<?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-5444667637132691441</id><updated>2011-08-01T00:09:59.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenage Dream!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>natália mattos,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04237021683120421220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crjLinkWGI8/ThqDgJXI1uI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yJsYH2RQYaA/s220/PQAAAIK1c74uVyb8K9gkbQ2VKqpjqkKR_7AOXEk_6EZajzZUexpbE_HhYf_nTLKxtKuo9lpnE2MIwgNygIRNO6upLHcAm1T1UEUxSLUOs9t-Alo1LHi7uHHj591r.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444667637132691441.post-1988746925538099434</id><published>2011-07-24T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T17:03:35.321-07:00</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/-TG0k5CjVaeI/Tiyyx21_QCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/O81oxFC7_BE/s1600/tumblr_ll929nrSZg1qd6yjxo1_r1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="146" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TG0k5CjVaeI/Tiyyx21_QCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/O81oxFC7_BE/s400/tumblr_ll929nrSZg1qd6yjxo1_r1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E se eu não estiver mais aqui amanhã? O que você teria a me dizer?&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/5444667637132691441-1988746925538099434?l=dequalquerforma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/feeds/1988746925538099434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/07/e-se-eu-nao-estiver-mais-aqui-amanha-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/1988746925538099434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/1988746925538099434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/07/e-se-eu-nao-estiver-mais-aqui-amanha-o.html' title=''/><author><name>natália mattos,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04237021683120421220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crjLinkWGI8/ThqDgJXI1uI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yJsYH2RQYaA/s220/PQAAAIK1c74uVyb8K9gkbQ2VKqpjqkKR_7AOXEk_6EZajzZUexpbE_HhYf_nTLKxtKuo9lpnE2MIwgNygIRNO6upLHcAm1T1UEUxSLUOs9t-Alo1LHi7uHHj591r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TG0k5CjVaeI/Tiyyx21_QCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/O81oxFC7_BE/s72-c/tumblr_ll929nrSZg1qd6yjxo1_r1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444667637132691441.post-222993809313359125</id><published>2011-07-24T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T16:56:32.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R3AGSvZMdmA/TiyxCP5TRhI/AAAAAAAAAHA/zhgX1nR2Uyk/s1600/SAM_6619.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="310" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R3AGSvZMdmA/TiyxCP5TRhI/AAAAAAAAAHA/zhgX1nR2Uyk/s400/SAM_6619.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;Se eu te contar que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;só de pensar em te perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;, meus olhos se enchem de lágrimas e eu começo chorar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;você acredita?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;E acredita também em tudo o que eu digo sentir por você? Porque meu amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;tudo isso é verdadeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;E eu quero ficar com você pra sempre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;não somente até que dure.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #aaaaaa; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/5444667637132691441-222993809313359125?l=dequalquerforma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/feeds/222993809313359125/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/07/se-eu-te-contar-que-so-de-pensar-em-te.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/222993809313359125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/222993809313359125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/07/se-eu-te-contar-que-so-de-pensar-em-te.html' title=''/><author><name>natália mattos,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04237021683120421220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crjLinkWGI8/ThqDgJXI1uI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yJsYH2RQYaA/s220/PQAAAIK1c74uVyb8K9gkbQ2VKqpjqkKR_7AOXEk_6EZajzZUexpbE_HhYf_nTLKxtKuo9lpnE2MIwgNygIRNO6upLHcAm1T1UEUxSLUOs9t-Alo1LHi7uHHj591r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R3AGSvZMdmA/TiyxCP5TRhI/AAAAAAAAAHA/zhgX1nR2Uyk/s72-c/SAM_6619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444667637132691441.post-8864432523706220970</id><published>2011-07-24T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T16:52:32.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;Eu estou cansada dessas brigas, das pessoas que tentam nos separar, das pessoas que não conseguem nos ver felizes&amp;nbsp;e bem juntas. Mas a única coisa que não me deixa desistir de tudo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;é você.&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;E só pra eles saberem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;enquanto eu tiver forças, eu vou lutar por nós duas, eu vou fazer o impossível, eu vou até o fim do mundo, só pra poder ser feliz com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #aaaaaa; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444667637132691441-8864432523706220970?l=dequalquerforma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/feeds/8864432523706220970/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/07/eu-estou-cansada-dessas-brigas-das.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/8864432523706220970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/8864432523706220970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/07/eu-estou-cansada-dessas-brigas-das.html' title=''/><author><name>natália mattos,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04237021683120421220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crjLinkWGI8/ThqDgJXI1uI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yJsYH2RQYaA/s220/PQAAAIK1c74uVyb8K9gkbQ2VKqpjqkKR_7AOXEk_6EZajzZUexpbE_HhYf_nTLKxtKuo9lpnE2MIwgNygIRNO6upLHcAm1T1UEUxSLUOs9t-Alo1LHi7uHHj591r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444667637132691441.post-5498484504572547588</id><published>2011-07-24T16:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T16:44:33.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;Como eu poderia me cansar de alguém que me faz tão bem? Que me faz tão feliz? Como eu poderia desistir da única pessoa que consegue me fazer dar um sorriso sincero, por mais que eu esteja péssima? Pois é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu não vou deixar de ser sua, assim, tão cedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #aaaaaa; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444667637132691441-5498484504572547588?l=dequalquerforma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/feeds/5498484504572547588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/07/como-eu-poderia-me-cansar-de-alguem-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/5498484504572547588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/5498484504572547588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/07/como-eu-poderia-me-cansar-de-alguem-que.html' title=''/><author><name>natália mattos,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04237021683120421220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crjLinkWGI8/ThqDgJXI1uI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yJsYH2RQYaA/s220/PQAAAIK1c74uVyb8K9gkbQ2VKqpjqkKR_7AOXEk_6EZajzZUexpbE_HhYf_nTLKxtKuo9lpnE2MIwgNygIRNO6upLHcAm1T1UEUxSLUOs9t-Alo1LHi7uHHj591r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444667637132691441.post-5113678620748350850</id><published>2011-07-24T16:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T16:41:38.