930422981057?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/7333066930422981057/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=7333066930422981057&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/7333066930422981057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/7333066930422981057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/01/sempre-devemos-agir.html' title='sempre devemos agir!'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-2591181383535339132</id><published>2010-01-19T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T15:18:41.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 dicas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(224, 102, 102);"&gt;visite&lt;/span&gt;: o blog &lt;a href="http://semparar-semparar.blogspot.com/"&gt;SemParar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(224, 102, 102);"&gt;ouça:&lt;/span&gt; I Can't live without your love- Dan Torres&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/181302981/2a9e9f66/Dan_Torres_-_I_cant_live_witho.html?s=1" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;aqui para baixar&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(224, 102, 102);"&gt;assista:&lt;/span&gt; gossip girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(224, 102, 102);"&gt;leia: &lt;/span&gt;o pequeno principe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depois disso, sua vida nunca mais será a mesma,!&lt;span style="color: rgb(118, 165, 175);"&gt; ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(159, 197, 232);"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;terça feira, tensa :s' ás 22:47 , com leve dor de cabeça, e fome,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;so dá nisso mesmo,! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-2591181383535339132?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/2591181383535339132/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=2591181383535339132&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/2591181383535339132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/2591181383535339132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/01/4-dicas.html' title='4 dicas'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-7302337488894697866</id><published>2010-01-18T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T18:00:32.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devemos cuidar melhor desse nosso lugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S1URYftNPXI/AAAAAAAAArA/siNgfZ_7fJU/s1600-h/protect.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S1URYftNPXI/AAAAAAAAArA/siNgfZ_7fJU/s400/protect.jpg" width="400" border="0" height="116" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); text-align: center;"&gt;Deviamos parar de pensar um pouco em nos mesmo, e olhar o mundo a nossa volta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79);"&gt;por que nem tudo está tão bem quanto parece!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-7302337488894697866?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/7302337488894697866/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=7302337488894697866&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/7302337488894697866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/7302337488894697866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/01/devemos-cuidar-melhor-desse-nosso-lugar.html' title='Devemos cuidar melhor desse nosso lugar'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S1URYftNPXI/AAAAAAAAArA/siNgfZ_7fJU/s72-c/protect.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-375678899187729436</id><published>2010-01-13T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T16:07:17.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>quarta!</title><content type='html'>Noite de quarta feira, eu aqui sem nada pra fazer,&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;[isso é rotina-fikdik]&lt;/span&gt; e dando uma olhada no orkut de algumas pessoas &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;u.u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vi no de um amigo que restart irá fazer show aqui, dia 26/02 e com tarde de altografos,&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; *gritos*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bom, enlouqueci, literalmente!!! rs&lt;br /&gt;e resolvi falar um pouco deles, por aqui! &lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;\õ/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;  reparem como são fofos *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S05YgUOIXgI/AAAAAAAAAqg/kffYQTOm-HI/s1600-h/1262960991683_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S05YgUOIXgI/AAAAAAAAAqg/kffYQTOm-HI/s400/1262960991683_f.jpg" width="400" border="0" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Amigos de colégio, nasce em &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;agosto de 2008&lt;/span&gt; a banda &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;est&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;. Com a intenção de unir guitarras rasgadas e dançantes, vocais bem trabalhados e melodias com ares de ‘hit’ a banda mescla claramente a influência da musica eletrônica unida ao bom e velho rock n’ roll.Criado uma sonoridade fora do comum mas muito agradável aos ouvidos. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;(é realmente a melodia, e a voz dos garotos são demaiis, *-----*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; loucos \,,/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S05ZJk12gJI/AAAAAAAAAqk/vjzvBu8GmCc/s1600-h/1256586778606_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S05ZJk12gJI/AAAAAAAAAqk/vjzvBu8GmCc/s400/1256586778606_f.jpg" width="400" border="0" height="311" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  Tendo como sua principal e aliada a divulgação na internet&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;.(nossa grande amiga)&lt;/span&gt; Em menos de um ano de existência a banda já possui uma enorme quantidade de fãs não só em São Paulo, berço dos garotos. Mas por todo o Brasil. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;(certeza *-*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; e tão gordos, u.u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S05ZxM1RxMI/AAAAAAAAAqo/c_84xhiCk6A/s1600-h/1256582748651_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S05ZxM1RxMI/AAAAAAAAAqo/c_84xhiCk6A/s400/1256582748651_f.jpg" width="400" border="0" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Assim é a &lt;span style="color: rgb(61, 133, 198);"&gt;RestArt&lt;/span&gt;, sempre buscando &lt;span style="color: rgb(241, 194, 50);"&gt;inovação&lt;/span&gt; com qualidade mas tocando e cantando com a sinceridade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(53, 28, 117);"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;. sei que eles não são tãão bonito, mais talento tem de sobra! &lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;*o* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S05b17dLtcI/AAAAAAAAAqs/tpxxbAOxImU/s1600-h/1256584724212_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S05b17dLtcI/AAAAAAAAAqs/tpxxbAOxImU/s320/1256584724212_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426375583079314882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;bjos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;até&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;proxima&lt;/span&gt; ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-375678899187729436?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/375678899187729436/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=375678899187729436&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/375678899187729436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/375678899187729436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/01/noite-de-quarta-feira-eu-aqui-sem-nada.html' title='quarta!'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S05YgUOIXgI/AAAAAAAAAqg/kffYQTOm-HI/s72-c/1262960991683_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-7128168771310529038</id><published>2010-01-11T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T18:43:16.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>são encantadoras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S0vgRdvdmLI/AAAAAAAAAqY/N5ll9-EZqWk/s1600-h/tumblr_kuojyfMyuq1qz5370o1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 165px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S0vgRdvdmLI/AAAAAAAAAqY/N5ll9-EZqWk/s200/tumblr_kuojyfMyuq1qz5370o1_400_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425676766743992498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S0vgHhBCrUI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/_M6GFwTYndw/s1600-h/tumblr_kvmnvmYIwZ1qapkodo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S0vgHhBCrUI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/_M6GFwTYndw/s200/tumblr_kvmnvmYIwZ1qapkodo1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425676595824340290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S0vgHG6288I/AAAAAAAAAqI/fAft1immTr8/s1600-h/tumblr_ktp718RAYQ1qaob9go1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S0vgHG6288I/AAAAAAAAAqI/fAft1immTr8/s200/tumblr_ktp718RAYQ1qaob9go1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425676588819084226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span title="we are the perfect couple"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(descrição a ultima foto) ↑&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span title="we are the perfect couple"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span title="we are the perfect couple"&gt;Nós somos o casal perfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span title="we are the perfect couple"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="we're just not in the perfect situation"&gt;não estamos apenas na situação de perfeita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-7128168771310529038?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/7128168771310529038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=7128168771310529038&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/7128168771310529038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/7128168771310529038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2010/01/sao-encantadoras.html' title='são encantadoras'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S0vgRdvdmLI/AAAAAAAAAqY/N5ll9-EZqWk/s72-c/tumblr_kuojyfMyuq1qz5370o1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-404782438126129997</id><published>2010-01-09T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T18:05:58.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>uma flor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S0kQL8_olcI/AAAAAAAAApc/iSEHOvdEL9U/s1600-h/3813867157_a1060a7e6b_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/SzgNs3dapmI/AAAAAAAAAo4/pbX4hSsu9Ow/s320/tumblr_kv6w3qVojD1qa5i73o1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava lá, ela ansiosa para a chegada do reveillon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Em sua mente ia ser tudo perfeito, e ainda mais se sua mãe a deixasse viajar com as amigas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ia ser o segundo ano, em que Joana passaria o reveillon na praia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já era terça feira, quando sua mãe informou-lhe que estava autorizada a viajar com as amigas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joana apressou-se em arrumar logo a mala, ela estava muito feliz.