<?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-3740865825103600616</id><updated>2012-01-16T19:42:57.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flores de abril</title><subtitle type='html'>Por: Thaylise Andrade</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-8481710608084256103</id><published>2011-09-08T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T20:47:25.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_l966o79dg31qbnus9o1_500_large" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14485803/tumblr_l966o79Dg31qbnus9o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quando eu vi o final do dia&lt;br /&gt;Eu desejei poder sair voando&lt;br /&gt;Em vez de ficar ajoelhada na areia&lt;br /&gt;Catando as lágrimas com a mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mas você vai estar na minha mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Pra sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;strong class="editable_area" style="display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; width: 380px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Don't Know Why - Norah Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-8481710608084256103?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/8481710608084256103/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/09/quando-eu-vi-o-final-do-dia-eu-desejei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/8481710608084256103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/8481710608084256103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/09/quando-eu-vi-o-final-do-dia-eu-desejei.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-586016998044614098</id><published>2011-08-30T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T20:18:59.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>É isso</title><content type='html'>Aproveitar vai ser a palavra que daqui pra frente estará no meu vocabulário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thata Andrade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img height="416" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4tveLSZwU34/TgubgvPT9xI/AAAAAAAAApM/x4Zli7g2-y8/s640/tumblr_lkgy1idwD21qcs6e5o1_500.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-586016998044614098?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/586016998044614098/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/08/cansei-de-ser-infantil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/586016998044614098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/586016998044614098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/08/cansei-de-ser-infantil.html' title='É isso'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4tveLSZwU34/TgubgvPT9xI/AAAAAAAAApM/x4Zli7g2-y8/s72-c/tumblr_lkgy1idwD21qcs6e5o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-3546431773783398508</id><published>2011-08-09T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T20:57:50.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feche a porta do seu quarto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;...Porque se toca o telefone pode ser alguém&lt;br /&gt;Com quem você quer falar&lt;br /&gt;Por horas e horas e horas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu sei - Legião Urbana&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dTx9wtu2fk/TSzhFGIFYmI/AAAAAAAAAUg/sNiviev9HR0/s1600/tumblr_l3z40hCP7k1qc7mjvo1_500_large.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-3546431773783398508?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/3546431773783398508/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/08/feche-porta-do-seu-quarto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/3546431773783398508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/3546431773783398508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/08/feche-porta-do-seu-quarto.html' title='Feche a porta do seu quarto...'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dTx9wtu2fk/TSzhFGIFYmI/AAAAAAAAAUg/sNiviev9HR0/s72-c/tumblr_l3z40hCP7k1qc7mjvo1_500_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-6192178402330128184</id><published>2011-07-06T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T20:50:08.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Você...</title><content type='html'>...reclama da tua vida o tempo inteiro. Puta merda, acorda pra vida! Você se acha um inútil...enquanto tem gente de cadeiras de rodas que faz o dobro que tu faz e sente orgulho disso. Tem gente passando fome e sem teto por aí... E você com nojinho de comer feijão. Você fala que os teus pais não te entendem...Mas, tem gente dentro de orfanato que espera muitos anos por uma família. Você fala que tua vida é uma merda...Mas, tem pessoa que gostaria de viver essa merda da sua vida. Essa sua vida em que você tem uma casa pra morar, escola, comida na mesa e amor de família. Pra você pode ser pouco, mas para os outros isso é muito, isso é tudo. Em vez de você reclamar da sua vida, faz o seguinte: Agradeça a Deus por ter ti dado a oportunidade de ter uma família que te ama e viver.. Vida é uma dádiva de Deus. E nós temos uma vida só pra viver e ser feliz. &lt;b&gt;Thata Andrade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7f2YBq4sRec/ThQOInrd_6I/AAAAAAAAAVU/PS8cuse8WyI/s1600/tumblr_ljeklnMIC51qfq7fno1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7f2YBq4sRec/ThQOInrd_6I/AAAAAAAAAVU/PS8cuse8WyI/s400/tumblr_ljeklnMIC51qfq7fno1_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/3740865825103600616-6192178402330128184?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/6192178402330128184/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/07/voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/6192178402330128184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/6192178402330128184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/07/voce.html' title='Você...'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7f2YBq4sRec/ThQOInrd_6I/AAAAAAAAAVU/PS8cuse8WyI/s72-c/tumblr_ljeklnMIC51qfq7fno1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-310485776244565064</id><published>2011-07-03T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T12:15:44.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amiga,</title><content type='html'>você tá longe, mas eu continuo te amando, viu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VGW5YFAb4kw/TcSLJjE5rcI/AAAAAAAAB1U/lv2CHaIw9qg/s320/tumblr_lfriucLRgQ1qcqhsno1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-310485776244565064?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/310485776244565064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/07/amiga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/310485776244565064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/310485776244565064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/07/amiga.html' title='Amiga,'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VGW5YFAb4kw/TcSLJjE5rcI/AAAAAAAAB1U/lv2CHaIw9qg/s72-c/tumblr_lfriucLRgQ1qcqhsno1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-6804598633090083529</id><published>2011-07-01T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T03:14:27.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_lnmy8rkppa1qacpy3o1_500_large" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11473943/tumblr_lnmy8rKppa1qacpy3o1_500_large.jpg?1309576726" /&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/3740865825103600616-6804598633090083529?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/6804598633090083529/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/07/com-minha-imaginacao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/6804598633090083529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/6804598633090083529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/07/com-minha-imaginacao.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-1320421961026228791</id><published>2011-07-01T20:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T21:06:29.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desculpe,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;...se as vezes eu erro. É porque a vida não tem manual de instruções.&lt;b&gt;Thata Andrade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_lnd1hxpklk1qhs42go1_500_large" height="265" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11229879/tumblr_lnd1hxPklK1qhs42go1_500_large.jpg?1309050047" style="cursor: move;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-1320421961026228791?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/1320421961026228791/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/07/desculpe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/1320421961026228791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/1320421961026228791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/07/desculpe.html' title='Desculpe,'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-7987893348020602289</id><published>2011-07-01T20:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T20:22:02.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Se você...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;...acha que sou chata, metida, infantil ou qualquer coisa que não te agrada. Olha o meu nível de importância pra você:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img height="222" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcev2uiFy21qcu3ry.gif" style="cursor: move;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-7987893348020602289?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/7987893348020602289/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/07/se-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/7987893348020602289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/7987893348020602289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/07/se-voce.html' title='Se você...'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-2323587031194125448</id><published>2011-07-01T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T20:17:17.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Esse papo de auto-estima...</title><content type='html'>...é pra gente fraca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-goPsqIPzXOs/Tg6NrKt4GeI/AAAAAAAAAVI/S7ONaPpChOA/s1600/tumblr_lf6x77vxy31qfogcso1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-goPsqIPzXOs/Tg6NrKt4GeI/AAAAAAAAAVI/S7ONaPpChOA/s320/tumblr_lf6x77vxy31qfogcso1_500.jpg" width="256" /&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/3740865825103600616-2323587031194125448?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/2323587031194125448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/07/esse-papo-de-auto-estima.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/2323587031194125448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/2323587031194125448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/07/esse-papo-de-auto-estima.html' title='Esse papo de auto-estima...'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-goPsqIPzXOs/Tg6NrKt4GeI/AAAAAAAAAVI/S7ONaPpChOA/s72-c/tumblr_lf6x77vxy31qfogcso1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-4048379549922629924</id><published>2011-06-30T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T19:16:27.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Espelho, espelho meu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post_title" style="line-height: 1.3; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;...existe alguém mais desorganizada, mais confusa, mais esquisita e mais atrapalhada do que eu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post_title" style="line-height: 1.3; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WKiEz99bKDE/TNMsHo9jPLI/AAAAAAAAAIs/H46TPOu1KaQ/s400/mulher-espelho-comida.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-4048379549922629924?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/4048379549922629924/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/06/espelho-espelho-meu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/4048379549922629924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/4048379549922629924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/06/espelho-espelho-meu.html' title='Espelho, espelho meu...'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WKiEz99bKDE/TNMsHo9jPLI/AAAAAAAAAIs/H46TPOu1KaQ/s72-c/mulher-espelho-comida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-8863707556054106628</id><published>2011-06-25T22:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T19:17:05.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parece...</title><content type='html'>...loucura? Ah, esse é o meu estado normal mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_lndt33lg3z1qcgw90o1_500_large" height="265" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11235915/tumblr_lndt33LG3z1qcgw90o1_500_large.jpg?1309065286" width="400" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-8863707556054106628?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/8863707556054106628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/06/parece.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/8863707556054106628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/8863707556054106628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/06/parece.html' title='Parece...'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-4993913761868539856</id><published>2011-06-25T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T21:12:13.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu...</title><content type='html'>...não consigo amar pela metade, rir pela metade, chorar pela metade, abraçar pela metade, dizer pela metade.