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu jamais me cansaria de você. E ao contrário do que você pensa, você é a melhor coisa que já me aconteceu. E eu te amo muito. Mais do que você pode imaginar. E ninguém vai mudar isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #aaaaaa; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444667637132691441-5113678620748350850?l=dequalquerforma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/feeds/5113678620748350850/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/07/eu-jamais-me-cansaria-de-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/5113678620748350850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/5113678620748350850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/07/eu-jamais-me-cansaria-de-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>natália mattos,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04237021683120421220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crjLinkWGI8/ThqDgJXI1uI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yJsYH2RQYaA/s220/PQAAAIK1c74uVyb8K9gkbQ2VKqpjqkKR_7AOXEk_6EZajzZUexpbE_HhYf_nTLKxtKuo9lpnE2MIwgNygIRNO6upLHcAm1T1UEUxSLUOs9t-Alo1LHi7uHHj591r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444667637132691441.post-1248368445400566914</id><published>2011-07-23T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T21:52:44.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9WqUPvgPr6o/TiulENTDNxI/AAAAAAAAAG8/D3KW0HxB048/s1600/PQAAAFFsvRnWBv9inw8kIvCsrq0b4xGPwkxQciTXDik6X7WJO0iAzhfniiSAhDyIErKV3oEn-cRfULkBJIzg_BC0-G0Am1T1UEInKDMVJ1xueZE4T-DWld6OnBiA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9WqUPvgPr6o/TiulENTDNxI/AAAAAAAAAG8/D3KW0HxB048/s400/PQAAAFFsvRnWBv9inw8kIvCsrq0b4xGPwkxQciTXDik6X7WJO0iAzhfniiSAhDyIErKV3oEn-cRfULkBJIzg_BC0-G0Am1T1UEInKDMVJ1xueZE4T-DWld6OnBiA.jpg" width="342" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;Sabe qual é a única razão pela qual eu ainda estou seguindo em frente? Você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;Sim, é por você que eu faço qualquer coisa. É por você que eu ainda quero lutar contra todas as críticas e tudo o que me faz querer desistir.&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/5444667637132691441-1248368445400566914?l=dequalquerforma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/feeds/1248368445400566914/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/07/sabe-qual-e-unica-razao-pela-qual-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/1248368445400566914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/1248368445400566914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444667637132691441.post-2020184998211048124</id><published>2011-07-23T21:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T21:46:50.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;E se no fim eu estiver com v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;ocê, todo o sofrimento atual, valerá a pena.&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/5444667637132691441-2020184998211048124?l=dequalquerforma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/feeds/2020184998211048124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/07/e-se-no-fim-eu-estiver-com-v-oce-todo-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/2020184998211048124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/2020184998211048124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/07/e-se-no-fim-eu-estiver-com-v-oce-todo-o.html' title=''/><author><name>natália mattos,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04237021683120421220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crjLinkWGI8/ThqDgJXI1uI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yJsYH2RQYaA/s220/PQAAAIK1c74uVyb8K9gkbQ2VKqpjqkKR_7AOXEk_6EZajzZUexpbE_HhYf_nTLKxtKuo9lpnE2MIwgNygIRNO6upLHcAm1T1UEUxSLUOs9t-Alo1LHi7uHHj591r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444667637132691441.post-1740327296947316547</id><published>2011-07-23T10:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T10:58:13.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu faço 89654 planos de noite e de manhã acordo e vou pro computador... sempre assim né.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444667637132691441-1740327296947316547?l=dequalquerforma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/feeds/1740327296947316547/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crjLinkWGI8/ThqDgJXI1uI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yJsYH2RQYaA/s220/PQAAAIK1c74uVyb8K9gkbQ2VKqpjqkKR_7AOXEk_6EZajzZUexpbE_HhYf_nTLKxtKuo9lpnE2MIwgNygIRNO6upLHcAm1T1UEUxSLUOs9t-Alo1LHi7uHHj591r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444667637132691441.post-5015605634323671191</id><published>2011-07-23T10:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T10:48:19.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yHgi_ZPIi5k/TisJM9qF1HI/AAAAAAAAAG4/UkeuEmhAqv8/s1600/tumblr_lopp5lfiG61qdn6fxo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yHgi_ZPIi5k/TisJM9qF1HI/AAAAAAAAAG4/UkeuEmhAqv8/s400/tumblr_lopp5lfiG61qdn6fxo1_500.jpg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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mattos,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04237021683120421220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crjLinkWGI8/ThqDgJXI1uI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yJsYH2RQYaA/s220/PQAAAIK1c74uVyb8K9gkbQ2VKqpjqkKR_7AOXEk_6EZajzZUexpbE_HhYf_nTLKxtKuo9lpnE2MIwgNygIRNO6upLHcAm1T1UEUxSLUOs9t-Alo1LHi7uHHj591r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yHgi_ZPIi5k/TisJM9qF1HI/AAAAAAAAAG4/UkeuEmhAqv8/s72-c/tumblr_lopp5lfiG61qdn6fxo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444667637132691441.post-4384982138057711448</id><published>2011-07-23T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T10:23:22.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ek-oMJ96eY0/TisDdhAn_6I/AAAAAAAAAG0/hS0gygT3Bpo/s1600/tumblr_lmon4lWP7W1qfsee9o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ek-oMJ96eY0/TisDdhAn_6I/AAAAAAAAAG0/hS0gygT3Bpo/s400/tumblr_lmon4lWP7W1qfsee9o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eu gosto de ficar sozinha, não de me sentir sozinha. Tem muita diferença nisso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444667637132691441-4384982138057711448?l=dequalquerforma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/feeds/4384982138057711448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/07/eu-gosto-de-ficar-sozinha-nao-de-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/4384982138057711448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/4384982138057711448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/07/eu-gosto-de-ficar-sozinha-nao-de-me.html' title=''/><author><name>natália mattos,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04237021683120421220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crjLinkWGI8/ThqDgJXI1uI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yJsYH2RQYaA/s220/PQAAAIK1c74uVyb8K9gkbQ2VKqpjqkKR_7AOXEk_6EZajzZUexpbE_HhYf_nTLKxtKuo9lpnE2MIwgNygIRNO6upLHcAm1T1UEUxSLUOs9t-Alo1LHi7uHHj591r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ek-oMJ96eY0/TisDdhAn_6I/AAAAAAAAAG0/hS0gygT3Bpo/s72-c/tumblr_lmon4lWP7W1qfsee9o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444667637132691441.post-9111878414258842686</id><published>2011-07-22T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T14:11:27.