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ligou para as amigas para informar que sua mãe havia deixado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na quarta feira de manhã, Letícia passou em sua casa para buscá-la,  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elas estavam super ansiosas, ia ser a viajem mais perfeita,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joana não parava de falar no Gustavo, ele também ia estar lá.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gustavo sempre desprezou Joana, nunca gostava dos boatos que ouvia sobre os dois,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joana era apaixonada por ele, e ele gostava de Letícia, sua melhor amiga.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No trajeto ate a praia de jericoacoara (rs)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joana vinha imaginando como iria ser, a virada do ano, ao lado de Gustavo,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois iam está todos os amigos juntos,  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensava ela; ‘’é o lugar perfeito para eu ficar com o Gustavo, a praia é linda, a paisagem também, e tudo é muito tranqüilo por lá,‘’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais ela tava muito insegura, pois sabia que Gustavo só tinha olhos para Letícia,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pouco mais de 2 horas de viagem, elas chegam ate a casa onde iam ficar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já estava todo mundo por lá só esperando as duas chegarem,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A primeira pessoa que Joana avistou foi Gustavo, e ele como sempre, com os olhos vidrados em Letícia,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joana entrou, procurou seu quarto, tomou um banho e colocou o biquíni,  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois todos estavam reunidos rente a piscina&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joana então desceu,   estavam todos bebendo, e se divertindo,  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela pegou um copo com refrigerante, e sentou-se na beira da piscina, observando enquanto todos estavam dançando e pulando na piscina,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela não tirava os olhos de Gustavo, que estava bebendo e conversando com os amigos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joana gostava dele desde pequena, quando ele, entrou no colégio em que estudava,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joana e Gustavo tinham a mesma idade, e eram melhores amigos,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais depois que Joana passou a olha -lo com outros sentimentos, eles se distanciaram,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joana sentia-se desprezada por todos, naquela manhã, então saio da piscina e voltou para o quarto,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percebendo o jeito meio estranho de Joana, Gustavo a seguiu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegando lá, Joana o olhou surpresa, não imaginaria que aquilo estava acontecendo,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era a primeira vês depois de 3 meses que Gustavo tinha descoberto que Joana gostava dele, que eles estavam frente a frente outra vez, como no tempo em que eram melhores amigos,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gustavo então a perguntou o que estava acontecendo, por ela estar tão triste,  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela então com um pouco de timidez falou&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Gustavo, você sabe o quanto eu te amo.?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele, surpreso respondeu:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-talvez eu saiba. Mais não quero aceitar isso, ta vendo como o amor destrói tudo,? A gente era tão amigo Joana e esse sentimento acabou com nossa amizade&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joana quase com lágrimas nos olhos, então falou,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Gustavo, tudo poderia ser bem melhor se você aceitasse os fatos, e se entregasse ao amor que eu posso te dar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelomenos tenta, garanto que uma parte do teu coração não vai se degradar por causa disso.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gustavo sentiu-se perturbado com tudo o que tinha ouvido, então sem dá nenhuma resposta, saio do quarto de Joana, ela por sua vez, se destruiu em lágrimas, ela não havia acreditado, que tinha falado aquilo tudo para ele,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite chegou e todos já haviam se recolhido da piscina&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estavam se arrumando para a festa que ia acontecer na praia, a queima e fogos e chegada do ano.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joana já não estava mais tão animada, mais Letícia a ajudou a se empolgar denovo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já era quase meia noite, e todo mundo já caminhava ate a praia, que não ficava tão longe,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começou a contagem regressiva, ‘’&lt;b&gt;5 ,4 ,3 ,2 ,1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Feliz Ano Novo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’’ todos gritavam,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joana já estava super animada, e havia esquecido o que tinha acontecido mas cedo,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez ela já nem lembrasse que Gustavo existia, ela resolveu que tinha que começar o ano de um jeito mais leve, sem preocupação nenhuma.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joana ligou para sua mãe, e a desejou um feliz ano novo, sua mãe retribuiu dizendo que estava cm muita saudade da filha, as palavras de sua mãe, a confortava muito, e já com lagrimas rolando Joana se despediu da mãe e desligou o celular,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa hora, Gustavo a viu, ela enxugará as lagrimas, e estava com um sorriso bonito no rosto,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gustavo sentiu-se leve também, quando a viu ali sentada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ele então caminhou ate onde Joana estava,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela o olhou, e ele sorriu para ela,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joana gostou daquele momento, por que por mais que Gustavo a tivesse desprezado, ela gostava da amizade que tinham,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gustavo sentou-se ao lado dela, e abraçaram-se,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele então falou baixinho no seu ouvido&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- quero começar esse ano de um jeito diferente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joana ficou paralisada e respondeu-lhe com um sorriso,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de uns segundos abraçados, ela o perguntou:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- está disposto a começar uma vida nova, seja ela como for?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ele respondeu:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sim estou, contanto que você esteja sempre nela, me confortando, com sua amizade, e me seduzindo com seu amor, eu estou disposto a tudo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gustavo levantou-se e ajudou também Joana a se levantar,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eles olharam-se e Gustavo falou&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-eu sempre gostei de você, mais eu nunca soube do sentimento, que havia florescido em mim,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor que tenho dentro do peito, é capaz de levantar montanhas, de tão intenso,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e eu estava cego, pois não consegui perceber isso antes,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de uma breve pausa, Gustavo ajoelhou-se,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tirou do bolso, uma pequena rosa, e perguntou:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Joana, você quer namorar comigo?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nessa hora mil pensamentos passavam dentro da cabeça de Joana, seu coração batia forte,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suas pernas tremiam, e ela não acreditava que estava ouvindo aquelas palavras.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joana então disse&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- é tudo o que eu sempre quis na vida!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijaram-se, e foram correndo ate o mar, jogar a rosa,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que a deusa dos oceanos trouxesse a mais bela historia de amor para os dois,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, aquele foi o melhor reveillon da vida de Joana, um dia que ela ate hoje nunca esqueceu!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, ela está com 85 anos,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Gustavo morreu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joana o amou com tudo o que tinha. Tiveram uma historia de amor, mais pura e sincera.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É, Joana teve o romance que sempre sonhou,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate hoje, Gustavo está em seus mais belos sonhos,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e ela ainda o ama, mesmo estando ausente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um amor verdadeiro não morre, ele dura, ate mesmo se os dois tivessem falecido&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pois mesmo depois disso,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando eles novamente se encontrarem, a chama do amor ainda estará viva!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ame hoje dá melhor forma, e com tudo o que pode!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor verdadeiro é a base da vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/1498627316198243225-1448578979773150474?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/1448578979773150474/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=1448578979773150474&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/1448578979773150474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/1448578979773150474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2009/12/um-sonho-uma-paixao-e-um-amor.html' title='Um sonho, uma paixão, e um amor Verdadeiro'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/SzgNs3dapmI/AAAAAAAAAo4/pbX4hSsu9Ow/s72-c/tumblr_kv6w3qVojD1qa5i73o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-5810700174139747062</id><published>2009-12-24T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T15:38:05.