&amp;nbsp;Ou é ou não é. &lt;b&gt;Thata Andrade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Z220851980_large" height="266" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11236190/z220851980_large.jpg?1309066072" width="400" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-4993913761868539856?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/4993913761868539856/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/06/eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/4993913761868539856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/4993913761868539856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/06/eu.html' title='Eu...'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-4974834088402989013</id><published>2011-06-24T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T21:13:27.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O que adianta...</title><content type='html'>...ser a miss universo, mas por dentro é um lixo? &lt;b&gt;Thata Andrade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://criancasponto.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/shrek3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;img height="235" src="http://criancasponto.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/shrek3a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-4974834088402989013?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/4974834088402989013/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-que-adianta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/4974834088402989013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/4974834088402989013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-que-adianta.html' title='O que adianta...'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/5488104454832451470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/5488104454832451470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title='Quando as mulheres se arrumam pra sair...'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-6140873315379079373</id><published>2011-06-21T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T18:33:09.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha cara de preocupação...</title><content type='html'>...se você gosta de mim ou não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UYsewe_yzYY/TgFGRTJcr4I/AAAAAAAAAU8/4u4ZuNstg18/s1600/tumblr_lgzah7nct61qfbiva.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="126" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UYsewe_yzYY/TgFGRTJcr4I/AAAAAAAAAU8/4u4ZuNstg18/s200/tumblr_lgzah7nct61qfbiva.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-6140873315379079373?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/6140873315379079373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/06/minha-cara-de-preocupacao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/6140873315379079373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/6140873315379079373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/06/minha-cara-de-preocupacao.html' title='Minha cara de 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-2927043769018400699</id><published>2011-06-21T17:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T17:29:11.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Porque há o direito ao grito...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Então eu grito.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img alt="5565270342_c3e16a82e9_z_large" height="216" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11069946/5565270342_c3e16a82e9_z_large.jpg?1308700329" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: italic; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/3740865825103600616-2927043769018400699?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/2927043769018400699/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/06/porque-ha-o-direito-ao-grito.html#comment-form' title='0 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5At-Dlew_M/TU7EkZdMuaI/AAAAAAAAAaA/W39ogl8UaJU/s400/cantada.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&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/3740865825103600616-8414243043159344724?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/8414243043159344724/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/06/cantada-barata.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/8414243043159344724'/><link rel='self' 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height="400" src="http://images.orkut.com/orkut/photos/PQAAAFJOEk4qpyl9JYicDcJIzPCMdfi1AT75ghC6aysNNK7rM7zahFOe--BlkQrP6nMV5HsV6cl2kP57_kBEa-XpfcwAm1T1UB_Urr84bN0FaGAS7-4-fXYRGjtq.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Te amo amigo... você é o meu anjo da guarda sem asas, mas possui um coração de ouro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-5287366986464074349?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/5287366986464074349/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/06/melhor-amigo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/5287366986464074349'/><link rel='self' 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abraço sincero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;img height="196" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmbrnkdxyh1qhhf74o1_500.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-3631694165180994508?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/3631694165180994508/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/06/no-fundo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/3631694165180994508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na frase:&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;“Tenho crédito no celular”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O sujeito é rico.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Na frase:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;“Meu namorado é lindo”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O sujeito é inexistente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na frase:&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;“Que pessoa feia”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O sujeito sou eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-7y9G4S2Bw/TdRQULnT5YI/AAAAAAAAAFg/u1-NRZdQhwA/s1600/tumblr_lkft0h5pdM1qgtkgx.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-392596789188023640?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/392596789188023640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/06/para-descontrair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/392596789188023640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/392596789188023640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/06/para-descontrair.html' title='Para descontrair'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-7y9G4S2Bw/TdRQULnT5YI/AAAAAAAAAFg/u1-NRZdQhwA/s72-c/tumblr_lkft0h5pdM1qgtkgx.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-2676312656870625394</id><published>2011-06-11T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T19:27:53.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia Dos Namorados ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;E daí se eu passar o dia dos namorados sem namorado ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Eu também não passo o dia do índio com um índio, nem o dia da árvore com uma árvore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vz_e2IajVZA/Te5GwIHvggI/AAAAAAAAAFw/aSLEq-b9FW8/s72-c/tumblr_lflon3UjNH1qdnjiv.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-4603308871772155350</id><published>2011-06-10T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T18:10:04.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passam...</title><content type='html'>... 73854125785 x 10² de coisas pela minha cabeça quando alguém diz: "Depois quero falar com você."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lh2zlv0FFC1qdepfm.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-4603308871772155350?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/4603308871772155350/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/06/passam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/4603308871772155350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/4603308871772155350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/06/passam.html' title='Passam...'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-1258292666167099471</id><published>2011-06-10T17:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T17:55:39.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No caixa do cinema:</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(http://static.tumblr.com/xsp9wak/1dikloi6g/hr.png); background-origin: initial; background-position: 0% 100%; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 9px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://katistainbach.tumblr.com/post/6217387014/no-caixa-do-cinema-quer-uma-entrada-nao-quero" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Quer uma entrada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(http://static.tumblr.com/xsp9wak/1dikloi6g/hr.png); background-origin: initial; background-position: 0% 100%; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 9px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://katistainbach.tumblr.com/post/6217387014/no-caixa-do-cinema-quer-uma-entrada-nao-quero" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Não, quero uma saída&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://katistainbach.tumblr.com/post/6217387014/no-caixa-do-cinema-quer-uma-entrada-nao-quero" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkfq3pS5Lu1qe7dux.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-1258292666167099471?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-6446680742632936734</id><published>2011-06-10T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T17:43:03.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre mim:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Indo para a escola&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-color: initial; border-style: initial; outline-color: initial; outline-width: initial;"&gt;Todo mundo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-color: initial; border-style: initial; outline-color: initial; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lflq63kQWW1qb7s29.gif" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; max-width: 100%; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Eu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small; font-style: italic; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-color: initial; border-style: initial; outline-color: initial; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;img height="157" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lflq7yoT6k1qb7s29.gif" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; max-width: 100%; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-color: initial; border-style: initial; outline-color: initial; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alguém faz algo engraçado&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-color: initial; border-style: initial; outline-color: initial; outline-width: initial;"&gt;Todo mundo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; 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/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Eu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-color: initial; border-style: initial; outline-color: initial; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lflqgfdRDZ1qb7s29.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quando finalmente chega a sexta-feira&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Todo mundo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;HORA DAS FESTAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lflqimXo431qb7s29.gif" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; max-width: 100%; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Eu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;PC A NOITE INTEEEEEEIRA YEAH!&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;" /&gt;&lt;img 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line-height: 14px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;img height="246" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ywCC5a3Au3U/TdgsQhZBy6I/AAAAAAAAANs/XKYDJtYwxpA/s400/tumblr_kqc0d6kOhL1qzczc7o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Você sempre terá o meu ombro, quando você chorar eu nunca vou te deixar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Bruno Mars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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/&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Se você tem um problema comigo, fale para mim, não para os outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eminem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-386467791728983484?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/386467791728983484/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Te amo amigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img height="324" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7x3txV2Bv1qcikpdo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-3679384147955779369?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/3679384147955779369/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/06/apesar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/3679384147955779369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/3679384147955779369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/06/apesar.html' title='Apesar...'