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;A minha vida nunca foi&amp;nbsp;fácil, e ainda continua não sendo&amp;nbsp;fácil.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Sei lá as vezes penso que a vida dos outros seria bem melhor sem mim, penso que se você não estivesse lendo isso você estaria fazendo uma coisa muito mais útil, e se eu não tivesse passado na vida de ninguém elas seriam bem mais felizes porque eu não passo de um peso nas costas dos outros.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Queria&amp;nbsp;simplesmente&amp;nbsp;ter essa força que a maioria tem, sorrir mesmo quando esta triste, é eu não sei fazer isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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mattos,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04237021683120421220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crjLinkWGI8/ThqDgJXI1uI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yJsYH2RQYaA/s220/PQAAAIK1c74uVyb8K9gkbQ2VKqpjqkKR_7AOXEk_6EZajzZUexpbE_HhYf_nTLKxtKuo9lpnE2MIwgNygIRNO6upLHcAm1T1UEUxSLUOs9t-Alo1LHi7uHHj591r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444667637132691441.post-2573038042868124630</id><published>2011-07-22T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T13:45:09.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Aprenda, o amor nunca será um conto de fadas, e nem todos os seus sonhos irão se realizar sem nenhum esforço, você terá de trabalhar naquilo que você quer, não adianta você apenas querer, você tem que tentar nem que seja em vão.&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/5444667637132691441-2573038042868124630?l=dequalquerforma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/feeds/2573038042868124630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/07/aprenda-o-amor-nunca-sera-um-conto-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/2573038042868124630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/2573038042868124630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/07/aprenda-o-amor-nunca-sera-um-conto-de.html' title=''/><author><name>natália mattos,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04237021683120421220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crjLinkWGI8/ThqDgJXI1uI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yJsYH2RQYaA/s220/PQAAAIK1c74uVyb8K9gkbQ2VKqpjqkKR_7AOXEk_6EZajzZUexpbE_HhYf_nTLKxtKuo9lpnE2MIwgNygIRNO6upLHcAm1T1UEUxSLUOs9t-Alo1LHi7uHHj591r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444667637132691441.post-7173046233685577210</id><published>2011-07-22T13:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T13:34:54.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;As pessoas me dizem que devo aprender a caminhar sozinha, e que devo aceitar as coisas como realmente são. E que mesmo que o medo for inevitável eu não devo o temer. Que não devo derramar lágrimas pelo chão e que devo sorrir quando a dor me pegar. Mas eu não sei se sou suficientemente capaz de cumprir essas regras tão duras.&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/5444667637132691441-7173046233685577210?l=dequalquerforma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/feeds/7173046233685577210/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/07/as-pessoas-me-dizem-que-devo-aprender.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/7173046233685577210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/7173046233685577210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/07/as-pessoas-me-dizem-que-devo-aprender.html' title=''/><author><name>natália mattos,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04237021683120421220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crjLinkWGI8/ThqDgJXI1uI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yJsYH2RQYaA/s220/PQAAAIK1c74uVyb8K9gkbQ2VKqpjqkKR_7AOXEk_6EZajzZUexpbE_HhYf_nTLKxtKuo9lpnE2MIwgNygIRNO6upLHcAm1T1UEUxSLUOs9t-Alo1LHi7uHHj591r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444667637132691441.post-3667369304418774695</id><published>2011-07-20T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T08:20:38.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Acho que o amor gay é o amor mais lindo que pode-se encontrar, pois os dois enfrentam o preconceito, a rejeição dos pais e a hipocrisia do mundo juntos. Eles não desistem do amor por isso eles lutam, vão atrás, tentão não ligar, mas às vezes isso não funciona. Acho que nem se eles esfregassem amor verdadeiro na cara do homofobico, ele nunca entenderia o que é amor. Para mim eles merecem todo o mérito, respeito e dignidade de qualquer casalzinho hetero que há por aí. E não, eles não irão pro inferno por causa do amor.&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/5444667637132691441-3667369304418774695?l=dequalquerforma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/feeds/3667369304418774695/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/07/acho-que-o-amor-gay-e-o-amor-mais-lindo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/3667369304418774695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/3667369304418774695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/07/acho-que-o-amor-gay-e-o-amor-mais-lindo.html' title=''/><author><name>natália mattos,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04237021683120421220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crjLinkWGI8/ThqDgJXI1uI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yJsYH2RQYaA/s220/PQAAAIK1c74uVyb8K9gkbQ2VKqpjqkKR_7AOXEk_6EZajzZUexpbE_HhYf_nTLKxtKuo9lpnE2MIwgNygIRNO6upLHcAm1T1UEUxSLUOs9t-Alo1LHi7uHHj591r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444667637132691441.post-5676602110196110571</id><published>2011-07-17T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T18:15:26.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;Eu queria poder ter você comigo todo dia. Os minutos passam tão devagar quando eu não tenho você por perto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;E a saudade&lt;strong&gt;?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;Ah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;essa quase me mata&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;Sabe de uma coisa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;Eu te amo tanto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;Tanto que já não tenho mais forças pra viver sem você.