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Passando rapidinho aqui para desejar&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Feliz Natal&lt;/span&gt; a todos que seguem o blog, e obrigado por estarem presentes em todos os meus dias e que Papai Noel traga tudo de bom que pediram&lt;br /&gt;e mais alguma coisa boa que talves tenham esquecido, rs&lt;br /&gt;beijos&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-5810700174139747062?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/5810700174139747062/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=5810700174139747062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/5810700174139747062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/5810700174139747062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2009/12/passando-rapidinho-aqui-para-desejar.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-5987303112081191272</id><published>2009-12-20T09:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T09:33:10.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ausência</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/Sy5fxTwdF2I/AAAAAAAAAo0/hkMBaLIykUc/s1600-h/tumblr_kqb6dy9uwL1qzyrwvo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/Sy5fxTwdF2I/AAAAAAAAAo0/hkMBaLIykUc/s320/tumblr_kqb6dy9uwL1qzyrwvo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 10" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 10" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cadm%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-parent:"";	margin:0cm;	margin-bottom:.0001pt;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:12.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;	mso-header-margin:36.0pt;	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;	mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1	{page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sei que hoje eu contemplo o mar, e você não está mais tão perto &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mais eu não poderei lamentar, não, não irei lamentar,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu vou sorrir, mesmo que uma lagrima me escape.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pois a cada onda, e a cada sopro do vento, eu lembro do seu sorriso, eu lembro da força q você passava a todos nos, eu lembro da sua risada. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;E no fim, isso não será o bastante, eu sei que não . &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mais mesmo que você esteja fora do meu alcance, eu me alegrarei, eu sorrirei, e acreditarei, que um dia novamente estaremos nos abraçando.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Um ano e dois meses Davi Barbosa Alcântara&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você ainda faz muita falta!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-5987303112081191272?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/5987303112081191272/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=5987303112081191272&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/5987303112081191272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/5987303112081191272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2009/12/ausencia.html' title='ausência'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/Sy5fxTwdF2I/AAAAAAAAAo0/hkMBaLIykUc/s72-c/tumblr_kqb6dy9uwL1qzyrwvo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-5557485939241257847</id><published>2009-12-16T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T06:31:59.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carta para ele</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/Syls4LbV6dI/AAAAAAAAAoY/qk2tnFWHWdk/s1600-h/gsuahshas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/Syls4LbV6dI/AAAAAAAAAoY/qk2tnFWHWdk/s320/gsuahshas.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Querido Papai Noel,&lt;br /&gt;Sei que o senhor nunca existiu e que todos esses anos minha mãe me enganou com todas as historias sobre o senhor,&lt;br /&gt;Mais como é de costume, todo ano eu escrever uma carta para você.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui começo a minha:&lt;br /&gt;Esse ano não fui tão obediente, nem estudiosa,&lt;br /&gt;E sei que fiz muitas coisas erradas,&lt;br /&gt;Mais o bom, é que também conquistei muitas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Fiz muitos amigos, sai muito, e conheci a pessoa mais linda e mais doce desse mundo, o meu amor e essa foi a melhor coisa pra mim,&lt;br /&gt;Queria pedir apenas uma coisa ao senhor,&lt;br /&gt;Que dê jeito nas pessoas que precisam de apenas um terço de toda a felicidade que tive,&lt;br /&gt;Pois a pior coisa é ver uma criança, ou uma mulher, ou ate mesmo um idoso triste e sem esperança,&lt;br /&gt;Sei que é muito difícil ao senhor fazer isso, mais esse poderia ser o melhor presente que eu, poderia receber. Fico triste em saber que ah tanta corrupção e á poucas pessoas disposta a fazer isso mudar, tem tanta gente por ai passando dificuldade enquanto o governo só quer saber de sonegar dinheiro...&lt;br /&gt;Mundo muito injusto, mais sei que se o senhor colocar sorriso no rosto dessas pessoas que passam necessidades, elas poderão lutar por um mundo mais justo com todas as forças!&lt;br /&gt;Este ano aprendi muitas coisas com a vida, refleti, e ate mudei algumas atitudes minha,&lt;br /&gt;Amadureci.&lt;br /&gt;Bom Papai Noel, todos os presentes que eu pedi o senhor ate hoje nunca chegaram, e outros foram meus pais que compraram pra mim..&lt;br /&gt;mais que esse ano seja diferente,&lt;br /&gt;se o senhor poder fazer isso por mim, eu perdôo o senhor por iludir todas as criancinhas inocente desse mundo,!&lt;br /&gt;Ficarei grata se o senhor fizer o que lhe pedi.&lt;br /&gt;2bjs e um aperto :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Pauta para o PostIT&amp;nbsp; ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-5557485939241257847?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/5557485939241257847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=5557485939241257847&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/5557485939241257847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/5557485939241257847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2009/12/querido-papai-noel-sei-que-o-senhor.html' title='Carta para ele'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/Syls4LbV6dI/AAAAAAAAAoY/qk2tnFWHWdk/s72-c/gsuahshas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-9097071098151065732</id><published>2009-12-15T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T05:10:35.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma canção e um pensamento em você!</title><content type='html'>Pra que mentir&lt;br /&gt;Fingir que perdoou&lt;br /&gt;Tentar ficar amigos sem rancor&lt;br /&gt;A  emoção acabou&lt;br /&gt;Que coincidência é o amor&lt;br /&gt;A nossa música nunca mais  tocou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Barão vermelho e Cazuza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alguem conhece musica mais perfeita que essa?&lt;br /&gt;me faz refletir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-9097071098151065732?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/9097071098151065732/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=9097071098151065732&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/9097071098151065732'/><link 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me bate uma sensação de conforto *-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLQQVop15yk/SyRSvmVHt8I/AAAAAAAAAX8/Ssyu2umncws/s1600-h/936927404_054d0c7fdd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLQQVop15yk/SyRSvmVHt8I/AAAAAAAAAX8/Ssyu2umncws/s320/936927404_054d0c7fdd.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLQQVop15yk/SyRS7WbGj2I/AAAAAAAAAYI/iJaKNBeMqO4/s1600-h/20080916032933.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLQQVop15yk/SyRS7WbGj2I/AAAAAAAAAYI/iJaKNBeMqO4/s320/20080916032933.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: 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style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/Sx_adDaBRJI/AAAAAAAAAoE/bGGGifEYSJY/s200/20090313221104.jpg" width="200" border="0" height="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;a professora uma vez, me perguntou o que era o vento,&lt;br /&gt;pensei um pouco e pra dá uma de sabichona, respondi :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;vento é ar, andando com pressa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naquela época eu não sabia,&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;mais eu era poeta . rs'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/1498627316198243225-3770268357305510260?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Ao lado dela está o noivo, Nick, de 23. A foto foi tirada pouco antes da cerimônia de casamento dos dois, realizada em 11 de janeiro de 2005 nos Estados Unidos. Katie tem câncer em estado terminal e passa horas por dia recebendo medicação. Na foto Nick aguarda o término de mais uma destas sessões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/SxrJpzEi1JI/AAAAAAAAAmg/XFBlbFAvxVE/s1600-h/OgAAAH-on7Ql-R3M-Fbh5bvKyI5E-SyEg6Q6Xj7TntogP02us_rOSRepEl_GrvJzVl98l3GlHhl2551hka9cRp8S8noAm1T1UENJStI_hqeF7V868Ip1gKmyxANm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 237px; height: 157px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/SxrJpzEi1JI/AAAAAAAAAmg/XFBlbFAvxVE/s320/OgAAAH-on7Ql-R3M-Fbh5bvKyI5E-SyEg6Q6Xj7TntogP02us_rOSRepEl_GrvJzVl98l3GlHhl2551hka9cRp8S8noAm1T1UENJStI_hqeF7V868Ip1gKmyxANm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Katie, sentada em uma cadeira de rodas e com o tubo de oxigênio, ouve o marido e os amigos cantarem para ela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/SxrMdAA94RI/AAAAAAAAAm4/Xr3t_REq8C8/s1600-h/OgAAAI-cSlWiy2GiWXhoz0T1inAJkhxBOcYlSVaCYrmHFM7lQ0lwamYOuXr1olusR75gfyZ9Id9PFqrjVQfKzxg_zWQAm1T1UKGAH4YWYiGCq_E1RD2cheVSZGlC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/SxrMdAA94RI/AAAAAAAAAm4/Xr3t_REq8C8/s200/OgAAAI-cSlWiy2GiWXhoz0T1inAJkhxBOcYlSVaCYrmHFM7lQ0lwamYOuXr1olusR75gfyZ9Id9PFqrjVQfKzxg_zWQAm1T1UKGAH4YWYiGCq_E1RD2cheVSZGlC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411862700831400210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 10" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 10" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cadm%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um acessório inusitado na festa foi o tubo de oxigênio usado por Katie. Ele acompanhou a noiva em toda a cerimônia e na festa também. O outro casal da foto são os pais de Nick, emocionados com o casamento do filho com a mulher que namorou desde a adolescência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/SxrKEPO2XrI/AAAAAAAAAms/MygW_YajFpk/s1600-h/OgAAAI-cSlWiy2GiWXhoz0T1inAJkhxBOcYlSVaCYrmHFM7lQ0lwamYOuXr1olusR75gfyZ9Id9PFqrjVQfKzxg_zWQAm1T1UKGAH4YWYiGCq_E1RD2cheVSZGlC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 236px; height: 157px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/SxrKEPO2XrI/AAAAAAAAAms/MygW_YajFpk/s320/OgAAAI-cSlWiy2GiWXhoz0T1inAJkhxBOcYlSVaCYrmHFM7lQ0lwamYOuXr1olusR75gfyZ9Id9PFqrjVQfKzxg_zWQAm1T1UKGAH4YWYiGCq_E1RD2cheVSZGlC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 10" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 10" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cadm%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Apesar de sentir muita dor, de vários órgãos estarem apresentando falência e ter que recorrer à morfina, Katie levou adiante o casamento e fez questão de cuidar do máximo de detalhes. O vestido teve que ser ajustado várias vezes, pois Katie perde peso todos os dias devido ao câncer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cadm%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; 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Ele acompanhou a noiva em toda a cerimônia e na festa também. O outro casal da foto são os pais de Nick, emocionados com o casamento do filho com a mulher que namorou desde a adolescência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cadm%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; 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A dor a impede de ficar de pé por muito tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 10" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 10" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cadm%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/SxrKV_gxupI/AAAAAAAAAm0/eQf55VDDSgs/s1600-h/OgAAAPs0a33cBYSuMJ9nQJ4mBr8OaC5gVaKrDpCWXzU9ZZk5kjpetJFzv0lCbv3muknF9yT8hZSlKF9twqgzW0aUbRsAm1T1UEHAKlEqOBYUbagMUfbow2VRvT7Q.