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-6635314465330940331</id><published>2011-06-08T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T18:48:18.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>É o seguinte...</title><content type='html'>...eu posso te xingar, te bater, te zoar, te encher a paciência, te abraçar forte, brigar com você, impor limites, te chamar de chato ou bebê, te mostrar dedo ou um coraçãozinho, chorar e rir junto contigo, apertar sua bochecha, dar conselhos, te apoiar, estar ao seu lado. Eu sou sua amiga e só eu tenho esses direitos. E eu não vou deixar ninguém te magoar, te humilhar ou qualquer outro mal. Porque você é o meu irmão postiço e o meu melhor amigo. Por mais que a gente brigue ou não, eu ainda vou te amar em todos os momentos. Eu te amo apesar dos seus mil defeitos e te admiro pelas infinitas qualidades. TE AMO AMIGO ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="266" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lju0kx2mLt1qiyaaxo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-6635314465330940331?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/6635314465330940331/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/06/e-o-seguinte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/6635314465330940331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/6635314465330940331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/06/e-o-seguinte.html' title='É o seguinte...'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-7428422926070917571</id><published>2011-06-06T17:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T17:36:13.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Tumblr_llk8hguqfi1qd7pm4o1_500_large" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10089439/tumblr_llk8hgUqFi1qd7pm4o1_500_large.jpg?1306258902" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-7428422926070917571?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-4943264654586418434</id><published>2011-06-06T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T17:34:09.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu amigo,</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkhkl0LQgH1qhhf74o1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...se for preciso, eu faço isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;i&gt;É o que eu estou com vontade de fazer com aquela idiota =)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-4943264654586418434?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/4943264654586418434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Amigo homem,</title><content type='html'>ele ti xinga, ele é carinhoso quando precisa, ele te abraça e protege de uns idiotas que tentam te magoar, te aconselha sobre aquele carinha e outras coisas, ele diz Eu Te Amo verdadeiramente, te fala na cara as coisas, te zoa, te põe pra cima, conta piada sem graça, é mal educado, te abraça suado, tenta ensinar futebol pra você (e você nunca entende ou esquece), não fala mal da sua roupa, não rouba seu namorado, liga na madrugada só pra ter perturbar e outras coisas. Existe sim amizade entre homem e mulher. Amigos homens as vezes são os melhores e os mais sinceros. &lt;b&gt;Thata Andrade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="194" src="http://static.tumblr.com/r5og5rr/sZ3llvo1h/tumblr_leoovtd8mt1qda3yfo1_500.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-4337350198510511205?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/4337350198510511205/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/06/amigo-homem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/4337350198510511205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/4337350198510511205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/06/amigo-homem.html' title='Amigo homem,'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-6074231866171513493</id><published>2011-06-06T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T17:33:21.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Especialmente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="40" height="214" src="http://i405.photobucket.com/albums/pp140/alamodex/Gifs/tumblr_leknt2VQVM1qdd0jb.gif?t=1294518362" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...com muito carinho para aquela &lt;u&gt;otária&lt;/u&gt; ;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-6074231866171513493?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/6074231866171513493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/06/especialmente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/6074231866171513493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/6074231866171513493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/06/especialmente.html' title='Especialmente...'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-4719363387256890344</id><published>2011-06-06T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T16:59:50.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkooeuXNiQ1qg08jko1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Vá em frente e me abandone, eu aguentarei suas merdas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rolling in the deep - Adele&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;i&gt;Para um amigo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-4719363387256890344?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/4719363387256890344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/06/va-em-frente-e-me-abandone-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/4719363387256890344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/4719363387256890344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/06/va-em-frente-e-me-abandone-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-5276854707725976061</id><published>2011-06-01T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T20:19:44.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Há momentos na vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;...em que sentimos tanto&lt;br /&gt;a falta de alguém que o que mais queremos&lt;br /&gt;é tirar esta pessoa de nossos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;e abraçá-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;img height="228" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l6u8wiY4Pm1qbhwnxo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-5276854707725976061?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/5276854707725976061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/06/ha-momentos-na-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/5276854707725976061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/5276854707725976061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/06/ha-momentos-na-vida.html' title='Há momentos na vida...'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-6289445539530970304</id><published>2011-06-01T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T20:22:52.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mesmo que as pessoas mudem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fr" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(http://pnsdr.com/img/comllas.gif); background-origin: initial; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; color: black; display: block; font-weight: normal; font: normal normal normal 1em/normal Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 40px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;...e suas vidas se reorganizem, os amigos devem ser amigos para sempre, mesmo que não tenham nada em comum, somente compartilhar as mesmas recordações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Vinícius de Moraes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10289485/tumblr_lm0ghde5xz1qdtp5po1_500_large.jpg?1306768661" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_lm0ghde5xz1qdtp5po1_500_large" border="0" height="230" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10289485/tumblr_lm0ghde5xz1qdtp5po1_500_large.jpg?1306768661" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É preciso falar dos amigos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;É preciso falar de nós dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;É preciso falar de estar vivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E do que nos espera depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É preciso falar de carinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;É preciso falar de calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E ouvir sua voz na batida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Contando segredos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É preciso falar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;É preciso falar, hey, hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É preciso falar da saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;É preciso falar da paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;É preciso falar de ser livre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E querer segurar sua mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É preciso brindar o destino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;É preciso gritar começou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Se jogar nessa dança na vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sem medo do escuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Impossível não falar de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É preciso falar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;É preciso falar, hey, hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É preciso falar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;É preciso falar, hey, hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cada vida tem a sua estrada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Acredite no poder das palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Diga assim, essa noite vem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Deixa o sol nos levar amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Deixe os planos, a próxima parada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É preciso falar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;É preciso falar, hey, hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;É preciso (A próxima parada) - Jota Quest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-5743223488910567451?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/5743223488910567451/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/e-preciso-falar-dos-amigos-e-preciso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/5743223488910567451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/5743223488910567451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/e-preciso-falar-dos-amigos-e-preciso.html' title='É preciso'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-2275737967084058290</id><published>2011-05-31T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T18:49:11.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;... não requer conhecimento prévio nem consulta ao SPC. Ama-se justamente pelo que o Amor tem de indefinível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Arnaldo Jabour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="211" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkc8v4RAYS1qb3qnyo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-2275737967084058290?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/2275737967084058290/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/amar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/2275737967084058290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/2275737967084058290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/amar.html' title='Amar...'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-1104409271471440754</id><published>2011-05-31T17:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T17:51:30.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diálogo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fr" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(http://pnsdr.com/img/comllas.gif); background-origin: initial; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; color: black; display: block; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; font-weight: normal; font: normal normal normal 1em/normal Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 40px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;Pacey : Como você faz isso?&lt;br /&gt;Audrey: Isso o que?&lt;br /&gt;Pacey: Você sorri e o mundo inteiro se ilumina!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;diálogo do seriado Dawson's Creek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_liuw04zG6U1qggmkto1_500.gif" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-1104409271471440754?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/1104409271471440754/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/dialogo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/1104409271471440754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/1104409271471440754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/dialogo.html' title='Diálogo'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-5738265361839986658</id><published>2011-05-31T17:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T17:49:45.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu amo as pessoas que me fazem rir...