<?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-2581118219566664420</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:28:10.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ø diáяiø dє uмα αdøłєscєηŧє</title><subtitle type='html'>Poesias inéditas e originais...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idas-e-vindas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581118219566664420/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idas-e-vindas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Isá...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07086326613347383461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMiKm1akdUs/TLZSGKlaRTI/AAAAAAAAAlA/fuUzfESQPr8/S220/OgAAAKbw3sY1jsbhjyCkYUunvxleZNkelsVKOu5eNso_ECVgG3D8k8Vz7sQvl1gBsUc_6VFihfpNjtqCiknXXDj7F88Am1T1UAGN5-IxU5o0K__emozXrs1fJ4K7.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581118219566664420.post-6391998193999796597</id><published>2012-01-17T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T08:12:42.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3gGY-yIyeKI/TxWdhOrTiKI/AAAAAAAAAwM/PCueNBCdck0/s1600/tumblr_lmlv4jhmTS1qfmgw7o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3gGY-yIyeKI/TxWdhOrTiKI/AAAAAAAAAwM/PCueNBCdck0/s320/tumblr_lmlv4jhmTS1qfmgw7o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: #cc0000; font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque quando estamos só, nada acontece?... pior de tudo é que eu tenho a resposta desse porque, eu sei que essa coisa louca, esse sentimento estranho, só vive em mim, e somente em mim.... e que somos apenas amigos... amigos de verdade, amigos de confiança, confidencias, segredos, amigos... apenas amigos... e eu seii que há uma pequena esperança dentro de mim,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;mais que sempre está em conflito com a certeza que eu tenho que você jamais será meu... e o meu desconsolo é meu conforto, saber que você sempre estara por perto, sempre estará ali pra me contar das suas tristezas, alegrias... é saber que você confia em mim, gosta de mim, e que pra você eu sempre serei uma eterna amiga confidente, independente de qualquer brincadeira, por que hoje eu percebi, nunca existira nós dois, somos apenas eu, e você .. independente do que eu sinta, isso deve morrer, antes que me mate aos poucos, antes que me afaste o motivo dos meus choros, e ao mesmo tempo o motivo dos meus sorrisos, meu BEM meu Mal ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: #cc0000; font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O pior de tudo mesmo, é que mesmo tendo em mente o ideal de te esquecer, e me dedicar a nossa meras amizade, me basta fechar os olhos pra pensar em você e imaginar coisas que jamais acontecerão ... Porque?! ....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: #cc0000; font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Isabela Barreto Campos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/2581118219566664420-6391998193999796597?l=idas-e-vindas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idas-e-vindas.blogspot.com/feeds/6391998193999796597/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idas-e-vindas.blogspot.com/2012/01/porque.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581118219566664420/posts/default/6391998193999796597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581118219566664420/posts/default/6391998193999796597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idas-e-vindas.blogspot.com/2012/01/porque.html' title='Porque?'/><author><name>Isá...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07086326613347383461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMiKm1akdUs/TLZSGKlaRTI/AAAAAAAAAlA/fuUzfESQPr8/S220/OgAAAKbw3sY1jsbhjyCkYUunvxleZNkelsVKOu5eNso_ECVgG3D8k8Vz7sQvl1gBsUc_6VFihfpNjtqCiknXXDj7F88Am1T1UAGN5-IxU5o0K__emozXrs1fJ4K7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3gGY-yIyeKI/TxWdhOrTiKI/AAAAAAAAAwM/PCueNBCdck0/s72-c/tumblr_lmlv4jhmTS1qfmgw7o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581118219566664420.post-677725647980339224</id><published>2012-01-17T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T08:07:03.