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 232px; height: 154px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/SxrKV_gxupI/AAAAAAAAAm0/eQf55VDDSgs/s320/OgAAAPs0a33cBYSuMJ9nQJ4mBr8OaC5gVaKrDpCWXzU9ZZk5kjpetJFzv0lCbv3muknF9yT8hZSlKF9twqgzW0aUbRsAm1T1UEHAKlEqOBYUbagMUfbow2VRvT7Q.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 10" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 10" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cadm%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/SxrSODLl1XI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/I5QJvtYoTKc/s1600-h/OgAAAPs0a33cBYSuMJ9nQJ4mBr8OaC5gVaKrDpCWXzU9ZZk5kjpetJFzv0lCbv3muknF9yT8hZSlKF9twqgzW0aUbRsAm1T1UEHAKlEqOBYUbagMUfbow2VRvT7Q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/SxrSODLl1XI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/I5QJvtYoTKc/s200/OgAAAPs0a33cBYSuMJ9nQJ4mBr8OaC5gVaKrDpCWXzU9ZZk5kjpetJFzv0lCbv3muknF9yT8hZSlKF9twqgzW0aUbRsAm1T1UEHAKlEqOBYUbagMUfbow2VRvT7Q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411869041052996978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Katie morreu 5 dias após o casamento. As fotos venceram um concurso americano de jornalismo.  Ver uma menina tão debilitada vestida de noiva e com um sorrisão nos lábios faz a gente pensar se a vida é mesmo tão complicada. Por isso reflita e leia toda vez que estiver estressada com o casamento, quando tiver ataques de raiva por causa de um fornecedor ou quando pensar em desistir de tudo.E o mais importante: ame as pessoas de forma sincera, o amanhã à Deus pertence e você pode não estar vivo para se desculpar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Historia de amor verdadeiro, de muitas lutas e sonhos realizados.&lt;br /&gt;mesmo os dois sabendo que ela poderia morrer a qualquer momento,&lt;br /&gt;foram enfrente, realizaram um sonho, foram felizes a pesar das complicaçoes.&lt;br /&gt;um amor verdadeiro supera qualquer dificuldade, seja ela qual for.&lt;br /&gt;a morte separou os dois, mais o para sempre deles, foi vivido da melhor forma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Pauta para o Blorkutando!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-5675867076256721957?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/5675867076256721957/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=5675867076256721957&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/5675867076256721957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/5675867076256721957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2009/12/moca-da-foto-se-chama-katie-kirkpatrick.html' title='Até que a morte os separe'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/SxrJd6XLyNI/AAAAAAAAAmc/CxKnidCqjLE/s72-c/OgAAAH4ouzxtw-GWgNGlfhft2OyFNz3UfC15MF3E5kmEXjpWzQxHvkbUQRN-6zFY8T5VSyCDPlPpfy3XNB5oelW8BykAm1T1UNGG9jbvyr46xmFlo9fhlDU-j62L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-5777976048109932160</id><published>2009-12-05T11:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T19:11:48.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promoção'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a class="l15b" href="http://www.skoob.com.br/promocao/codigo/44795"&gt;http://www.skoob.com.br/promocao/codigo/44795&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gente, vcs estão afim de ganhar livros?&lt;br /&gt;Bom, esse site está lançando uma promoção bem legal!&lt;br /&gt;É só clicar no link acima, se cadastrar no site e em seguida na promoção. O nome da promoção é &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RENOVE SUA ESTANTE&lt;/span&gt; . Feito isso vc estará concorrendo a 10 livros de sua escolha :D&lt;br /&gt;como eu sei que os seguidores adoram uma leitura,&lt;br /&gt;resolvi postar o link aqui!!&lt;br /&gt;Boa sorte a tds :)&lt;br /&gt;Beijoos ;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-5777976048109932160?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/5777976048109932160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=5777976048109932160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/5777976048109932160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/5777976048109932160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2009/12/httpwww.html' title='Promoção&apos;'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-4862709857159698005</id><published>2009-12-03T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T19:12:46.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>voltey' \o/</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/Sxh9dA5PN3I/AAAAAAAAAmA/YHjTtJyXH0w/s1600/20090424141142.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/Sxh9dA5PN3I/AAAAAAAAAmA/YHjTtJyXH0w/s400/20090424141142.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em meio a tanta escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Uma lua vem a iluminar o caminho&lt;br /&gt;Vem a fazer sorrir meu dia&lt;br /&gt;Ajudando-me em uma direção&lt;br /&gt;Não me deixando mais sozinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crescente felicidade me traz à tona&lt;br /&gt;Com gestos simples&lt;br /&gt;Um olhar, um beijo&lt;br /&gt;Traz meu dono um sorriso ao meu rosto&lt;br /&gt;E do seu também quero lhe tirar&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso de felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Esse é meu desejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;| &lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;rá sei que sentiram muito a minha falta, então resolvi voltar, u.u&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;blog agora tá do geitinho que eu quero, éh a crise se foi ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-4862709857159698005?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/4862709857159698005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=4862709857159698005&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/4862709857159698005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/4862709857159698005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2009/12/voltey-o.html' title='voltey&apos; \o/'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/Sxh9dA5PN3I/AAAAAAAAAmA/YHjTtJyXH0w/s72-c/20090424141142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-5807550669157896335</id><published>2009-12-01T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T16:47:17.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off' :/</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Temporáriamente fora do ár.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não tenho mais inspiração pra nada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#crise seja bem vinda.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;| &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tive vontade de deitar na cama e chorar,e foi justamente o que eu fiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quando me recuperar, volto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-5807550669157896335?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/5807550669157896335/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=5807550669157896335&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/5807550669157896335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/5807550669157896335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2009/12/off.html' title='Off&apos; :/'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-1985654476906386894</id><published>2009-11-29T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T07:07:04.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>domingo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/SxKOBDgqNPI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Vs3cjMYQcUc/s1600/tirinha_domingo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="141" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/SxKOBDgqNPI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Vs3cjMYQcUc/s400/tirinha_domingo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1498627316198243225-1985654476906386894?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/1985654476906386894/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=1985654476906386894&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/1985654476906386894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/1985654476906386894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2009/11/domingo.html' title='domingo'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/SxKOBDgqNPI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Vs3cjMYQcUc/s72-c/tirinha_domingo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-4222573216557319966</id><published>2009-11-27T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T07:09:57.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>abraçar-te</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/SxKOi06e5tI/AAAAAAAAAlI/5JtoyRw256I/s1600/OgAAABahwCmrJ422o9XpNc2q0r1uAxrbd-8UE9K19ANRTlmmWepJNkd3-WvYZW_FVs9wb5vNrmhB6VE9w24LhEdT5W8Am1T1UIc0UxwR27gNIuvq3sNZap3La3Ez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 137px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/SxKOi06e5tI/AAAAAAAAAlI/5JtoyRw256I/s320/OgAAABahwCmrJ422o9XpNc2q0r1uAxrbd-8UE9K19ANRTlmmWepJNkd3-WvYZW_FVs9wb5vNrmhB6VE9w24LhEdT5W8Am1T1UIc0UxwR27gNIuvq3sNZap3La3Ez.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409542831396021970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"De repente me deu vontade de um abraço&lt;br /&gt;Uma vontade de entrelaço, de proximidade&lt;br /&gt;De amizade, sei lá&lt;br /&gt;Talvez um aconchego que enfatize a vida&lt;br /&gt;E amenize as dores&lt;br /&gt;Deu vontade de poder rever&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que me deu vontade desse abraço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Um abraço, transmite tanta coisa boa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;foi com um abraço que te tive pra mim outra vez!