&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/5444667637132691441-5676602110196110571?l=dequalquerforma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/feeds/5676602110196110571/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/07/eu-queria-poder-ter-voce-comigo-todo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/5676602110196110571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/5676602110196110571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/07/eu-queria-poder-ter-voce-comigo-todo.html' title=''/><author><name>natália mattos,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04237021683120421220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crjLinkWGI8/ThqDgJXI1uI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yJsYH2RQYaA/s220/PQAAAIK1c74uVyb8K9gkbQ2VKqpjqkKR_7AOXEk_6EZajzZUexpbE_HhYf_nTLKxtKuo9lpnE2MIwgNygIRNO6upLHcAm1T1UEUxSLUOs9t-Alo1LHi7uHHj591r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444667637132691441.post-8225893317875983790</id><published>2011-07-11T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T11:06:27.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Acreditaria se eu dissesse&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;que um SMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;teu, é capaz de me tirar um sorriso? Alias, é capaz de me deixar feliz pelo resto do dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&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/5444667637132691441-8225893317875983790?l=dequalquerforma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/feeds/8225893317875983790/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/07/acreditaria-se-eu-dissesse-que-um-sms-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/8225893317875983790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/8225893317875983790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/07/acreditaria-se-eu-dissesse-que-um-sms-e.html' title=''/><author><name>natália mattos,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04237021683120421220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crjLinkWGI8/ThqDgJXI1uI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yJsYH2RQYaA/s220/PQAAAIK1c74uVyb8K9gkbQ2VKqpjqkKR_7AOXEk_6EZajzZUexpbE_HhYf_nTLKxtKuo9lpnE2MIwgNygIRNO6upLHcAm1T1UEUxSLUOs9t-Alo1LHi7uHHj591r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444667637132691441.post-1694076809334198837</id><published>2011-07-11T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T07:25:34.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu continuo contando os minutos e os segundos de um tempo que corre cada vez mais depressa só para te ver sorrir ao vivo e à cores. Só para te fazer sorrir. Só para te olhar nos olhos e te dizer o quanto senti tua falta e o quanto te amo, enquanto te aperto e te seguro só pra te sentir de verdade e não te deixar fugir. Tempo malvado, passa rápido até em momentos como esse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444667637132691441-1694076809334198837?l=dequalquerforma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/feeds/1694076809334198837/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/07/eu-continuo-contando-os-minutos-e-os.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/1694076809334198837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/1694076809334198837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/07/eu-continuo-contando-os-minutos-e-os.html' title=''/><author><name>natália mattos,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04237021683120421220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crjLinkWGI8/ThqDgJXI1uI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yJsYH2RQYaA/s220/PQAAAIK1c74uVyb8K9gkbQ2VKqpjqkKR_7AOXEk_6EZajzZUexpbE_HhYf_nTLKxtKuo9lpnE2MIwgNygIRNO6upLHcAm1T1UEUxSLUOs9t-Alo1LHi7uHHj591r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444667637132691441.post-2234208442259719345</id><published>2011-07-11T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T07:15:12.882-07:00</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/-2TOhLOW_dTU/ThsFOjc_ocI/AAAAAAAAAGo/qkNfvLH3RxA/s1600/SAM_6472.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2TOhLOW_dTU/ThsFOjc_ocI/AAAAAAAAAGo/qkNfvLH3RxA/s400/SAM_6472.JPG" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Você nunca perguntou qual o meu sonho. Também não vem ao caso dizer, já que se perguntasse eu iria inventar qualquer outra coisa pra te falar. Acho que renunciei ele esse tempo todo, sabe por quê? Aliás, por quem? Pela maior realidade que eu encontrei há quase dois meses, você. Foi tão fácil me apaixonar por você, é tão fácil amar você. Eu te amo desde o primeiro dia, e desde então, todos os dias foram como o primeiro, e você ainda me basta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444667637132691441-2234208442259719345?l=dequalquerforma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/feeds/2234208442259719345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/07/voce-nunca-perguntou-qual-o-meu-sonho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/2234208442259719345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/2234208442259719345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/07/voce-nunca-perguntou-qual-o-meu-sonho.html' title=''/><author><name>natália mattos,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04237021683120421220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crjLinkWGI8/ThqDgJXI1uI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yJsYH2RQYaA/s220/PQAAAIK1c74uVyb8K9gkbQ2VKqpjqkKR_7AOXEk_6EZajzZUexpbE_HhYf_nTLKxtKuo9lpnE2MIwgNygIRNO6upLHcAm1T1UEUxSLUOs9t-Alo1LHi7uHHj591r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2TOhLOW_dTU/ThsFOjc_ocI/AAAAAAAAAGo/qkNfvLH3RxA/s72-c/SAM_6472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444667637132691441.post-589197982224624264</id><published>2011-07-11T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T06:41:26.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Não teve um dia que eu não pensei em você e não &lt;b&gt;f&lt;/b&gt;echei os olhos pra poder te ver.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444667637132691441-589197982224624264?l=dequalquerforma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/feeds/589197982224624264/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/07/nao-teve-um-dia-que-eu-nao-pensei-em.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/589197982224624264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/589197982224624264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/07/nao-teve-um-dia-que-eu-nao-pensei-em.html' title=''/><author><name>natália mattos,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04237021683120421220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crjLinkWGI8/ThqDgJXI1uI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yJsYH2RQYaA/s220/PQAAAIK1c74uVyb8K9gkbQ2VKqpjqkKR_7AOXEk_6EZajzZUexpbE_HhYf_nTLKxtKuo9lpnE2MIwgNygIRNO6upLHcAm1T1UEUxSLUOs9t-Alo1LHi7uHHj591r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444667637132691441.post-3492203343942380570</id><published>2011-07-10T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T22:11:15.