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loucuras'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mXQSx3ZL1I8/TxWaeuEzpfI/AAAAAAAAAwE/tICz9V1CSpU/s1600/tumblr_lat24zbiNH1qdewwho1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mXQSx3ZL1I8/TxWaeuEzpfI/AAAAAAAAAwE/tICz9V1CSpU/s1600/tumblr_lat24zbiNH1qdewwho1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: magenta; font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se eu pudesse me realizar em um pedido, eu lhe pediria nesse momento, aqui comigo... Essa distância que há entre nós é o que mais me machuca... Como eu queria poder te-lo aqui comigo, para satisfazer todos meus desejos de mulher, para me fazer viver em ti.. Queria poder ter-te junto de mim, para que eu pudesse me perder no encanto do seu beijo, no conforto do seu abraço, no calor o teu corpo.. Queria poder me perder em ti sem pensar em consequências.. Queria me realizar por inteira em você, queria poder te-lo por um momento, apenas um momento, e que nesse momento nós pudessemos viver as maiores loucuras já vividas pelos&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;amantes mais devasos já existentes, que possamos cometer loucuras insanas, que nossas consequencias sejam nossos atos despudorados, queria que nesse momento que você me ensinasse o errado mais certo, que eu me descubrisse em você, descubrisse um lado que jamais foi visto, queria poder perder os sentidos,perder o rumo, e achar&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;o teu maior pecado, queria poder-me me entregar por inteira a ti, para servi-lhe, ser sua meras aprendiz. Que fosse apenas 1 momento, um momento, mais que fosse intenso, que fosse maravilhoso.. um único momento... um momento de loucura, momento de perdas de sentidos, mais que seja uma deslumbrante aventura, que me faça conhecer o que quero aprender nesse momento só de ti, que nesse único momento você seja meu e eu seja completamente sua,que esse momento seja consumado pelo desejo incotrolavel de me tomar-te sua.. apenas por um momemento.. eu queria ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: magenta; font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Isabela Barreto Campos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/2581118219566664420-677725647980339224?l=idas-e-vindas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idas-e-vindas.blogspot.com/feeds/677725647980339224/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idas-e-vindas.blogspot.com/2012/01/loucuras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581118219566664420/posts/default/677725647980339224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581118219566664420/posts/default/677725647980339224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idas-e-vindas.blogspot.com/2012/01/loucuras.html' title='Loucuras&apos;'/><author><name>Isá...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07086326613347383461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMiKm1akdUs/TLZSGKlaRTI/AAAAAAAAAlA/fuUzfESQPr8/S220/OgAAAKbw3sY1jsbhjyCkYUunvxleZNkelsVKOu5eNso_ECVgG3D8k8Vz7sQvl1gBsUc_6VFihfpNjtqCiknXXDj7F88Am1T1UAGN5-IxU5o0K__emozXrs1fJ4K7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mXQSx3ZL1I8/TxWaeuEzpfI/AAAAAAAAAwE/tICz9V1CSpU/s72-c/tumblr_lat24zbiNH1qdewwho1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581118219566664420.post-357344060711379990</id><published>2011-11-09T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T16:52:14.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'' Onde eu errei..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d5a6bd; color: purple; font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O tempo não volta..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ncIPmeFahH8/TrsfmFOh6eI/AAAAAAAAAtU/LKeCPAg9Akk/s1600/tumblr_ls9jsr3env1r3b63ko1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ncIPmeFahH8/TrsfmFOh6eI/AAAAAAAAAtU/LKeCPAg9Akk/s320/tumblr_ls9jsr3env1r3b63ko1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d5a6bd; color: purple; font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já neim sei mais o que fazer, se quando olho pra você eu chego a fraquejar, me arrepender de tudo o que fiz, me arrependo daquele ponto final, daquele fim, que eu, somente eu tive culpa, por simples aventura de adolescente sem nenhum fundamento...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d5a6bd; color: purple; font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje te olho, de tão perto, mais algo que agora é tão distante pra mim,algo que jamais alcançarei de volta...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d5a6bd; color: purple; font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Neste momento você se encontra na minha frente, lindo, maravilhoso... confeso que nunca te vi&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;tão longe, inalcançavel.. Neste momento minha mente está fervendo, pensamentos que corroem&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;meu coração, viajo nas lembranças do seu beijo, esse filme das nossas lembranças que estar a passar em minha mente, so bons momentos, momentos inesqueciveis que passamos juntos... As lagrimas já estam a e rolar inevitavelmente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Porque eu te perdi, porque fiz de meu coração um brinquedo idiota, joguei fora o amor da única pessoa que foi capaz me fazer feliz de verdade, a única pessoa que me completou, e que me fez sentir o