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;...Sinceramente, acho que é a coisa que eu&amp;nbsp;mais&amp;nbsp;gosto, rir. Cura uma infinidade&amp;nbsp;de males. É provavelmente a coisa mais&amp;nbsp;importante&amp;nbsp;em uma pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Audrey Hepburn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img height="179" src="http://static.tumblr.com/0eoiisd/iCKlksvbc/tumblr_lkbtp0pizd1qeoc8do1_500.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/b&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/3740865825103600616-5738265361839986658?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/5738265361839986658/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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perto do que você pensa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KNGw4LgMNYo/TeRSWpY-jgI/AAAAAAAAAUw/B4Llb-Y9Sis/s1600/8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KNGw4LgMNYo/TeRSWpY-jgI/AAAAAAAAAUw/B4Llb-Y9Sis/s320/8.jpg" width="320" /&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/3740865825103600616-8406487217753143026?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/8406487217753143026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/as-vezes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/8406487217753143026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/8406487217753143026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/as-vezes.html' title='As vezes...'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KNGw4LgMNYo/TeRSWpY-jgI/AAAAAAAAAUw/B4Llb-Y9Sis/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-1101456398319298876</id><published>2011-05-29T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T19:30:17.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;...essa é a última oração&lt;br /&gt;Pra salvar seu coração&lt;br /&gt;Coração não é tão simples quanto pensa&lt;br /&gt;Nele cabe o que não cabe na despensa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Cabe o meu amor!&lt;br /&gt;Cabem três vidas inteiras&lt;br /&gt;Cabe uma penteadeira&lt;br /&gt;Cabe nós dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Cabe até o meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Essa é a última oração pra salvar seu coração&lt;br /&gt;Coração não é tão simples quanto pensa&lt;br /&gt;Nele cabe o que não cabe na despensa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Cabe o meu amor!&lt;br /&gt;Cabem três vidas inteiras&lt;br /&gt;Cabe uma penteadeira&lt;br /&gt;Cabe essa oração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oração - A banda mais bonita da cidade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img height="197" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbuv0uxJL91qdi5sco1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-1101456398319298876?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/1101456398319298876/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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mais que eu...</title><content type='html'>...deixe de escutar aquelas músicas, ainda sim me lembro de você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="212" 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E que hoje nem penso mais em você na mesma intensidade de antes. Sei lá, perdeu a graça. Hoje eu sou mais focada em mim e você não é mais o centro das minhas atenções. Você é apenas você. E eu, sou eu e pronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="226" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OFeMK2rnQwk/TZD2l2DesyI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ZbZ7LNshj2U/s320/tumblr_l672nbfa2Y1qa7ajjo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-3051147428557866266?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/3051147428557866266/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/com-o-tempo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/3051147428557866266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/3051147428557866266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/com-o-tempo.html' title='Com o tempo...'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OFeMK2rnQwk/TZD2l2DesyI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ZbZ7LNshj2U/s72-c/tumblr_l672nbfa2Y1qa7ajjo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-6937976156170795762</id><published>2011-05-26T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T19:30:55.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gripada, apaixonada, dor de cabeça, com TPM e prova.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não são tantas emoções?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou viva e sou forte. E isso que importa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://static.photaki.com/Uma-menina-mostrando-o-seu-biceps-na-praia-233792.jpg" width="305" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-6937976156170795762?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/6937976156170795762/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/gripada-apaixonada-dor-de-cabeca-com.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/6937976156170795762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/6937976156170795762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/gripada-apaixonada-dor-de-cabeca-com.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-803106366620614411</id><published>2011-05-25T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T20:27:21.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Precoce</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dor2ug8V_bQ/SBK8XgrJkgI/AAAAAAAAATA/Z2I7jnjgaFM/s1600/menina+05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dor2ug8V_bQ/SBK8XgrJkgI/AAAAAAAAATA/Z2I7jnjgaFM/s320/menina+05.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoje é comum encontrar meninas de 10 anos que usam batom, salto alto e bolsa. Elas possuem celular e orkut. Dizem que tem namoradinho. Elas dizem "eu te amo" e palavrões com a mesma intensidade que dizem Oi. Elas já fazem dieta e tem hora marcada em salão. Dizem que tem TPM, mas ainda não tiveram a sua 1ª menstruação. Elas são fanáticas por bandinhas e cantores, livros sobre vampiros e tudo relacionando a coisas bem de modinha mesmo. Elas são alienadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando tinha 10 anos, brincava de boneca, brincava, assistia desenhos animados e sabia o que era brincar de rouba-bandeira ou pega-pega. Não dizia palavrões. Colocava o dedo no bolo de chocolate. Ria do vento. Colecionava cartões telefônicos. Usava salto alto e maquiagem da mãe por brincadeira. Rabiscava giz ou tijolo no chão. Brincava de soltar bolhas ao vento. Fazia briga de balão de água ou travesseiro. Desenhava casinhas e "gente de palito". Eu tive infância.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já essas meninas de hoje...Precoces demais. Banalizadas demais. E sem infância.&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/3740865825103600616-803106366620614411?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/803106366620614411/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/precoce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/803106366620614411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/803106366620614411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/precoce.html' title='Precoce'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dor2ug8V_bQ/SBK8XgrJkgI/AAAAAAAAATA/Z2I7jnjgaFM/s72-c/menina+05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-4131095550876437104</id><published>2011-05-23T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T20:24:34.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="271" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/6133998/tumblr_lepyq7ageI1qe73a7o1_500_large.jpg?1294541673" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem certas coisas que não dá pra entender. Simplesmente acontecem.&lt;b&gt;Thata Andrade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-4131095550876437104?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/4131095550876437104/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/tem-certas-coisas-que-nao-da-pra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/4131095550876437104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/4131095550876437104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/tem-certas-coisas-que-nao-da-pra.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-5407636398294743252</id><published>2011-05-21T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T20:25:08.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amar o amor</title><content type='html'>Não sou como essas pessoas que odeiam comédias românticas e filmes água com açúcar. Eu gosto do romance, do amor. Amor é bom. Amar é bom. Só não conjuga o verbo amar na 1ª pessoa quem não quer.Não é bom quando você e eu vira a palavra nós ? O bom do amor é que ninguém precisa ser perfeito pra senti-lo. Ah, o amor! É bom para aqueles que sabe aproveitar os melhores momentos em vez de brigar por coisas banais. O amor é simples, a gente que complica. Nós botamos defeito em tudo e não aproveitamos o amor. Você reclama que o namorado está com alguns quilos a mais, não está se vestindo direito, da falta ou excesso de ciúme, de não querer discutir a relação ou qualquer outra coisa do tipo. A vida passa rápido demais. O amor não é rápido. É a gente que não sabe lidar com ele e na hora que nos damos conta que devemos valorizá-lo, ele já não está mais aqui e você começa achar que o amor nunca existiu. Não é porque uma relação não deu certo que você vai deixar de sentir o amor para sempre. O amor é único. Ele é construído de momentos. O amor é sonho que pode se tornar real. Pode deixar de ser um enredo de filme e acontecer na sua vida. Basta você querer e aceitar o amor como ele é. O amor não foi feito pra entender ou teorizá-lo, ele foi feito pra sentir.&lt;b&gt;Thata Andrade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sMNdETgD2WY/Tdixac3H3UI/AAAAAAAAASA/63lhNoKp_Os/s1600/21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sMNdETgD2WY/Tdixac3H3UI/AAAAAAAAASA/63lhNoKp_Os/s320/21.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-5407636398294743252?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/5407636398294743252/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/amar-o-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/5407636398294743252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/5407636398294743252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/amar-o-amor.html' title='Amar o amor'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sMNdETgD2WY/Tdixac3H3UI/AAAAAAAAASA/63lhNoKp_Os/s72-c/21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-3921158458402318872</id><published>2011-05-21T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T19:33:19.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Você</title><content type='html'>O teu olhar me deixa desconsertada. Teu sorriso me deixa sem jeito. Seu abraço me protege. Você está guardado em meus pensamentos e principalmente, no meu coração. E quando eu digo eu te amo não é como Bom Dia, não é de boca pra fora. E SE EU DIGO EU TE AMO É PORQUE EU SINTO ISSO DE VERDADE.&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/-GTgjxGXRcw4/TdiyGTlPhZI/AAAAAAAAASE/ehaEI5mPSK0/s1600/31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GTgjxGXRcw4/TdiyGTlPhZI/AAAAAAAAASE/ehaEI5mPSK0/s320/31.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/3740865825103600616-3921158458402318872?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/3921158458402318872/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-teu-olhar-me-deixa-desconserta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/3921158458402318872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/3921158458402318872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-teu-olhar-me-deixa-desconserta.html' title='Você'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GTgjxGXRcw4/TdiyGTlPhZI/AAAAAAAAASE/ehaEI5mPSK0/s72-c/31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-6415467380350576310</id><published>2011-05-21T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T19:33:31.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorrir/Rir</title><content type='html'>Quem que não gosta de sorrir hein ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando você sorri e/ou ri o cérebro libera endorfina e causa o bem-estar. Sorrir por algo simples pode parecer bobagem, mas o sorriso espontâneo é bem melhor que um "forçado". Se deixar eu rio até do vento. Rio de mim mesma. Rio das pessoas. Rio das coisas mais simples.&lt;br /&gt;Rir é bom. Rir é mostrar que as pessoas não são obrigadas a serem chatas e mecânicas. Rir é natural. Simplesmente rir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSdyisbDG8Y/TSjFNxQXLQI/AAAAAAAAAPI/q5gSNZGVp4g/s320/tumblr_leeza0F15d1qe3s6do1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-6415467380350576310?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/6415467380350576310/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/sorrirrir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/6415467380350576310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/6415467380350576310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/sorrirrir.html' title='Sorrir/Rir'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSdyisbDG8Y/TSjFNxQXLQI/AAAAAAAAAPI/q5gSNZGVp4g/s72-c/tumblr_leeza0F15d1qe3s6do1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-5755376372342304533</id><published>2011-05-18T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T19:33:40.