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3jlp3c6fnmg/ThqFIfGy6aI/AAAAAAAAAGk/YUP3chRDK5A/s1600/tumblr_lnw76ftjlU1qe7ygko1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3jlp3c6fnmg/ThqFIfGy6aI/AAAAAAAAAGk/YUP3chRDK5A/s320/tumblr_lnw76ftjlU1qe7ygko1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;F3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444667637132691441-3492203343942380570?l=dequalquerforma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/feeds/3492203343942380570/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/3492203343942380570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/3492203343942380570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>natália mattos,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04237021683120421220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crjLinkWGI8/ThqDgJXI1uI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yJsYH2RQYaA/s220/PQAAAIK1c74uVyb8K9gkbQ2VKqpjqkKR_7AOXEk_6EZajzZUexpbE_HhYf_nTLKxtKuo9lpnE2MIwgNygIRNO6upLHcAm1T1UEUxSLUOs9t-Alo1LHi7uHHj591r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3jlp3c6fnmg/ThqFIfGy6aI/AAAAAAAAAGk/YUP3chRDK5A/s72-c/tumblr_lnw76ftjlU1qe7ygko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444667637132691441.post-6197441726534593118</id><published>2011-07-10T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T21:57:49.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vLdGC_rsKoM/ThqCFneXGYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/E_6HDxBkWMU/s1600/tumblr_lnw78vhJTL1qe7ygko1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vLdGC_rsKoM/ThqCFneXGYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/E_6HDxBkWMU/s400/tumblr_lnw78vhJTL1qe7ygko1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="letter-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Às vezes bate aquela vontade de ir embora, mesmo sem ter pra onde ir.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444667637132691441-6197441726534593118?l=dequalquerforma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/feeds/6197441726534593118/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/07/as-vezes-bate-aquela-vontade-de-ir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/6197441726534593118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/6197441726534593118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/07/as-vezes-bate-aquela-vontade-de-ir.html' title=''/><author><name>natália mattos,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04237021683120421220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crjLinkWGI8/ThqDgJXI1uI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yJsYH2RQYaA/s220/PQAAAIK1c74uVyb8K9gkbQ2VKqpjqkKR_7AOXEk_6EZajzZUexpbE_HhYf_nTLKxtKuo9lpnE2MIwgNygIRNO6upLHcAm1T1UEUxSLUOs9t-Alo1LHi7uHHj591r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vLdGC_rsKoM/ThqCFneXGYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/E_6HDxBkWMU/s72-c/tumblr_lnw78vhJTL1qe7ygko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444667637132691441.post-7518449475125680736</id><published>2011-07-09T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T14:41:55.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mXMdiqUOO94/ThjK5OyRPFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/O2PlCSMbhLo/s1600/tumblr_llo1njUKSf1qczgi2o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mXMdiqUOO94/ThjK5OyRPFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/O2PlCSMbhLo/s400/tumblr_llo1njUKSf1qczgi2o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sabe, todos os dias encontro pessoas diferentes, converso com umas, ignoro outras, conheço gente nova e me despeço de algumas antigas. É um entra e sai que nem eu mesma tenho mais controle. Mas tenho controle de uma coisa, eu posso escolher quem eu quero cuidar pra que fique o máximo de tempo possível, o máximo que eu puder fazer parte da vida dela e ela da minha. E você é uma dessas pessoas, se não for a principal delas. Nas vezes que mais parece que não me importo é quando estou morrendo por dentro, querendo mais que tudo que sua dor seja transferida pra mim, que tudo de ruim venha pra mim ao invés de você. Isso deve ter um nome não é? Te encontrar foi tão bom, te conhecer melhor ainda. Eu não vou sair do seu lado até que você me peça, até que haja um motivo forte o suficiente pra isso, o qual acho que não existe. Eu quero cuidar de você, menina. Quero ser pra onde você vai quando ninguém mais lhe vem à mente. A gente sempre tem aquelas pessoas que marcam, e sabe, você é uma delas. Aliás, você é ela. Não sabe o quanto me preocupo com você, sabe? Não, acho que não. Eu sinto sua falta, quando não está aqui. Quero que fique bem, quero te ver feliz. Isso passou a ser uma de minhas prioridades, e você sabe disso. Eu amo você, confia em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dedicado a Franciele Costa &amp;lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444667637132691441-7518449475125680736?l=dequalquerforma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/feeds/7518449475125680736/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/07/sabe-todos-os-dias-encontro-pessoas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/7518449475125680736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/7518449475125680736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/07/sabe-todos-os-dias-encontro-pessoas.html' title=''/><author><name>natália mattos,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04237021683120421220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crjLinkWGI8/ThqDgJXI1uI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yJsYH2RQYaA/s220/PQAAAIK1c74uVyb8K9gkbQ2VKqpjqkKR_7AOXEk_6EZajzZUexpbE_HhYf_nTLKxtKuo9lpnE2MIwgNygIRNO6upLHcAm1T1UEUxSLUOs9t-Alo1LHi7uHHj591r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mXMdiqUOO94/ThjK5OyRPFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/O2PlCSMbhLo/s72-c/tumblr_llo1njUKSf1qczgi2o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444667637132691441.post-5574730643283081769</id><published>2011-07-09T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T14:33:18.070-07:00</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/-R2nQi-ocju4/ThjIpsWrUwI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Ui7Zj_x3ufs/s1600/tumblr_lnbn6nCBxA1qi95qlo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R2nQi-ocju4/ThjIpsWrUwI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Ui7Zj_x3ufs/s400/tumblr_lnbn6nCBxA1qi95qlo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu posso dizer que nunca me senti assim antes, posso mesmo. Essa vontade de cuidar, de proteger, de dar carinho, de grudar e não soltar mais, de abraçar pra vida inteira. Esse medo de perder que às vezes me tira sono e ao mesmo tempo, a segurança de saber que me pertence. Eu descobri do jeito mais esquisito o que é construir um sentimento. Descobri nas formas mais simples o que é sorrir a toa, descobri sem querer o que é um amor que simplesmente acontece. Dizem que o verdadeiro amor sempre tem final feliz, mesmo com passagens turbulentas. Pois é, acredito que seja bem por aí. Hoje eu acredito e torço, faço figas, faço promessas, e o que mais precisar pra que essa turbulência passe de uma vez. Você se tornou a minha alegria mais profunda, os meus risos mais estranhos, e os meus sorrisos mais sinceros. Deve ter um motivo pras coisas acontecerem do jeito que a gente menos espera, né. Em questão de horas, dias, olhares, semanas você se tornou o que eu tenho de mais precioso, e quero ter pro resto dos meus dias. Hoje eu sei aonde eu pertenço, a quem eu pertenço e a quem eu quero pertencer por muito tempo. Eu só preciso dizer que te amo, tanto…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444667637132691441-5574730643283081769?l=dequalquerforma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/feeds/5574730643283081769/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/07/eu-posso-dizer-que-nunca-me-senti-assim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/5574730643283081769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/5574730643283081769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/07/eu-posso-dizer-que-nunca-me-senti-assim.html' title=''/><author><name>natália mattos,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04237021683120421220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crjLinkWGI8/ThqDgJXI1uI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yJsYH2RQYaA/s220/PQAAAIK1c74uVyb8K9gkbQ2VKqpjqkKR_7AOXEk_6EZajzZUexpbE_HhYf_nTLKxtKuo9lpnE2MIwgNygIRNO6upLHcAm1T1UEUxSLUOs9t-Alo1LHi7uHHj591r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R2nQi-ocju4/ThjIpsWrUwI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Ui7Zj_x3ufs/s72-c/tumblr_lnbn6nCBxA1qi95qlo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444667637132691441.post-2235217299031287162</id><published>2011-07-09T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T14:08:36.