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-4222573216557319966?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/4222573216557319966/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=4222573216557319966&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/4222573216557319966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/4222573216557319966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2009/11/de-repente-me-deu-vontade-de-um-abraco.html' title='abraçar-te'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/SxKOi06e5tI/AAAAAAAAAlI/5JtoyRw256I/s72-c/OgAAABahwCmrJ422o9XpNc2q0r1uAxrbd-8UE9K19ANRTlmmWepJNkd3-WvYZW_FVs9wb5vNrmhB6VE9w24LhEdT5W8Am1T1UIc0UxwR27gNIuvq3sNZap3La3Ez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-1535174284954864571</id><published>2009-11-27T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T15:24:18.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Especial  *-*</title><content type='html'>Recebi mais tres selos da &lt;a href="http://prefiraasjoaninhas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mel&lt;/a&gt; amiga obrigado,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S4Bu5kLwYMI/AAAAAAAAAuM/Q2Ja-2QZ3WY/s1600-h/blogueiro_honesto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S4Bu5kLwYMI/AAAAAAAAAuM/Q2Ja-2QZ3WY/s320/blogueiro_honesto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440470285108142274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S4Bu5Y9ke9I/AAAAAAAAAuE/EE00oe0PgaU/s1600-h/Esse_Blog_Tem_Tudo_Que_preciso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S4Bu5Y9ke9I/AAAAAAAAAuE/EE00oe0PgaU/s320/Esse_Blog_Tem_Tudo_Que_preciso.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440470282095852498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S4Bu5GA6rRI/AAAAAAAAAt8/XzypBmB_chY/s1600-h/ESTE_B%7E2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 147px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S4Bu5GA6rRI/AAAAAAAAAt8/XzypBmB_chY/s320/ESTE_B%7E2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440470277009616146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regra - uma reflexão:&lt;br /&gt;Você se torna mais atraente sendo a pessoa que você é . De cabelos lisos ou cacheados. Com maquiagem ou com o rosto ao natural. Vestindo roupa de grife ou com uma calça jeans e uma camiseta básica. Você se torna atraente por aquilo que seu olhar transmite, pelo que seu corpo revela, pelo que seus lábios dizem, ou seja, por sua essência .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valorize-se mais e preoculpe-se menos com coisas fúteis ;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-1535174284954864571?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/1535174284954864571/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=1535174284954864571&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/1535174284954864571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/1535174284954864571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2009/11/especial.html' title='Especial  *-*'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S4Bu5kLwYMI/AAAAAAAAAuM/Q2Ja-2QZ3WY/s72-c/blogueiro_honesto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-3818674372267790891</id><published>2009-11-25T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T18:03:45.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>droga  ;s</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;''a vida é muito rápida, faz a gente ir do céu ao inferno em questão de segundos...''&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é tive a prova disso hoje,&lt;br /&gt;a tarde foi otima, á noite,  péssima,!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;odeio quando os dias terminam assim, ;@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-3818674372267790891?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/3818674372267790891/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=3818674372267790891&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/3818674372267790891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/3818674372267790891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2009/11/droga-s.html' title='droga  ;s'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-5453143574958383547</id><published>2009-11-23T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T16:14:30.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um beijo, um abraço, e um EUTEAMO, para o dia 24</title><content type='html'>Queria palavras pequenas,&lt;br /&gt;e alguns versos simples,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pra demonstrar o tamanho do sentimento que sinto aqui,&lt;br /&gt;mais como ele é tão grande, não consegui encontar nada que o traduzisse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um sentimento tão forte, que ás vezes nem dormir consigo,&lt;br /&gt;pois minha mente insiste em somente pensar em ti.&lt;br /&gt;Acho somos um nó, um nó que não tão cedo, desatará!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quer casar comigo? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;(rsrs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me deu vontade agora! &lt;span style="color: rgb(234, 153, 153);"&gt;*-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ficar pra sempre, pertinho de ti! &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para alguem muito importante, que me atura á &lt;b&gt;6 meses&lt;/b&gt;, :D'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;obrigado pela bela compania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(116, 27, 71);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:yellow;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92);"&gt;u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(234, 153, 153);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;Mateus &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-5453143574958383547?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/5453143574958383547/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=5453143574958383547&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/5453143574958383547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/5453143574958383547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2009/11/queria-palavras-pequenas-e-alguns.html' title='Um beijo, um abraço, e um EUTEAMO, para o dia 24'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-8314928036238080793</id><published>2009-11-17T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T07:58:58.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>para os que se sentem tristes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/SwLH35dlc8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/uugRsZehce0/s1600/54_foto_1919.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/SwLH35dlc8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/uugRsZehce0/s200/54_foto_1919.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Continuo a pensar que quando tudo parece sem saída,&lt;br /&gt;sempre se pode cantar &lt;span style="color: rgb(147, 196, 125);"&gt;♫ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(147, 196, 125);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(147, 196, 125);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;| e canta que a vida é bela. õ/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(147, 196, 125);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fernando Anitele) ↑&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-8314928036238080793?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/8314928036238080793/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=8314928036238080793&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/8314928036238080793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/8314928036238080793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2009/11/para-os-que-se-sentem-tristes.html' title='para os que se sentem tristes'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/SwLH35dlc8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/uugRsZehce0/s72-c/54_foto_1919.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-8332245218745987209</id><published>2009-11-14T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T18:41:07.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/Sv9qA5ReVyI/AAAAAAAAAjg/DDYGjWhmUY8/s1600-h/30227364-crop-tile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/Sv9qA5ReVyI/AAAAAAAAAjg/DDYGjWhmUY8/s200/30227364-crop-tile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Não gosto muito dessaas mudanças repentinas de humor.&lt;br /&gt;quando tudo parece legal, numa reviravolta tudo se complica!&lt;br /&gt;por que todos os dia acabam assim,?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;essa bagunça de idéias, é o que mais me dói!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-8332245218745987209?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/8332245218745987209/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=8332245218745987209&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/8332245218745987209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/8332245218745987209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2009/11/nao-gosto-muito-dessaas-mudancas.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/Sv9qA5ReVyI/AAAAAAAAAjg/DDYGjWhmUY8/s72-c/30227364-crop-tile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-1096254665094885509</id><published>2009-11-11T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T14:19:34.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/Svr0uYbNQ-I/AAAAAAAAAjY/Ornw3Qt6xEQ/s1600-h/tumblr_ksqujxgyj81qa2sero1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/Svr0uYbNQ-I/AAAAAAAAAjY/Ornw3Qt6xEQ/s200/tumblr_ksqujxgyj81qa2sero1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"a gente se apertou um contra o outro. a gente queria ficar apertado assim porque nos completávamos desse jeito, o corpo de um sendo a metade perdida do corpo do outro."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;p.s:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;para minha pessoa favorita&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: #ff99ff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-1096254665094885509?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/1096254665094885509/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=1096254665094885509&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/1096254665094885509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/1096254665094885509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2009/11/gente-se-apertou-um-contra-o-outro.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/Svr0uYbNQ-I/AAAAAAAAAjY/Ornw3Qt6xEQ/s72-c/tumblr_ksqujxgyj81qa2sero1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-743111801858485276</id><published>2009-11-08T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T10:20:35.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotografias. historias guardadas em imagens</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; 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 &lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;oi por isso que fiquei triste assim, quando te vi naquela fotografia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;O &lt;/b&gt;momento, o lugar, o que eu desejava.