sentimento mais puro e sincero que alguem pode sentir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d5a6bd; color: purple; font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agora eu sou uma pessoa fria, uma pessoa incapaz de amar de verdade, uma pessoa que jamais sera feliz denovo, que simplesmente vive por viver, sem&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;nenhum objetivo ou sequer um ideal, algo que me faça sorrir de verdade, algo que me faça arrepiar sentir a ardencia do amor, da paixão... sinto vontade de amar e ser amada novamente, mais isso já algo fora da minha realidade, por mais que eu tente, aquilo que se foi construido com tanto amor e carinho, se acabou, evaporou... por simples descaso meu!!! Já neim sei mais de nada, eu so levo uma certeza comigo, Jamais sorrirei de verdade algum dia,.. e jamais amarei como te amei.. Agora é aceitar , se inventaram uma formula, jamais foi descoberto, mais o certo é.. O tempo não volta mais....'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d5a6bd; color: purple; font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Isabela Barreto Campos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/2581118219566664420-357344060711379990?l=idas-e-vindas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idas-e-vindas.blogspot.com/feeds/357344060711379990/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idas-e-vindas.blogspot.com/2011/11/onde-eu-errei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581118219566664420/posts/default/357344060711379990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581118219566664420/posts/default/357344060711379990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idas-e-vindas.blogspot.com/2011/11/onde-eu-errei.html' title='&apos;&apos; Onde eu errei..'/><author><name>Isá...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07086326613347383461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMiKm1akdUs/TLZSGKlaRTI/AAAAAAAAAlA/fuUzfESQPr8/S220/OgAAAKbw3sY1jsbhjyCkYUunvxleZNkelsVKOu5eNso_ECVgG3D8k8Vz7sQvl1gBsUc_6VFihfpNjtqCiknXXDj7F88Am1T1UAGN5-IxU5o0K__emozXrs1fJ4K7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ncIPmeFahH8/TrsfmFOh6eI/AAAAAAAAAtU/LKeCPAg9Akk/s72-c/tumblr_ls9jsr3env1r3b63ko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581118219566664420.post-4594605276080314660</id><published>2010-12-02T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T15:21:55.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xMiKm1akdUs/TPgj4WQchtI/AAAAAAAAAp4/FJNVm9h8CCI/s1600/romanticas30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xMiKm1akdUs/TPgj4WQchtI/AAAAAAAAAp4/FJNVm9h8CCI/s400/romanticas30.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sei o que aconteceu comigo porque não consigo tirar você da minha cabeça, sempre que penso que te esqueci ai te vejo e sinto que você não sai de mim...o porque disso tudo? Simplesmente meu coração não aceita te perder... Não aceita te ver amando outra pessoa...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Quando chego em casa... Vejo-te nas pequenas coisas... Quando apareceia de surpresa e me dava um beijo que me marcava, depois sempre sentava em um banco e tomava um copo d’água... Nunca vou me esquecer do seu jeito...lá sentado..quando a gente ficava ouvindo musica no meu quarto..nós dois...juntinhos...aqueles momentos maravilhosos na minha vida... Quando você me ligava tarde da noite, e conversávamos até altas horas... Você me acompanhava sempre, até à escola...o dia que chegou todo molhado em casa, e me deu um banho, e fiquei toda molhada...o dia em que acampamos juntos tudo que aconteceu foi maravilhoso mas quando me vem essas lembranças ficam todas preto e branco pois sei que elas não voltaram, mais o que me resta é seguir minha vida com fé que um dia serei feliz assim...mais com apenas uma afirmação, que quando for feliz você não estará ao meu lado e agora só o que resta são momentos para lembrar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Flaviana Antonia de Carvalho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581118219566664420-4594605276080314660?l=idas-e-vindas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idas-e-vindas.blogspot.com/feeds/4594605276080314660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idas-e-vindas.blogspot.com/2010/12/momentos-nao-sei-o-que-aconteceu-comigo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581118219566664420/posts/default/4594605276080314660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581118219566664420/posts/default/4594605276080314660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idas-e-vindas.blogspot.com/2010/12/momentos-nao-sei-o-que-aconteceu-comigo.html' title=''/><author><name>Isá...