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QFW1Nmk--J0/ThjDF8l7wRI/AAAAAAAAAF0/0ZcPXU5Umy8/s1600/SAM_6618.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="367" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QFW1Nmk--J0/ThjDF8l7wRI/AAAAAAAAAF0/0ZcPXU5Umy8/s400/SAM_6618.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ela vai sorrir, vai ter um brilho diferente no olhar, vai ficar com vergonha. Ela vai jogar charme, vai rir das suas bobeiras, vai usar aquele perfume maravilhoso. Ela vai se preocupar com você, vai telefonar, vai mandar mensagens. Ela vai sentir saudades, vai estar irresistível, vai te deixar com ciúmes. Ela vai querer abraços, vai querer atenção, vai desejar compreensão. Ela vai te apoiar, te incentivar, vai estar do seu lado, vai enxugar as suas lágrimas. Ela vai te irritar, vai te morder, vai fazer aquela carinha que sempre te convence, vai cantar pra você. Ela vai querer colo, vai te dar presentes, vai sussurrar no seu ouvido, vai fazer você querer viver. Ela vai amar seu cheiro, vai segurar sua mão, vai sonhar com você, vai te prender. Ela vai se importar, vai parecer frágil, vai parecer a coisa mais importante da sua vida. Ela vai ser sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você é a minha vida! s2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444667637132691441-2235217299031287162?l=dequalquerforma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/feeds/2235217299031287162/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/07/ela-vai-sorrir-vai-ter-um-brilho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/2235217299031287162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/2235217299031287162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/07/ela-vai-sorrir-vai-ter-um-brilho.html' title=''/><author><name>natália mattos,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04237021683120421220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crjLinkWGI8/ThqDgJXI1uI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yJsYH2RQYaA/s220/PQAAAIK1c74uVyb8K9gkbQ2VKqpjqkKR_7AOXEk_6EZajzZUexpbE_HhYf_nTLKxtKuo9lpnE2MIwgNygIRNO6upLHcAm1T1UEUxSLUOs9t-Alo1LHi7uHHj591r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QFW1Nmk--J0/ThjDF8l7wRI/AAAAAAAAAF0/0ZcPXU5Umy8/s72-c/SAM_6618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444667637132691441.post-7848096315009451703</id><published>2011-07-09T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T13:40:16.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Estou aqui sem você amor,&amp;nbsp;mas você continua em minha mente solitária&amp;nbsp;eu penso em você amor&amp;nbsp;e sonho com você o tempo todo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Estou aqui sem você,&amp;nbsp;mas você continua comigo nos meus sonhos [...]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Tudo que eu sei, e qualquer lugar aonde eu vá&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;isso se torna mais difícil, mas eu não vou desistir do meu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Were without you - 3 Doors Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444667637132691441-7848096315009451703?l=dequalquerforma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/feeds/7848096315009451703/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/07/estou-aqui-sem-voce-amor-voce-continua.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/7848096315009451703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/7848096315009451703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/07/estou-aqui-sem-voce-amor-voce-continua.html' title=''/><author><name>natália mattos,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04237021683120421220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crjLinkWGI8/ThqDgJXI1uI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yJsYH2RQYaA/s220/PQAAAIK1c74uVyb8K9gkbQ2VKqpjqkKR_7AOXEk_6EZajzZUexpbE_HhYf_nTLKxtKuo9lpnE2MIwgNygIRNO6upLHcAm1T1UEUxSLUOs9t-Alo1LHi7uHHj591r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444667637132691441.post-2290098836465828117</id><published>2011-07-09T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T13:07:35.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K1rsETGyPOI/Thi0-QmoJcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5litue2nlzE/s1600/tumblr_lnawiwOD9X1qze3z5o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K1rsETGyPOI/Thi0-QmoJcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5litue2nlzE/s320/tumblr_lnawiwOD9X1qze3z5o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Geneva, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tristeza é quando parece que nada tem graça, quando não achamos necessidade de comer, quando não controlamos mais o choro, quando choramos sem motivo é quando não se acha graça, quando não se sente fome, quando qualquer bobagem nos faz chorar. Tristeza é quando parece que aquela sensação nunca vai acabar..&amp;nbsp;&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/5444667637132691441-2290098836465828117?l=dequalquerforma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/feeds/2290098836465828117/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/07/tristeza-e-quando-parece-que-nada-tem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/2290098836465828117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/2290098836465828117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/07/tristeza-e-quando-parece-que-nada-tem.html' title=''/><author><name>natália mattos,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04237021683120421220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crjLinkWGI8/ThqDgJXI1uI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yJsYH2RQYaA/s220/PQAAAIK1c74uVyb8K9gkbQ2VKqpjqkKR_7AOXEk_6EZajzZUexpbE_HhYf_nTLKxtKuo9lpnE2MIwgNygIRNO6upLHcAm1T1UEUxSLUOs9t-Alo1LHi7uHHj591r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K1rsETGyPOI/Thi0-QmoJcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5litue2nlzE/s72-c/tumblr_lnawiwOD9X1qze3z5o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444667637132691441.post-8376410836219984857</id><published>2011-05-30T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T13:00:26.714-07:00</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/-hB4Bvk7jabQ/TeP3THILoiI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-mG8ZT5GNBE/s1600/tumblr_ll1t4kiju41qczgi2o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hB4Bvk7jabQ/TeP3THILoiI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-mG8ZT5GNBE/s320/tumblr_ll1t4kiju41qczgi2o1_500.