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;udo o que eu precisava era estar congelada ali contigo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt; único desejo que eu sentia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;randes momentos foram os seus, parados, quietos em pedaços de papel&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;íspidas angustias senti, por não estar ao seu lado naquela fotografia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;final, não era a mim que você pertencia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;ui infeliz todos esses dias&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;maginando, querendo estar com você todos aqueles momentos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt; única coisa que eu queria&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;p.s. poema suuper horrível, fiz no embalo da palavra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Poderia ter feito algo melhor mais não to com cabeça pra pensar, hoje não,! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 coisas que você precisa saber sobre &lt;i&gt;fotografar&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; Olhe o local que você fotografar primeiro com seu coração e depois com a câmera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; Faça algo diferente, abuse da criatividade, novos ângulos são bem vindos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;- O melhor equipamento é o que você tem hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Pauta para o Blorkutando' :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;p.s² adorei o tema. Fotografar é uma das minhas maiores paixões, ta fazendo parte de mim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-743111801858485276?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/743111801858485276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=743111801858485276&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/743111801858485276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/743111801858485276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2009/11/fotografias-historias-guardadas-em.html' title='Fotografias. historias guardadas em imagens'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-5815403152876408214</id><published>2009-11-06T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T13:56:54.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pequeno poema pra um gande amor.</title><content type='html'>Eu sempre olho o mundo através de você&lt;br /&gt;é por isso que devo vê-lo de uma forma bonita&lt;br /&gt;há dias que uma multidão toda grita,&lt;br /&gt;mas seria fácil reconhecer sua voz dentre todas elas&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre olho o mundo através de você&lt;br /&gt;não há dias nebulosos e nem chuva inesperada;&lt;br /&gt;desculpe se você tem sido meus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;mas só assim pude embelezar a tristeza e descobrir a poesia&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre olho o mundo através de você&lt;br /&gt;desde aquele dia que um anjo traduziu o bater de meu coração&lt;br /&gt;ao menos lá fora é uma tela ainda com tinta fresca&lt;br /&gt;cheirando a lírios recém colhidos em boa época&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre olho o mundo através de você&lt;br /&gt;bem mais que a visão, me permites os sentidos todos&lt;br /&gt;enquanto permaneces sentado nesse banco dourado de primavera&lt;br /&gt;a realidade parece um sonho que posso tocar acordada ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Mateus, te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&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/1498627316198243225-5815403152876408214?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/5815403152876408214/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=5815403152876408214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/5815403152876408214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/5815403152876408214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2009/11/pequeno-poema-pra-um-gande-amor.html' title='Pequeno poema pra um gande amor.'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-405088181057996074</id><published>2009-11-04T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T14:09:56.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 anoo de Com.Problema, õ/</title><content type='html'>Poisér foiii ontem, &lt;strike style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;(03/11)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais eu sou uma pessoa muito mongol, eu havia esquessido, :B'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARABÉÉNS AO MEU BLOOG,&amp;nbsp; 1 aninho de vida,&lt;br /&gt;que emoção, &lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;*-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- outra coisa, tirei 1° lugar na olimpiada de portugues do meu colégio&lt;br /&gt;hoje foi um dia de muitas emoçoes,! :D&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; Feliiiz &lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;*-*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;\õ/&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma frase,:&lt;br /&gt;''acredite meu pequeno, haja ou não frutos, é pelo sonho que vamos''&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;amey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por hoje é só, &lt;i&gt;bejosbejos&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;:*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-405088181057996074?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/405088181057996074/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=405088181057996074&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/405088181057996074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/405088181057996074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2009/11/1-anoo-de-comproblema-o.html' title='1 anoo de Com.Problema, õ/'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-5963115839694067495</id><published>2009-11-04T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T13:39:25.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>meu selinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/SvH0hlknE7I/AAAAAAAAAjA/x5r4OavG-Q0/s1600-h/%5BSELO%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/SvH0hlknE7I/AAAAAAAAAjA/x5r4OavG-Q0/s200/%5BSELO%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400366286052463538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganheei meu primeiro seliinho gemtem, õ/&lt;br /&gt;foi da Mel do blog &lt;a href="http://prefiraasjoaninhas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Prefira as joaninhas&lt;/a&gt; obriigado amiga, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;*-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;tenho que responder essas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; perguntas&lt;/span&gt; e indicar &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; bloogs, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eu já: fiz alguem sofrer por mim&lt;br /&gt;- Eu nunca: me arrependi de nada que fiz&lt;br /&gt;- Eu sei: que com o passar das horas, tudo melhora&lt;br /&gt;- Eu quero: que minha felicidade seja constante&lt;br /&gt;- Eu sonho: em ir a París&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;indico aos seguintes blogs&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;- http://vanessaksemrascunho.blogspot.com/ -Vanessa&lt;br /&gt;- http://toledo-esefosseverdade.blogspot.com/ -Lorena&lt;br /&gt;-http://decadenciaimaginaria.blogspot.com/ -Rivia&lt;br /&gt;-http://medodesonhar.blogspot.com/ -Chris&lt;br /&gt;-http://eraumavezdesiree.blogspot.com/ -Desirée&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(224, 102, 102);"&gt;valeu! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-5963115839694067495?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/5963115839694067495/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=5963115839694067495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/5963115839694067495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/5963115839694067495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2009/11/meu-selinho.html' title='meu selinho'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/SvH0hlknE7I/AAAAAAAAAjA/x5r4OavG-Q0/s72-c/%5BSELO%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-6600503445096663841</id><published>2009-11-03T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T13:10:31.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>não há o que diser.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/SvCY4LDl1TI/AAAAAAAAAi4/uGWWSBtzyAo/s1600-h/OgAAAHZKgmHJP8H02cUUzbsfgptZZOt5gln7ArgFXZovdhbd4y24tcDdHiyn3-hkSo6GBI3XG_Ly-KwMlFlm021mmssAm1T1UB3tDQ7i5nCGKwL7YBhog5CDlZLl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/SvCY4LDl1TI/AAAAAAAAAi4/uGWWSBtzyAo/s320/OgAAAHZKgmHJP8H02cUUzbsfgptZZOt5gln7ArgFXZovdhbd4y24tcDdHiyn3-hkSo6GBI3XG_Ly-KwMlFlm021mmssAm1T1UB3tDQ7i5nCGKwL7YBhog5CDlZLl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;quais são as cores das dores que ninguém vê?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foi naquele instante que a imensidão do mundo, me mostrou que eu, não era nada!&lt;br /&gt;nada pra mim, nada pra ninguem :~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Sou &lt;strike&gt;meio&lt;/strike&gt; ausênte ate de mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nenhum sorriso eu dei, ate agora. nem aquele para fingir estár feliz mesmo sentindo a dor correndo o peito, desde ontem somente lágrimas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-6600503445096663841?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/6600503445096663841/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=6600503445096663841&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/6600503445096663841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/6600503445096663841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2009/11/nao-ha-o-que-diser.html' title='não há o que diser.'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/SvCY4LDl1TI/AAAAAAAAAi4/uGWWSBtzyAo/s72-c/OgAAAHZKgmHJP8H02cUUzbsfgptZZOt5gln7ArgFXZovdhbd4y24tcDdHiyn3-hkSo6GBI3XG_Ly-KwMlFlm021mmssAm1T1UB3tDQ7i5nCGKwL7YBhog5CDlZLl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-4387758626217676428</id><published>2009-10-31T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T11:16:11.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>apenas um conto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/Sux7_1CAgWI/AAAAAAAAAio/jFTAgRIT9C0/s1600-h/3658753910_7f03f5539c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 248px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/Sux7_1CAgWI/AAAAAAAAAio/jFTAgRIT9C0/s320/3658753910_7f03f5539c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Há muito tempo, Em um lugar muito distante, Havia uma princesa chamada Lili.&lt;br /&gt;Lili tinha sido amaldiçoada por um ex namorado traidor e hipócrita, que no passado tinha sido abandonado por tais comportamentos. Porém ele não aceitava ter perdido a mulher de sua vida, pra ele não existiria ser mais maravilhoso no mundo. Foi então que ao trancafiá-la em uma torre ele disse: “Aqui ficarás até que outro te ame como eu te amei, apesar dos chifres que eu te dei!” Desde então, Lili nunca mais sentiu o calor de uma nova paixão.