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amizade</title><content type='html'>Não precisa ter do mesmo sangue e ter grau de parentesco. Não precisa ser vizinho. Não precisa estudar na mesma escola. Não precisa ser igual à você. Não precisa ser perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;Pra ser amigo basta ser amigo. Amigo além das distâncias. Amigo pra todo momento. Amigo que ri e chora junto contigo. Amigo que é amigo sem pedir nada em troca. É ser amigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="5701965450_163e72352d_z_large" height="212" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9903889/5701965450_163e72352d_z_large.jpg?1305764629" width="320" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-5755376372342304533?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/5755376372342304533/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/nao-precisa-ser-do-mesmo-sangue-e-ter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/5755376372342304533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/5755376372342304533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/nao-precisa-ser-do-mesmo-sangue-e-ter.html' title='Amizade'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-3100726210719578169</id><published>2011-05-17T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T21:09:11.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A-M-O-R</title><content type='html'>Uma palavra tão pequenina mas que pode mudar a vida de uma pessoa. Que pode transformar o mundo para melhor. Que pode trazer felicidade ou as vezes tristeza. Algo emocionante. Algo que dá vontade de gritar e dizer todo o sentimento pra todo mundo ouvir. Algo que nos enlouquece. Que nos confundi. Que nos dá certeza. Que nos dá esperança. Que nos dá realização. Que nos dá vontade de acreditar em sonhos. Que nos arranca muitos sorrisos doces e prazerosos ou as vezes lágrimas salgadas e dolorosas. Que nos deixa sentir mil coisas. Que é surpreendente. Que é vivo. Que é tudo. O...&amp;nbsp;A-M-O-R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="271" src="http://www.portalliteral.com.br/_banco/img/1285534365_tumblr_l84l18zuvj1qb9tmoo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-3100726210719578169?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/3100726210719578169/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/uma-palavra-tao-pequenina-mas-que-pode.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/3100726210719578169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/3100726210719578169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/uma-palavra-tao-pequenina-mas-que-pode.html' title='A-M-O-R'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-2072306937572786095</id><published>2011-05-17T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T21:09:32.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Você</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Quero uma pessoa pra cuidar de mim. Que me chame de linda em vez de gostosa. Que olha nos meus olhos enquanto conversa. Que não seja além ou antes de mim, que apenas esteja ao meu lado sempre. Que ria de coisas banais, como uma gota de chocolate no rosto. Que entrelace as suas mãos as minhas e queira descobrir os momentos especiais do amor. Que seja uma pessoa especial e única, mas não precisa ser perfeito 24 horas. Que seja alguém pra conversar, pra sorrir, pra me abraçar. Alguém que em vez de me encher de lágrimas me encha de beijos. O alguém que me faça suspirar e cintilar meus olhos. Alguém que me acompanhe na estrada da vida. Que esteja ao meu lado em todos os momentos. Que esteja sempre presente na minha vida e no meu coração. Alguém pra amar e ser amado. Alguém como você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="266" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9ouk2LZUe1qcty1to1_500.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/3740865825103600616-2072306937572786095?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/2072306937572786095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/quero-uma-pessoa-pra-cuidar-de-mim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/2072306937572786095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/2072306937572786095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/quero-uma-pessoa-pra-cuidar-de-mim.html' title='Você'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-636081027397910491</id><published>2011-05-17T22:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T19:33:59.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preciso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img height="212" src="http://florenca.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/tumblr_l4xszk1grt1qaybcco1_500.jpg?w=500&amp;amp;h=333" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Preciso realizar mais as minhas vontades do que os dos outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-636081027397910491?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/636081027397910491/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/preciso-realizar-mais-as-minhas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/636081027397910491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/636081027397910491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/preciso-realizar-mais-as-minhas.html' title='Preciso'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-6016906638392117193</id><published>2011-05-17T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T19:34:10.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Realizar sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="200" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/6823377/tumblr_lg06edLFL61qf38p7o1_500_large.jpg?1296682654" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso parar de pensar excessivamente. E exteriorizar esses sonhos e pensamentos, para que possam se tornarem reais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-6016906638392117193?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/6016906638392117193/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/preciso-parar-de-pensar-excessivamente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/6016906638392117193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/6016906638392117193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/preciso-parar-de-pensar-excessivamente.html' title='Realizar sonhos'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-3346171180729666254</id><published>2011-05-17T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T19:34:28.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...preciso de um tempo pra mim. Um tempo pro meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Um tempo pra pensar em você (e isso eu já estou fazendo muito...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5166551/tumblr_l7kul3N2CQ1qcanyvo1_500_large.jpg?1290794097" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5166551/tumblr_l7kul3N2CQ1qcanyvo1_500_large.jpg?1290794097" width="320" /&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/3740865825103600616-3346171180729666254?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/3346171180729666254/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/eu-preciso-de-um-tempo-pra-mim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/3346171180729666254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/3346171180729666254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/eu-preciso-de-um-tempo-pra-mim.html' title='Eu'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-7373804187615130745</id><published>2011-05-17T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T19:34:38.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinceridade</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="238" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9298740/tumblr_lkfjyjPCst1qdrca7o1_500_large.jpg?1304112084" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou sincera com os outros. Mas, as vezes eu me auto-engano, finjo pra mim mesma...e as vezes nem percebo ou as vezes eu sei disso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-7373804187615130745?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/7373804187615130745/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/eu-sou-sincera-com-os-outros.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/7373804187615130745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/7373804187615130745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/eu-sou-sincera-com-os-outros.html' title='Sinceridade'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-2057656167290645597</id><published>2011-05-16T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T19:35:01.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfeição</title><content type='html'>Se você não é perfeito e sabe que não existem pessoas perfeitas, porque você espera que as pessoas sejam perfeitas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Nk9IYvdEmo/TXgYLFDZD0I/AAAAAAAAAY8/k-q5iq8d-28/s1600/tumblr_lgsj2yjgeV1qei2ei.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-2057656167290645597?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/2057656167290645597/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/perfeicao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/2057656167290645597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/2057656167290645597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/perfeicao.html' title='Perfeição'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Nk9IYvdEmo/TXgYLFDZD0I/AAAAAAAAAY8/k-q5iq8d-28/s72-c/tumblr_lgsj2yjgeV1qei2ei.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-7386704629317719986</id><published>2011-05-16T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T19:35:10.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiração</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.tumblr.com/sfpbkan/R85ll1qqf/tumblr_lkbsl2r4kt1qhgfld.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178" src="http://static.tumblr.com/sfpbkan/R85ll1qqf/tumblr_lkbsl2r4kt1qhgfld.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bateu uma inspiração agora. Já é madrugada a fora e eu tô inspirada.&lt;br /&gt;Estranho né? Creio que seja por conta de umas músicas românticas, apaixonite aguda, textos ácidos e expressivos, pensamentos sobre a vida e um blog. Me inspirei e pronto. Quando vai acabar não sei.&lt;br /&gt;Ih, acabou. Ou não...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-7386704629317719986?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/7386704629317719986/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/inspiracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/7386704629317719986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/7386704629317719986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/inspiracao.html' title='Inspiração'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-6182467448031570317</id><published>2011-05-16T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T19:35:20.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vítima</title><content type='html'>Ser a vítima de todas as coisas, é muito chato. Ser vítima dos problemas, é medíocre. É quase brega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ser vítima mostra que você não é responsável ou não causa nada na sua vida, porque você é a vítima ou seja, sobra as coisas pra você (coitado). Odeio ser considerada coitada, a vítima mesmo. Ser vítima tem graça nenhuma. Porque sempre tem um vilão e esse vilão acaba tendo mais sal e graça do que a vítima. A vítima foi feita para as pessoas se comoverem e sentirem pena e só. &amp;nbsp;Não sou vítima. Ser a vítima é apelativo demais, é muito teatrinho. Posso ser protagonista da minha vida, sem ser a vítima.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img height="205" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf86933w8X1qc1scpo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.: Usei tanto a palavra vítima no post para mostrar que ser a vítima a todo instante é chato e cansativo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-6182467448031570317?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/6182467448031570317/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/vitima.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/6182467448031570317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/6182467448031570317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/vitima.html' title='Vítima'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-4546895748271804734</id><published>2011-05-16T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T19:35:34.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img height="212" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8eovljTmy1qcvnhlo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Sou antipático com orgulho, só sorrio para quem provoca meu sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Não gostou?&lt;br /&gt;Problema seu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; 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line-height: 0%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue Light', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QGbZrjZpS1g/TdDKBBQmdXI/AAAAAAAAARc/hKUTt4wtOgQ/s1600/27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QGbZrjZpS1g/TdDKBBQmdXI/AAAAAAAAARc/hKUTt4wtOgQ/s320/27.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16.5pt;"&gt;Não, não há um manual de instruções para vida. Porque o planejamento tornaria a vida sem momentos surpreendentes. Viver significa o segredo surpreendente a cada dia. O que nós somos hoje não é o mesmo de nós amanhã. Que graça teria num sorriso robótico? Que graça teria em um beijo mecânico? Que graça teria num abraço planejado? A&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;espontaneidade é mais divertida e sem porquê, ela simplesmente acontece sem hora pra começar ou terminar. Uma foto com sorriso falso é rídiculo, mas uma foto com sorriso causado por um "mico" é demais. A vida não se planeja, ela acontece. A vida é espontânea.