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E que você sinta vontade de precisar de mim. Mas não só quando houver necessidade, que você sinta isso mesmo tendo passado um dia inteiro comigo, que não veja e nem sinta as horas passando quando estiver ao meu lado, e que nunca seja o suficiente o tempo que passarmos juntos, que você sempre sinta vontade de mais, mais e mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444667637132691441-8376410836219984857?l=dequalquerforma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/feeds/8376410836219984857/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/05/e-que-voce-sinta-vontade-de-precisar-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/8376410836219984857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/8376410836219984857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/05/e-que-voce-sinta-vontade-de-precisar-de.html' title=''/><author><name>natália mattos,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04237021683120421220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crjLinkWGI8/ThqDgJXI1uI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yJsYH2RQYaA/s220/PQAAAIK1c74uVyb8K9gkbQ2VKqpjqkKR_7AOXEk_6EZajzZUexpbE_HhYf_nTLKxtKuo9lpnE2MIwgNygIRNO6upLHcAm1T1UEUxSLUOs9t-Alo1LHi7uHHj591r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hB4Bvk7jabQ/TeP3THILoiI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-mG8ZT5GNBE/s72-c/tumblr_ll1t4kiju41qczgi2o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444667637132691441.post-6904171150250209467</id><published>2011-05-30T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T12:56:25.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2sVfUH0a9w8/TeP2U2ixDPI/AAAAAAAAAFM/7qmswXbMOuo/s1600/tyhgfgg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2sVfUH0a9w8/TeP2U2ixDPI/AAAAAAAAAFM/7qmswXbMOuo/s320/tyhgfgg.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;queria que você pudesse escutar tudo que eu penso antes de dormir. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444667637132691441-6904171150250209467?l=dequalquerforma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/feeds/6904171150250209467/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/05/queria-que-voce-pudesse-escutar-tudo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/6904171150250209467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/6904171150250209467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/05/queria-que-voce-pudesse-escutar-tudo.html' title=''/><author><name>natália mattos,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04237021683120421220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crjLinkWGI8/ThqDgJXI1uI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yJsYH2RQYaA/s220/PQAAAIK1c74uVyb8K9gkbQ2VKqpjqkKR_7AOXEk_6EZajzZUexpbE_HhYf_nTLKxtKuo9lpnE2MIwgNygIRNO6upLHcAm1T1UEUxSLUOs9t-Alo1LHi7uHHj591r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2sVfUH0a9w8/TeP2U2ixDPI/AAAAAAAAAFM/7qmswXbMOuo/s72-c/tyhgfgg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444667637132691441.post-117169076926799463</id><published>2011-05-17T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T11:25:39.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YmB4FNA5gXg/TdK9WUoGIeI/AAAAAAAAAEM/1Dt_wj2oTMk/s1600/tumblr_lix7e8lzxm1qczgi2o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YmB4FNA5gXg/TdK9WUoGIeI/AAAAAAAAAEM/1Dt_wj2oTMk/s320/tumblr_lix7e8lzxm1qczgi2o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Acredite, eu não acredito em amor à primeira vista nem em “cliques” do  coração ao falar com alguém pela primeira vez. Mesmo assim, havia algo  na primeira conversa, real e reconhecível que não me deixava desviar a  atenção. Algo me dizia que você não duraria apenas pelo tempo em que nos  conheceríamos e pararíamos de nos falar pela total falta de assunto ao  passar dos dias. Algo me atraía para você desde o seu primeiro “oi” e  sua primeira pergunta ou confissão de como queria se desvencilhar  daquilo que te fazia mal. Eu sabia que você era pra mim, e acho que você  soube também.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444667637132691441-117169076926799463?l=dequalquerforma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/feeds/117169076926799463/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/05/acredite-eu-nao-acredito-em-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/117169076926799463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/117169076926799463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/05/acredite-eu-nao-acredito-em-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>natália mattos,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04237021683120421220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crjLinkWGI8/ThqDgJXI1uI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yJsYH2RQYaA/s220/PQAAAIK1c74uVyb8K9gkbQ2VKqpjqkKR_7AOXEk_6EZajzZUexpbE_HhYf_nTLKxtKuo9lpnE2MIwgNygIRNO6upLHcAm1T1UEUxSLUOs9t-Alo1LHi7uHHj591r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YmB4FNA5gXg/TdK9WUoGIeI/AAAAAAAAAEM/1Dt_wj2oTMk/s72-c/tumblr_lix7e8lzxm1qczgi2o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444667637132691441.post-5800211487628085046</id><published>2011-05-17T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T10:01:55.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ayjPQ1Rf6g/TdKpvdzlqhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/e5-vPof2Z90/s1600/tumblr_ll929nrSZg1qd6yjxo1_r1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="147" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ayjPQ1Rf6g/TdKpvdzlqhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/e5-vPof2Z90/s400/tumblr_ll929nrSZg1qd6yjxo1_r1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;E quando o assunto é amor à distância, é engraçado como as coisas tomam  um rumo diferente. As palavras se resumem, e quando citamos o que nos  encantou lembramos apenas das palavras doces e reconfortantes, da voz  que nos acalma e da ausência que mesmo machucando é barreira pequena. A  distância pode ser grande, mas ela torna as coisas grandes também. Quero  dizer, passamos a dar valor a detalhes que sem a distância não  possuiriam tamanha importância. Falo do toque que passa a ser mais  desejado, a voz que se torna algo tão importante, as palavras que são  nossa única fonte. Os sonhos passam a ser um lugar completamente  adorável, e o único lugar em que encontramos aqueles que possuem nossos  corações. Há quem diga que isso é loucura e algo até impossível de  acontecer, mas ainda digo que não há nada mais belo, puro e verdadeiro  do que o amor que nasce mesmo diante de tantas dificuldades.Tão impossível de acontecer  que quando acontece, queremos cuidar e mantê-lo vivo para sempre. :&lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444667637132691441-5800211487628085046?l=dequalquerforma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/feeds/5800211487628085046/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/05/e-quando-o-assunto-e-amor-distancia-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/5800211487628085046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/5800211487628085046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/05/e-quando-o-assunto-e-amor-distancia-e.html' title=''/><author><name>natália