&lt;br /&gt;Trancada ali durante anos e anos, tendo apenas algumas folhas de papel, tinta e pincel, ela escreveu as seguintes palavras que em questão de segundos foram lidas por todo o mundo:&lt;br /&gt;Venho por meio desta carta comunicar a todos que passo muito bem aqui na Torre. Tive tempo de sobra para cuidar de mim. Do meu cabelo que estava cheio de pontas duplas, das minhas unhas que não viam uma alicate há séculos, e do meu corpo constantemente maltratado por todos os tipo de bombas calóricas, das quais eu não conseguia resistir quando estava aí fora. Aqui dentro não existem esse tipo de regalias.&lt;br /&gt;Também gostaria de comunicar ao príncipe encantado que não venha! EU NUNCA TIVE TANTO TEMPO PRA APROVEITAR A VIDA COMO AGORA, então não seria mais um homem num pangaré branco que me faria desistir de tudo isso.&lt;br /&gt;Por favor querido, não me leve a mal. Mas eu não vejo isso como uma alternativa para minha liberdade, muito pelo contrário. Não me livraria de uma torre pra ser prisioneira de um sentimento, NÃO MESMO .&lt;br /&gt;Aqui até que não é tão ruim como os contos de fadas dizem. Eu tenho tempo pra pensar na vida, e ver como eu me enganei enquanto eu estava “livre”.&lt;br /&gt;Vou lhes contar um segredo, mas é um segredo secretíssimo. Que vai abalar todas as histórias já contadas no mundo todo, de Raponzel à Cinderela. E que as bruxas e ex namorados não saibam jamais, mas a verdade é que eu não estou presa aqui nessa torre.&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que nenhuma princesa nunca esteve presa em nenhuma torre antes. Elas apenas sonham em encontrar o grande amor de suas vidas, aquele que dá sentido ao “felizes para sempre”. Elas realmente esperam por isso pacientemente por anos e anos.&lt;br /&gt;A raponzel é um exemplo de coragem, pois que tipo de mulher deixaria seu cabelo crescer daquela forma e depois o usaria como corda pra encontrar o amor da sua vida? E a Cinderela então, que deixou esse salto caríssimo da Dior como rastro pra que o príncipe descobrisse onde achá-la?&lt;br /&gt;Definitivamente eu não faço nenhum desses tipos. E que os contos de fadas me perdoem, mas independente de ter um príncipe ou não, o meu &lt;i&gt;“FELIZ PRA SEMPRE”&lt;/i&gt; já está garantido a muito tempo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-4387758626217676428?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/4387758626217676428/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=4387758626217676428&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/4387758626217676428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/4387758626217676428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2009/10/ha-muito-tempo-em-um-lugar-muito.html' title='apenas um conto'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/Sux7_1CAgWI/AAAAAAAAAio/jFTAgRIT9C0/s72-c/3658753910_7f03f5539c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-4835672452563943746</id><published>2009-10-22T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T16:18:42.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/SuDoNs-eo_I/AAAAAAAAAig/yg86OxptdW4/s1600-h/Love_Squares_by_DistantTree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/SuDoNs-eo_I/AAAAAAAAAig/yg86OxptdW4/s320/Love_Squares_by_DistantTree.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;estou pensando em você e o telefone toca e corta o meu pensamento e o do outro lado do fio você me diz: &lt;i&gt;estou pensando tanto em você&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;|&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; o que seria de mim sem esse chato?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-4835672452563943746?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/4835672452563943746/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=4835672452563943746&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/4835672452563943746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/4835672452563943746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2009/10/estou-pensando-em-voce-e-o-telefone.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/SuDoNs-eo_I/AAAAAAAAAig/yg86OxptdW4/s72-c/Love_Squares_by_DistantTree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-4204644997614275289</id><published>2009-10-17T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:07:17.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eterno Luto</title><content type='html'>meu anjo, ja se passou um ano,&lt;br /&gt;e a sausade continua a doer aqui no peito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;''cedo ou tarde a gente vai se encontrar'' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra sempre&lt;i&gt; DaviBarbosa&lt;/i&gt;' (f)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-4204644997614275289?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/4204644997614275289/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=4204644997614275289&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/4204644997614275289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/4204644997614275289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2009/10/meu-anjo-ja-se-passou-um-ano-e-sausade.html' title='Eterno Luto'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-1803639352506903696</id><published>2009-10-15T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:06:49.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>despedida</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;‘’Como se não o quisesse, Ele lhe deu Adeus. E foi o Adeus mais Triste que já teve que Dar. Por que na Verdade, ele queria a amizade mas não sabia como lhe Contar aquilo que precisava ser Dito, mas sem Magoá-lo Ele não iria conseguir Falar.’’&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;perder um amigo de verdade é uma das piores coisas da vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-1803639352506903696?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/1803639352506903696/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=1803639352506903696&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/1803639352506903696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/1803639352506903696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2009/10/como-se-nao-o-quisesse-ele-lhe-deu.html' title='despedida'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-3962351461329431983</id><published>2009-10-13T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T17:25:25.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Distância</title><content type='html'>mais feliz eu seria se a tua casa fosse na rua de cima...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ninguem nem presisa entender,&lt;br /&gt;muito menos questionar&lt;br /&gt;nada precisa fazer sentido quando meu sorriso fala por mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|eu só queria uma distância mais curta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;M&amp;amp;G&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-3962351461329431983?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/3962351461329431983/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=3962351461329431983&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/3962351461329431983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/3962351461329431983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2009/10/mais-feliz-eu-seria-se-tua-casa-fosse.html' title='Distância'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-5828829141397401508</id><published>2009-10-12T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T11:02:31.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>como um anjo.</title><content type='html'>Eu estava tentando voar,&lt;br /&gt;mas eu não consegui achar asas.&lt;br /&gt;Mas você chegou.&lt;br /&gt;E mudou tudo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-5828829141397401508?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/5828829141397401508/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=5828829141397401508&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/5828829141397401508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/5828829141397401508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2009/10/como-um-anjo.html' title='como um anjo.'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-3203904229306184732</id><published>2009-10-04T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T11:18:22.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>domingo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;queria acreditar que a culpa não é minha, mas finais de semana são depressivos, melancólicos.&lt;br /&gt;sai daqui e feche a porta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(todo domingo é depressivo)'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;-inventarei algum lugar para sair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;:}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-3203904229306184732?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/3203904229306184732/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=3203904229306184732&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/3203904229306184732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/3203904229306184732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2009/10/queria-acreditar-que-culpa-nao-e-minha.html' title='domingo'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-5776700130412451259</id><published>2009-10-02T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T17:33:07.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O amor é Lindo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/SsabjWKikNI/AAAAAAAAAgE/dZowWidL3Pw/s1600-h/Love_is____by_Kelsea_Kismet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/SsabjWKikNI/AAAAAAAAAgE/dZowWidL3Pw/s200/Love_is____by_Kelsea_Kismet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Meu coração tava fechado havia ate uma rachadura no meio,&lt;br /&gt;Os dias eram todos de chuva, e o sol, já nem aparecia mais pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;Ate que um dia, o cupido barrou comigo na rua e acertou em cheio, uma flecha em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Então a partir daí, eu percebi que meu mundo havia mudado, tava mais brilhante, a chuva já havia passado e as flores, já desabrochavam em um vermelho reluzente.&lt;br /&gt;Foi então que eu o vi, sentado na cadeira, pernas pro alto, lendo um livro de física, jeito inocente, me olho, eu retribui o olhar com um leve riso, ele era aquele que eu havia esperado a vida inteira, então levantou-se, veio em minha direção, meu coração disparou nesse momento, minhas pernas tremiam muito, e ele ate percebeu.&lt;br /&gt;Pegou em minha mão e andamos ate sentarmos debaixo de uma arvore,&lt;br /&gt;Ele me olhou mais uma vez e então disse baixinho ao meu ouvido: você é quem eu sempre esperei.&lt;br /&gt;Ele beijou-me, e eu me senti a garota mais especial do mundo, ele, meu príncipe, escolheu-me como sua princesa, descobriu meus medos, segredos, me mudou e libertou-me de uma vida chata, e sem emoções.