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Há mudança no percurso do caminho. Há sorrisos e lágrimas. Há amor e decepções. Há sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Há a vida e suas surpresas. Há vida.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;"&gt;A vida não foi feita pra ser planejada minuciosamente, ela foi feita para ser VIVIDA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis;"&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/3740865825103600616-7222840813943162668?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/7222840813943162668/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/7222840813943162668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/7222840813943162668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/vida.html' title='Vida'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QGbZrjZpS1g/TdDKBBQmdXI/AAAAAAAAARc/hKUTt4wtOgQ/s72-c/27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-5200778445808920444</id><published>2011-05-14T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T23:49:19.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(Quase) Apaixonada. Cansada. Sensível.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-5200778445808920444?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/5200778445808920444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/14-de-maio-de-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/5200778445808920444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/5200778445808920444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/14-de-maio-de-2011.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-5263541315140613371</id><published>2011-05-14T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T19:14:44.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensacionalismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oPTpmHMYG1Y/TC3CQ3cT-6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/4i6DOlASu-g/s1600/sensacionalismo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oPTpmHMYG1Y/TC3CQ3cT-6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/4i6DOlASu-g/s200/sensacionalismo.jpg" width="198" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Taí uma coisa que eu odeio, o sensacionalismo. Aumentar a audiência por meio de sensacionalismo é&amp;nbsp;ridículo, é patético. Isso é típico de pessoas medíocres (tanto o apresentador quanto os&amp;nbsp;espectadores) e que (geralmente) tem uma linguagem chula e sem nível. Quando troco de canal e aparece algum programa sensacionalista, logo, eu troco de canal ou até desligo a televisão. Programas como esse não acrescentam nada de útil a minha vida. Se acabarem esses tipos de programas, pode ser que aumentem as chances de salvar nossa sociedade...&lt;br /&gt;O pior não são os programas sensacionalistas, o pior mesmo é que existem (muitas) pessoas que assistem esse tipo de programa. E ainda acham &amp;nbsp;que é o melhor programa de televisão...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-5263541315140613371?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/5263541315140613371/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/sensacionalismo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/5263541315140613371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/5263541315140613371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/sensacionalismo.html' title='Sensacionalismo'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oPTpmHMYG1Y/TC3CQ3cT-6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/4i6DOlASu-g/s72-c/sensacionalismo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-8010676670574949622</id><published>2011-05-13T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T17:23:26.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reciclagem Musical</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://m.i.uol.com.br/musica/2010/01/28/close-up-de-mulher-jovem-usando-headphones-para-ouvir-musica-1264698957354_200x285.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://m.i.uol.com.br/musica/2010/01/28/close-up-de-mulher-jovem-usando-headphones-para-ouvir-musica-1264698957354_200x285.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nasci na década de 90 e gosto muito de MPB. Qual é o problema ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por muitas vezes (se não todas) quem gosta de música popular brasileira é tachado como brega, antiquado &amp;nbsp; ou qualquer outro "termo amigável". &amp;nbsp;Gostar de um gênero musical não quer dizer que eu sou restrita a isso. Eu gosto de sertanejo (universitário também), pagode, samba, black, pop, surf music e até um roquinho. Não sou limitada em música, idéias e outras coisas. Sou a verdadeira eclética mesmo. Gosto do diversificado, da variedade temática, do conteúdo geral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosto de conhecer &amp;nbsp;novas artes, novas culturas e novos pensamentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou contra a monotonia. Gosto de me reciclar.&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/3740865825103600616-8010676670574949622?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/8010676670574949622/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/nasci-na-decada-de-90-e-gosto-muito-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/8010676670574949622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/8010676670574949622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/nasci-na-decada-de-90-e-gosto-muito-de.html' title='Reciclagem Musical'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-1171464846458317669</id><published>2011-05-11T00:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T00:11:39.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amizade ou Amor?</title><content type='html'>Seria apenas amizade ou amor? Ou um pouco dos dois?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Para o amor existe meio-termo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Meio-amor e meia-amizade?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ou é um ou outro, e pronto?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vai saber...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;É estranho e emocionante. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gostar (bem mais) de um amigo é uma surpresa da vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pega a gente despreparada. Nós nem notamos. Simplesmente acontece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Depois, que nós vemos e sabemos que a coisa tá ficando séria demais, a ponto de você menosprezar esse futuro ou atual amor que você nutre a cada dia e momento pelo seu amigo ou querer de vez o seu amigo pra você, ou um pouco dessas situações. Que pode deixar de ser amigo e ser namorado ou continuar sendo amigo ou virar amigo meio que desconfiado com suas intenções ou não ser mais nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vai saber...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Assim como gostar de um amigo é uma surpresa da vida, mais pra frente pode ter mais surpresas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dqMVqTybRq0/Ta-Eq0GWULI/AAAAAAAAAPU/lP9FQXa6RLE/s1600/a_casal__na_chuva__beijo__preto_e_branco_via_overflowing_%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dqMVqTybRq0/Ta-Eq0GWULI/AAAAAAAAAPU/lP9FQXa6RLE/s200/a_casal__na_chuva__beijo__preto_e_branco_via_overflowing_%255B1%255D.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ou ser amigo se torna o amor da sua vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-1171464846458317669?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/1171464846458317669/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/amizade-ou-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/1171464846458317669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/1171464846458317669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/amizade-ou-amor.html' title='Amizade ou Amor?'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dqMVqTybRq0/Ta-Eq0GWULI/AAAAAAAAAPU/lP9FQXa6RLE/s72-c/a_casal__na_chuva__beijo__preto_e_branco_via_overflowing_%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-4441790762545243451</id><published>2011-05-10T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T23:39:09.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sempre me importei só comigo e comigo mesma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu pensava que relacionamento fosse perda de tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu nunca quis ser a cara metade de ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu estava feliz dizendo que o nosso amor não duraria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Era só isso que eu sabia antes de conhecer você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Você me faz querer dizer sim, sim, sim, sim, sim, sim, siiiimmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;É, sim sim, sim, sim, siiiimmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Pois todas as outras vezes fora tipo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Talvez sim, talvez não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu consigo viver sem isso, posso deixar para lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Oh, no que foi que eu me meti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 9px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Você me faz querer dizer sim, sim, sim, sim, sim, sim, siiiimmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Me diga, sou só eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ou você também sente o mesmo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Você me conhece bem o bastante para saber que não é brincadeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Juro que não vou mudar de ideia e não vou te decepcionar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Pode acreditar que nunca me senti assim antes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Baby, não há nada, não há nada que a gente não possa encarar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0B3HXJv9OG0/TI0rhn57E0I/AAAAAAAAAuk/BhqE7uPWzeA/s1600/000casal_apaixonado_02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0B3HXJv9OG0/TI0rhn57E0I/AAAAAAAAAuk/BhqE7uPWzeA/s200/000casal_apaixonado_02.jpg" width="138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Então podemos dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sim, sim, sim, sim, siiimmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Você me faz querer dizer&lt;br /&gt;"Conheça minha família, como está sua família"&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, podemos criar uma família?&lt;br /&gt;E quando eu estiver velhinha e sentada ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;E vamos nos lembrar de quando dissemos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, sim, sim, sim, siiimmm&lt;br /&gt;Oh, baby, sim, sim, sim, sim, siiimmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I do - Colbie Caillat&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/3740865825103600616-4441790762545243451?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/4441790762545243451/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/sempre-me-importei-so-comigo-e-comigo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/4441790762545243451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/4441790762545243451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/sempre-me-importei-so-comigo-e-comigo.html' title='I do'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0B3HXJv9OG0/TI0rhn57E0I/AAAAAAAAAuk/BhqE7uPWzeA/s72-c/000casal_apaixonado_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-2499864715297809353</id><published>2011-05-10T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T21:44:09.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR_EwXl7hLGhPK2bnQp43lGk7-lJ8dQgtDGb-aKfx4FMkCb_RgUJA" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR_EwXl7hLGhPK2bnQp43lGk7-lJ8dQgtDGb-aKfx4FMkCb_RgUJA" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know you're somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; Somewhere far away&lt;br /&gt;I want you back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Talking to the moon - Bruno Mars&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/3740865825103600616-2499864715297809353?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/2499864715297809353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-know-youre-somewhere-out-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/2499864715297809353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/2499864715297809353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-know-youre-somewhere-out-there.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-546891994493827483</id><published>2011-05-07T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T22:09:02.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amar não é pecado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQ_ZotDm7pbSH281Q8RtgOMhXXdFXgmLqTF-K9gUto2Ob2RyiAB" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="174" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQ_ZotDm7pbSH281Q8RtgOMhXXdFXgmLqTF-K9gUto2Ob2RyiAB" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu não sei de onde vem&lt;br /&gt;Essa força que me leva pra você,&lt;br /&gt;Eu só sei que faz bem,&lt;br /&gt;Mas confesso que no fundo eu duvidei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tive medo, em segredo,&lt;br /&gt;Guardei o sentimento e me sufoquei.