mattos,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04237021683120421220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crjLinkWGI8/ThqDgJXI1uI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yJsYH2RQYaA/s220/PQAAAIK1c74uVyb8K9gkbQ2VKqpjqkKR_7AOXEk_6EZajzZUexpbE_HhYf_nTLKxtKuo9lpnE2MIwgNygIRNO6upLHcAm1T1UEUxSLUOs9t-Alo1LHi7uHHj591r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ayjPQ1Rf6g/TdKpvdzlqhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/e5-vPof2Z90/s72-c/tumblr_ll929nrSZg1qd6yjxo1_r1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444667637132691441.post-8117939823152830435</id><published>2011-05-15T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T19:32:45.040-07:00</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/-ast67XtsDh4/TdCMZxaet5I/AAAAAAAAAD4/kAalQ9Js3mw/s1600/tumblr_lku88uKhSq1qj5v9ho1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ast67XtsDh4/TdCMZxaet5I/AAAAAAAAAD4/kAalQ9Js3mw/s320/tumblr_lku88uKhSq1qj5v9ho1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Se te perguntassem: sua vida valeu a pena até agora? O que responderia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444667637132691441-8117939823152830435?l=dequalquerforma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/feeds/8117939823152830435/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/05/se-te-perguntassem-sua-vida-valeu-pena.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/8117939823152830435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/8117939823152830435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/05/se-te-perguntassem-sua-vida-valeu-pena.html' title=''/><author><name>natália mattos,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04237021683120421220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crjLinkWGI8/ThqDgJXI1uI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yJsYH2RQYaA/s220/PQAAAIK1c74uVyb8K9gkbQ2VKqpjqkKR_7AOXEk_6EZajzZUexpbE_HhYf_nTLKxtKuo9lpnE2MIwgNygIRNO6upLHcAm1T1UEUxSLUOs9t-Alo1LHi7uHHj591r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ast67XtsDh4/TdCMZxaet5I/AAAAAAAAAD4/kAalQ9Js3mw/s72-c/tumblr_lku88uKhSq1qj5v9ho1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444667637132691441.post-2963271213282623036</id><published>2011-05-09T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T16:02:20.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TOgGG9AHQaM/TchxZMBiZ4I/AAAAAAAAADo/fLVBCYu2q1o/s1600/tumblr_ljc2n1WFpQ1qif4suo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="126" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TOgGG9AHQaM/TchxZMBiZ4I/AAAAAAAAADo/fLVBCYu2q1o/s320/tumblr_ljc2n1WFpQ1qif4suo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Agora eu sei que nada é por acaso. Pois você me mostrou que, para  amar uma pessoa não é preciso tocar nela, basta você ter um motivo para  fechar os olhos, um motivo para fazer pedidos aos céus. Aprendi a sorrir  só por lembrar da sua voz. E agora sei que podemos estar tão perto  mesmo estando tão longe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444667637132691441-2963271213282623036?l=dequalquerforma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/feeds/2963271213282623036/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/05/agora-eu-sei-que-nada-e-por-acaso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/2963271213282623036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/2963271213282623036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/05/agora-eu-sei-que-nada-e-por-acaso.html' title=''/><author><name>natália mattos,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04237021683120421220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crjLinkWGI8/ThqDgJXI1uI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yJsYH2RQYaA/s220/PQAAAIK1c74uVyb8K9gkbQ2VKqpjqkKR_7AOXEk_6EZajzZUexpbE_HhYf_nTLKxtKuo9lpnE2MIwgNygIRNO6upLHcAm1T1UEUxSLUOs9t-Alo1LHi7uHHj591r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TOgGG9AHQaM/TchxZMBiZ4I/AAAAAAAAADo/fLVBCYu2q1o/s72-c/tumblr_ljc2n1WFpQ1qif4suo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444667637132691441.post-7744543024287722798</id><published>2011-05-06T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T22:59:28.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aU7S16nkl6Y/TcTfK09v12I/AAAAAAAAACs/VqzlvYNudxM/s1600/tumblr_lh39ixQLmK1qgfcjoo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="204" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aU7S16nkl6Y/TcTfK09v12I/AAAAAAAAACs/VqzlvYNudxM/s320/tumblr_lh39ixQLmK1qgfcjoo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Um dia, alguém vai aparecer na sua vida e tirar tudo do lugar. Mudar os  seus hábitos, algumas opiniões, a sua cor preferida, os seus passeios de  sexta, o seu programa de tv. Vai mudar também o primeiro pensamento ao  acordar, e os sonhos de todas as noites, vai fazer você se superar a  cada dia, e aprender a essência verdadeira do amor. Essa mesma pessoa  vai fazer o seu pesadelo de infância mudar, e o que era o bicho papão do  armário agora é o medo de vê-la partir algum dia. Essa pessoa vai  também ser a razão para você estar aqui. Vai fazer você ter vontade de  apresentá-la a todos, ter vontade de mostrar suas manias, levá-la aos  seus lugares prediletos, vai fazer crescer em ti algo muito belo e  especial, algo que você jamais sentiu. Vai fazer também você sonhar  acordada durante a aula, durante a viagem do ônibus do parque até a sua  casa, durante o banho. Vai fazer você ficar suspirando de minuto em  minuto, vai fazer você sentir paz apenas ao olhar para ela. Essa pessoa  vai pegar seu mundo e virar do avesso, mas você não vai ligar, apenas  vai achar tudo muito lindo, como tudo o que ela faz. Vai fazer você  pensar em futuro, em construir uma família. Vai fazer você desejar  sempre ser o seu melhor só para agradá-la, vai querer fazer você em  pleno sábado assistir um filme reprisado na tv, apenas porque a  companhia ao seu lado será ela. Essa pessoa vai te fazer crescer, te  fazer vibrar a cada sorriso, e sempre vai estar ali para abraçar você  caso haja quedas. Essa pessoa será seu porto seguro, aquela que você  sempre esperou. Essa pessoa é o seu amor da vida toda.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444667637132691441-7744543024287722798?l=dequalquerforma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/feeds/7744543024287722798/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/05/um-dia-alguem-vai-aparecer-na-sua-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/7744543024287722798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444667637132691441/posts/default/7744543024287722798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dequalquerforma.blogspot.com/2011/05/um-dia-alguem-vai-aparecer-na-sua-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>natália mattos,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04237021683120421220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crjLinkWGI8/ThqDgJXI1uI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yJsYH2RQYaA/s220/PQAAAIK1c74uVyb8K9gkbQ2VKqpjqkKR_7AOXEk_6EZajzZUexpbE_HhYf_nTLKxtKuo9lpnE2MIwgNygIRNO6upLHcAm1T1UEUxSLUOs9t-Alo1LHi7uHHj591r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aU7S16nkl6Y/TcTfK09v12I/AAAAAAAAACs/VqzlvYNudxM/s72-c/tumblr_lh39ixQLmK1qgfcjoo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