&lt;br /&gt;E hoje, eu só agradeço aquele cupido, que virou nosso anjo, o anjo do nosso amor.&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida não seria completa, sem o meu príncipe por perto.&lt;span style="color: rgb(224, 102, 102);"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-5776700130412451259?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/5776700130412451259/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=5776700130412451259&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/5776700130412451259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fui ser feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(volto outra hora)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-3658105161715806279?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/3658105161715806279/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=3658105161715806279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/3658105161715806279'/><link rel='self' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/Sr198wcVoEI/AAAAAAAAAf8/hFzp4qUk9Rw/s1600-h/Imagem+028-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/Sr198wcVoEI/AAAAAAAAAf8/hFzp4qUk9Rw/s200/Imagem+028-tile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385599212154363970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Abraça tua loucura antes que seja tarde demais..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/SrgzJET030I/AAAAAAAAAfo/SQi-vINxUc0/s1600-h/Imagem+028-tile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Loucura'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/Sr198wcVoEI/AAAAAAAAAf8/hFzp4qUk9Rw/s72-c/Imagem+028-tile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-5736159125070367609</id><published>2009-09-16T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T18:16:04.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Querido amor</title><content type='html'>Hoje eu acordei pensando em escrever algo a seu respeito, e so veio na cabeça, a primeira vez em que te vi. Lembro-me de o ter achado um menino muito bonito. Talvez seja o seu modo de agir. Por favor, isso em mim, não estranhe , eu reparo muito na maneira em que as pessoas agem. Algumas gostam de mãos e ombros largos,aparência,&amp;nbsp; eu gosto mesmo é da leveza com que movimenta as pernas e sua delicadeza quando comessa a falar. Mais que lindo é esse teu jeito, é tão... tão... tão sensual. Nem sei dizer, mas sei que foi o que primeiro reparei em você. Logo após, me veio o teu tom de voz. Tua fala, além de não ser grave, é um pouco rouca . Mas quando ri, afina, de leve, quase sem se sentir. Não me pergunte como ela me conquistou, pois isso, também não saberei dizer.'Só continue a sorrir, mesmo sem saber que esse teu sorriso torto, eu roubo para mim'.&amp;nbsp; Talvez sabrei pois mesmo antes de lhe conhecer sonhei inúmeras vezes com você. E eu&amp;nbsp; estou apaixonada por você, e se lembro-me de ti, é naquele sonho bonito: naquela tarde em que escorou-se na cadeira de plástico e apoiou os pés descalços em uma mesa a sua frente. A caneta estava mastigada na tampa e encaixava-se perfeitamente entre a cabeça, a orelha e seu oculos de grau. Sua testa estava franzida e a página estava aberta em algo de física. Estava bonito, tão bonito. Continue olhando para mim,. Caso não queira, tudo bem. Só faça de conta que me entende, enquanto faço de conta que te conheço muito bem. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;e so me ame, pois sabes, tambem, que eu amo. bem mais além!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-5736159125070367609?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/5736159125070367609/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=5736159125070367609&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/5736159125070367609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/5736159125070367609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2009/09/querido-amor.html' title='Querido amor'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-4906720828094952399</id><published>2009-09-11T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T18:22:05.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Várias de mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/Sqp9h7lwiJI/AAAAAAAAAe8/jNCwTaSGB9M/s1600-h/desktop1_1600x1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/Sqp9h7lwiJI/AAAAAAAAAe8/jNCwTaSGB9M/s200/desktop1_1600x1200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380250726732695698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Sou assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Duas de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Às vezes três&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Quatro... cinco... seis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Sou uma por mês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Me diversifico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Tem horas que grito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Vivo num conflito&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Mostro ao mundo minha dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Outras horas, só sei falar de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;A mais romântica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Melodramática&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Estática&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Chorosa e nervosa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Carente e decadente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Vingativa e inconseqüente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Aí quando menos me percebo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Me transformo em &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mulher&lt;/span&gt; cheia de medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Cheia de reservas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Coberta de sutilezas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Séria e sem defesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;No minuto seguinte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;No papel de mulher fatal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Viro logo a tal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Aí sou dona do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Segura e destemida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Altiva e atrevida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Rasgo meus segredos ao meio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;E exponho num roteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;De poesia ou texto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Agrido, inflamo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Conto o que ninguém tem coragem de contar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Explico detalhes que é bom nem lembrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Sou assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Várias de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Sorriso por fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Angústia toda hora&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Por dentro um tormento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;No rosto nenhum sofrimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;No corpo uma explosão de prazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Nos olhos, meu desejo deixo perceber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Melhor nem me conhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Fique com minhas letras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Com as minhas palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Na vida real sou bem mais complicada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Sou mil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;E quem tentou, descobriu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Que viver ao meu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;É viver dentro de um campo minado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Prestes a explodir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Mas quem esteve nele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Nunca quis fugir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-4906720828094952399?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/4906720828094952399/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=4906720828094952399&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/4906720828094952399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/4906720828094952399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2009/09/varias-de-mim.html' title='Várias de mim'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/Sqp9h7lwiJI/AAAAAAAAAe8/jNCwTaSGB9M/s72-c/desktop1_1600x1200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498627316198243225.post-6516470684856197342</id><published>2009-09-03T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T19:14:59.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amo-te</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/SqAdggwTMiI/AAAAAAAAAec/oi8MxWIkFE8/s1600-h/pinkparis1233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 260px; height: 173px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/SqAdggwTMiI/AAAAAAAAAec/oi8MxWIkFE8/s320/pinkparis1233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei o porque, so não sei como dizer&lt;br /&gt;Mais eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não foi um amor repentino,&lt;br /&gt;Demorou muito pra eu saber que estava apaixonada&lt;br /&gt;E hoje estou aqui repetindo&lt;br /&gt;Que vou ser, a melhor namorada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brigamos, choramos, sofremos,&lt;br /&gt;Mais isso faz parte do amor,&lt;br /&gt;Muitas coisas nos dois vivemos&lt;br /&gt;E continuaremos ate o fim, sem dor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo, e agora, tbm ja sei o diser,&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te pelo que você é, pelo que você faz,&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te pelo por que sei que sou capaz&lt;br /&gt;de te fazer feliz a todo instante,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque estranho seria, se não me apaixonasse por você! &lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498627316198243225-6516470684856197342?l=comproblema.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/feeds/6516470684856197342/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1498627316198243225&amp;postID=6516470684856197342&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/6516470684856197342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1498627316198243225/posts/default/6516470684856197342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comproblema.blogspot.com/2009/09/amo-te.html' title='Amo-te'/><author><name>Gabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236256859680258895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/S_CH6vz4G6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZqbrrEMQpkk/S220/SDC13757.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNC0Lkyvq3I/SqAdggwTMiI/AAAAAAAAAec/oi8MxWIkFE8/s72-c/pinkparis1233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