&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora é a hora,&lt;br /&gt;Vou gritar pra todo mundo de uma vez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tô apaixonado,&lt;br /&gt;Eu tô contando tudo&lt;br /&gt;E não tô nem ligando pro que vão dizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar não é pecado&lt;br /&gt;E se eu tiver errado,&lt;br /&gt;Que se dane o mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amar não é pecado - Luan Santana&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/3740865825103600616-546891994493827483?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/546891994493827483/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/amar-nao-e-pecado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/546891994493827483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/546891994493827483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/amar-nao-e-pecado.html' title='Amar não é pecado'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-984229209889246998</id><published>2011-05-07T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T20:47:29.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Que tal a gente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oblogdapsicologa.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/mo%C3%A7a-negra-rapaz-branco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="121" src="http://www.oblogdapsicologa.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/mo%C3%A7a-negra-rapaz-branco.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que tal a gente agora misturar a nossa cor,&lt;br /&gt;Pra ver a combustão, a química do nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;Eu e você, quer pagar pra ver?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Química do Amor - Luan Santana&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/3740865825103600616-984229209889246998?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/984229209889246998/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/que-tal-gente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/984229209889246998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/984229209889246998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/que-tal-gente.html' title='Que tal a gente...'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-6798260577017467426</id><published>2011-05-04T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T19:48:10.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pai e filho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.midiagospel.com.br/images/stories/frontpage/pessoas/familia/pai-e-filho-cartas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="136" src="http://www.midiagospel.com.br/images/stories/frontpage/pessoas/familia/pai-e-filho-cartas.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;“Mais tarde, estava passando pelo escritório de meu pai quando o ouvi conversar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;com Rahim Khan. Colei o ouvido na porta fechada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;— ...agradecer por ele ter saúde — dizia Rahim Khan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;— Sei disso, sei disso. Mas ele está sempre enfiado naqueles livros ou rodando pela&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;casa como se estivesse perdido em algum sonho.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;— E daí?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;— Eu não era assim.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Baba &lt;/i&gt;parecia frustrado; quase zangado. Rahim Khan riu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;— As crianças não são cadernos de colorir. Você não tem de preenchê-lo com&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;suas cores favoritas.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O caçador de pipas – Khaled Hosseini&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/3740865825103600616-6798260577017467426?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/6798260577017467426/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/pai-e-filho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/6798260577017467426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/6798260577017467426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/05/pai-e-filho.html' title='Pai e filho'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-5734102245509419646</id><published>2011-04-30T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T23:09:52.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Infância</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.agatha.com.br/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/dia_da_infancia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" src="http://www.agatha.com.br/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/dia_da_infancia.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Todo mundo (ou quase todo mundo...pq todo mundo é muita gente) quando era criança...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Já pintou as mãos e pegou no papel. Só para ter a "marca" da palma da mão gravada no papel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Já brincou ou correu na chuva.&lt;br /&gt;- Já acreditou em super-heróis e fingia que era eles.&lt;br /&gt;- Já "brigou" muito por balinhas e outros doces que estavam dentro do balão enorme com farinha, nos aniversários dos coleguinhas.&lt;br /&gt;- Já teve um ursinho ou outro brinquedo preferido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Já prendeu o dedo na porta ou levou choque quando colocou o dedo na tomada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Já &amp;nbsp;teve uma coleção de alguma coisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Já brincou de Maria Algodão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Já teve algum apelido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Já fez alguma "arte" e se machucou. E resultou numa "belíssima" cicatriz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Já tomou vacina e "abriu o berreiro" e esperneou sem parar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Já tomou remédio para "ficar fortinho".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Já acordou cedo só para assistir desenho animado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Já "plantou muita bananeira", ou pelo menos tentou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Já implorou pra mãe ou pai para comprar um brinquedo ou sapato da &lt;i&gt;moda, &lt;/i&gt;só porque todo mundo da suas escola tinha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Já fingiu que estava doente, só para não ir à escola.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Já tirou nota baixa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Já teve medo do Bicho Papão, ou Cuca, ou o homem do Saco. Ou outro qualquer ser fantástico que você nunca viu (na verdade, não existe) e você nem dormia, se enrolava no cobertor e cobria os pés.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Já apertou a campainha e saia correndo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Já lambeu e &lt;i&gt;rapou&lt;/i&gt; muita panela com "resto" de chocolate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Já teve um "solta-bolha-de-sabão"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Já falou o que não devia, porque criança é um poço de sinceridade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Já assistiu filme sobre cachorro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Já acreditou em Papai Noel e Coelhinho da Páscoa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Já escreveu carta pro Papai Noel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Já urinou na cama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Já brincou na lama ou areia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Já subiu em árvore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Já... e outras coisas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img height="162" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWAsn632CWc/TYrZPyWeSUI/AAAAAAAABJM/-ikjbBPcNGg/s200/infancia.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RESUMINDO...Todo mundo já foi criança. Melhor fase da vida. Sem preocupação, sem responsabilidade. Sem seriedade. Simplesmente criança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #484848; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thainá Andrade&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/3740865825103600616-5734102245509419646?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/5734102245509419646/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/04/infancia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/5734102245509419646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/5734102245509419646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/04/infancia.html' title='Infância'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWAsn632CWc/TYrZPyWeSUI/AAAAAAAABJM/-ikjbBPcNGg/s72-c/infancia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-3995001159819097178</id><published>2011-04-30T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T20:00:24.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rótulo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar7Ko62GcIo/TU3K9TYtIAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/TbXPazFWgyg/s1600/careta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="146" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar7Ko62GcIo/TU3K9TYtIAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/TbXPazFWgyg/s200/careta.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Odeio rótulos. Não sou produto para ser carimbada em uma definição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Odeio comparações. Não sou pior ou melhor do que ninguém. Sou eu, eu mesma e ponto. Sou diferente. Sou aquilo que ninguém é. Sou eu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque cada um é cada um. Cada um tem seu jeito,suas opiniões, seu gostos, suas manias e etc e tal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somos semelhantes por sermos da mesma espécie e só. Nem o DNA é igual, quanto mais a personalidade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rótulo foi feito pra produto. E eu não estou na pratileira, para que as pessoas me escolham de acordo com o gosto delas e muito menos estou a venda. Sou inestimável. Sou EU.&lt;br /&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/3740865825103600616-3995001159819097178?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/3995001159819097178/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/04/rotulo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/3995001159819097178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/3995001159819097178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/04/rotulo.html' title='Rótulo'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ar7Ko62GcIo/TU3K9TYtIAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/TbXPazFWgyg/s72-c/careta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-6993236270043333361</id><published>2011-04-30T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T19:48:58.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(im)Perfeição</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://silviarita.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/planejamento.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://silviarita.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/planejamento.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando planejamos, criamos expectativas. E quando não dá certo, nós "botamos" a culpa nos outros.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém é perfeito. A vida não é perfeita. Se tudo fosse perfeito, não erraríamos e a vida não teria graça.&lt;br /&gt;Não teria sentido. Seríamos excessivamente corretos e sem momentos especiais, únicos e ESPONTÂNEOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lógico, que não devemos bancar um louco de filmes, que saí por ae correndo pelado, achando que isso é felicidade e liberdade... Vai acabar sendo preso por atentado ao pudor. Ou então, achar que tudo que acontece não depende de nosso esforço. Esperar acontecer é uma coisa e tentar alcançar o objetivo (sem frustrações) &amp;nbsp;é outra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque a vida, foi feita pra viver. E não para sobreviver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-6993236270043333361?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/6993236270043333361/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/04/imperfeicao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/6993236270043333361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/6993236270043333361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/04/imperfeicao.html' title='(im)Perfeição'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-5793210140587107832</id><published>2011-04-30T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T19:40:54.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser forte...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;...não é ser insensível.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img height="174" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AlEBFHFPJLE/SKY6XdJ9P8I/AAAAAAAABVQ/znCSsDbVgr4/s200/coracao-forte-3d-blender.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-5793210140587107832?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/5793210140587107832/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/04/ser-forte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/5793210140587107832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/5793210140587107832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/04/ser-forte.html' title='Ser forte...'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AlEBFHFPJLE/SKY6XdJ9P8I/AAAAAAAABVQ/znCSsDbVgr4/s72-c/coracao-forte-3d-blender.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-3705963503915923122</id><published>2011-04-23T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:41:27.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Química do amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://files.hquimica.webnode.com.br/200000054-e3e07e4da5/quimica%20com%20amor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://files.hquimica.webnode.com.br/200000054-e3e07e4da5/quimica%20com%20amor.jpg" width="145" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Química do amor? Não que eu não acredite nisso...mas, hoje está mais pra Física do amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;By: Eu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-3705963503915923122?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/3705963503915923122/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/04/do-amor-nao-que-eu-nao-acredite-nisso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/3705963503915923122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/3705963503915923122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/04/do-amor-nao-que-eu-nao-acredite-nisso.html' title='Química do amor'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-8293462802114623052</id><published>2011-04-20T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:41:52.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vestibular... é sim, um bicho de sete cabeças</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WbJRKfkOv5Q/Ta9xY5A4o9I/AAAAAAAAAQY/BTVBco0U10o/s1600/vestibular-memoria.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WbJRKfkOv5Q/Ta9xY5A4o9I/AAAAAAAAAQY/BTVBco0U10o/s200/vestibular-memoria.jpg" width="195" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu estou saindo de minha gaiola&lt;br /&gt;E estou indo muito bem&lt;br /&gt;Devo estar triste&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu quero tudo isto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu não posso olhar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Isto está me matando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas é apenas o preço que eu pago&lt;br /&gt;Destino está me chamando&lt;br /&gt;Abra meus olhos ansiosos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Porque eu sou o Sr.otimista&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mr. Brightside - The Killers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dE8Jf44GdR0/Ta9xdqFkDYI/AAAAAAAAAQc/YAtZm1XZ85w/s1600/vestibular-2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="107" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dE8Jf44GdR0/Ta9xdqFkDYI/AAAAAAAAAQc/YAtZm1XZ85w/s200/vestibular-2011.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dE8Jf44GdR0/Ta9xdqFkDYI/AAAAAAAAAQc/YAtZm1XZ85w/s1600/vestibular-2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;As vezes acho que não sou o suficiente e muito menos a melhor. Ser bom é pouco. Excelente é o apogeu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou me sentindo carente de&amp;nbsp;disciplina e inteligência. Em outros anos, era a tipo NERD de boletim azul. Agora meu primeiro boletim deste ano,vai ficar colorido (ironicamente a coisa vai ou já está preta). E ainda tem alguns meses pra prova que vai definir o meu futuro. Isso fora a concorrência...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dE8Jf44GdR0/Ta9xdqFkDYI/AAAAAAAAAQc/YAtZm1XZ85w/s1600/vestibular-2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&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/3740865825103600616-8293462802114623052?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/8293462802114623052/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/04/vestibular-e-sim-um-bicho-de-sete.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/8293462802114623052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/8293462802114623052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/04/vestibular-e-sim-um-bicho-de-sete.html' title='Vestibular... é sim, um bicho de sete cabeças'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WbJRKfkOv5Q/Ta9xY5A4o9I/AAAAAAAAAQY/BTVBco0U10o/s72-c/vestibular-memoria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-7745782438731853698</id><published>2011-04-16T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T23:52:28.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>É isso</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #727270; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="short" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-left-radius: 2px 2px; border-bottom-right-radius: 2px 2px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(209, 209, 209); border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(209, 209, 209); border-right-width: 1px; border-style: initial; border-top-color: rgb(209, 209, 209); border-top-left-radius: 2px 2px; border-top-right-radius: 2px 2px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; float: left; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: relative; vertical-align: baseline; width: 540px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ7t4kUCrmU/TaqNByO1peI/AAAAAAAAAQU/8WaLPmuP8Lo/s1600/crianca-brava.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="162" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ7t4kUCrmU/TaqNByO1peI/AAAAAAAAAQU/8WaLPmuP8Lo/s200/crianca-brava.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Odeio dois beijinhos, aperto de mão, tumulto, calor, gente burra e quem não sabe mentir direito. Não puxo saco de ninguém, detesto que puxem meu saco também. Não faço amizades por conveniência, não sei rir se não estou achando graça, e não atendo o telefone se não estou com vontade de conversar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="shadow" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(http://static.tumblr.com/jn9hrij/WwEl32aup/bottomshadow.png); background-origin: initial; background-position: 50% 0%; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: both; font-weight: normal; height: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="caption" style="background-attachment: initial; 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padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-indent: -20px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Caio Fernando Abreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; 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float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="169" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nuo8xkL-UOA/TapwTz4r5FI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/MxS_4nnBBNc/s200/fofoca29xn.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O que é um fofoqueiro?&lt;br /&gt;É uma pessoa que possui uma vida vazia, que cuidando da vida dos outros tenta preencher a dela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;By: Eu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-6351618380246329210?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/6351618380246329210/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/04/fofoqueiro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/6351618380246329210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/6351618380246329210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/04/fofoqueiro.html' title='Fofoqueiro'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nuo8xkL-UOA/TapwTz4r5FI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/MxS_4nnBBNc/s72-c/fofoca29xn.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-7518723266704734965</id><published>2011-04-13T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T20:14:38.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falsidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KI9gcT8Agi4/TNMbJSMaVcI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/MwkSJDnJVe8/s1600/blair+waldorf+frown.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;Não sei se é só comigo, mas simpatia demais me cheira falsidade.&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/3740865825103600616-7518723266704734965?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/7518723266704734965/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/04/nao-sei-se-e-so-comigo-mas-simpatia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/7518723266704734965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/7518723266704734965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/04/nao-sei-se-e-so-comigo-mas-simpatia.html' title='Falsidade'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KI9gcT8Agi4/TNMbJSMaVcI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/MwkSJDnJVe8/s72-c/blair+waldorf+frown.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-3416341897586058812</id><published>2011-04-09T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:42:20.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comunidades de orkut</title><content type='html'>Eu gosto muito de orkut, tenho um. Gosto também das comunidades. Mas, as vezes eu fico put* da vida por causa de algumas comunidades. Tipo aquelas que conta uma histórinha (na verdade elas não contam nem a metade...) Ex.: NOME DA COMUNIDADE: Ela fala... DESCRIÇÃO: " - Precisamos conversar" Ele respondeu:" - &amp;nbsp;Sobre o quê? Eu ainda te amo." Ela fala:" - Eu sei disso, mas..."&lt;br /&gt;Ae aparece "&lt;a href="http://-/"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"&gt;CONTINUAÇÃO DESSA HISTÓRIA, CLIQUE NESTE TÓPICO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" Eu clico naquela porr* e NÃO APARECE NAADAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qiQcMwQaJYc/TaZmyNno0uI/AAAAAAAAAPM/HRQIBCrm26o/s1600/sem-gra%25C3%25A7a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qiQcMwQaJYc/TaZmyNno0uI/AAAAAAAAAPM/HRQIBCrm26o/s200/sem-gra%25C3%25A7a.jpg" width="175" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PQP! Pra quê que cria umas m*rdas dessas ? Isso é mto phoda! Cria uma comu com uma história idiota sem meio e fim. E AINDA TEM GENTE &lt;s&gt;BURRA&lt;/s&gt; QUE PARTICIPA DE UMA COMUNIDADE DESSA ¬¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;É PRÁ ACABÁ MESMO!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como dizia uma antiga e sábia filósofa: "&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;É UMA PUT* FALTA DE SACANAGEM!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BÁI ;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-3416341897586058812?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/3416341897586058812/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/04/comunidades-de-orkut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/3416341897586058812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/3416341897586058812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/04/comunidades-de-orkut.html' title='Comunidades de orkut'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qiQcMwQaJYc/TaZmyNno0uI/AAAAAAAAAPM/HRQIBCrm26o/s72-c/sem-gra%25C3%25A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740865825103600616.post-860528042088137261</id><published>2011-04-09T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T20:18:50.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas que não gosto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ieualrMQ8-o/TUTNRVsO48I/AAAAAAAAArw/70yj6ql8g_k/s200/ja5.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;- Sabonete com cabelo (#eca,eca!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;- Atravessar a rua correndo (#imagina eu correndo...melhor não imaginar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;- Pessoas fúteis (#o que tem em todo lugar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;- Ter cólicas (#parece que a dor é infinita ;/)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;- PC lento (#eu fico put* da vida)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;- Cai a net (#eu fico put* da vida ao quadrado)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;- PC lento e cai a net (#eu fico put* da vida ao cúbico... tipo putíssiiiiiiim* da vida mesmo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;- Quando chove e a chapinha vai pro brejo (#dá uma raiva e tristeza... e vc se pergunta: " - Put* merda, isso só acontece comigo ?! Acredite se quiser, mas isso acontece com muitas pessoas que não nasceram com cabelo liso, assim como eu :/)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(e outras coisas que não gosto...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;BÁI ;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740865825103600616-860528042088137261?l=flores-de-abril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/feeds/860528042088137261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/04/coisas-que-nao-gosto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/860528042088137261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740865825103600616/posts/default/860528042088137261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flores-de-abril.blogspot.com/2011/04/coisas-que-nao-gosto.html' title='Coisas que não gosto'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456412761298268089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ieualrMQ8-o/TUTNRVsO48I/AAAAAAAAArw/70yj6ql8g_k/s72-c/ja5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