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07086326613347383461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMiKm1akdUs/TLZSGKlaRTI/AAAAAAAAAlA/fuUzfESQPr8/S220/OgAAAKbw3sY1jsbhjyCkYUunvxleZNkelsVKOu5eNso_ECVgG3D8k8Vz7sQvl1gBsUc_6VFihfpNjtqCiknXXDj7F88Am1T1UAGN5-IxU5o0K__emozXrs1fJ4K7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xMiKm1akdUs/TPgj4WQchtI/AAAAAAAAAp4/FJNVm9h8CCI/s72-c/romanticas30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581118219566664420.post-3816158722466074918</id><published>2010-11-28T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T15:21:14.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Perdão amor&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xMiKm1akdUs/TPKDZycloLI/AAAAAAAAAp0/OMD2ByiQ43A/s1600/6312C.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xMiKm1akdUs/TPKDZycloLI/AAAAAAAAAp0/OMD2ByiQ43A/s400/6312C.jpg" width="345" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;; font-size: 22pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Perdão amor, por não te amar do jeito que amas, por às vezes parecer que não te amo, por ser tão fria, por não conseguir olhar nos teus olhos. Já me perguntei por que faço isso várias vezes, mas não encontro à resposta que procuro, então olho pra você, vejo seu lindo sorriso e percebo que não quero perder isso nunca. Às vezes por te amar demais penso que é pouco, e que poderia ser melhor. Amar-te é o melhor presente que eu já ganhei, então não fique zangado e não brigue comigo, pois eu te amo e por isso lhe peço Perdão Amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Flaviana Antonia de Carvalho&lt;/span&gt;&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/2581118219566664420-3816158722466074918?l=idas-e-vindas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idas-e-vindas.blogspot.com/feeds/3816158722466074918/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idas-e-vindas.blogspot.com/2010/11/perdao-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581118219566664420/posts/default/3816158722466074918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581118219566664420/posts/default/3816158722466074918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idas-e-vindas.blogspot.com/2010/11/perdao-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Isá...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07086326613347383461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMiKm1akdUs/TLZSGKlaRTI/AAAAAAAAAlA/fuUzfESQPr8/S220/OgAAAKbw3sY1jsbhjyCkYUunvxleZNkelsVKOu5eNso_ECVgG3D8k8Vz7sQvl1gBsUc_6VFihfpNjtqCiknXXDj7F88Am1T1UAGN5-IxU5o0K__emozXrs1fJ4K7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xMiKm1akdUs/TPKDZycloLI/AAAAAAAAAp0/OMD2ByiQ43A/s72-c/6312C.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581118219566664420.post-6275076619942803669</id><published>2010-11-27T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T15:19:42.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'''''''''''       Você...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMiKm1akdUs/TPGV2kXk2XI/AAAAAAAAApw/spDO5TchjvY/s1600/729606.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMiKm1akdUs/TPGV2kXk2XI/AAAAAAAAApw/spDO5TchjvY/s320/729606.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;; font-size: 22pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Você me encantou que nem eu percebi, me notava, e eu nem percebia, um dia simplesmente um dia tudo aconteceu, os seu olhos me encantavam, sua boca, seu tudo, me impressionaram, eu estava incondicionalmente apaixonada, mas ainda batia uma insegurança, não sabia bem o que era, então um dia deixei a insegurança de lado, e quando percebi, estava em seus braços, esse dia juro que não irei esquecer. Depois dali meu amor por você só crescia, fui me envolvendo mais e mais, se ficasse um dia sem te ver, perecia que nada havia sentido, hoje posso dizer que a única pessoa eu amei assim foi VOCÊ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Flaviana Antonia de Carvalho&lt;/span&gt;&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/2581118219566664420-6275076619942803669?l=idas-e-vindas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idas-e-vindas.blogspot.com/feeds/6275076619942803669/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idas-e-vindas.blogspot.com/2010/11/voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581118219566664420/posts/default/6275076619942803669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581118219566664420/posts/default/6275076619942803669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idas-e-vindas.blogspot.com/2010/11/voce.html' title='&apos;&apos;&apos;&apos;&apos;&apos;&apos;&apos;&apos;&apos;&apos;       Você...'/><author><name>Isá...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07086326613347383461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMiKm1akdUs/TLZSGKlaRTI/AAAAAAAAAlA/fuUzfESQPr8/S220/OgAAAKbw3sY1jsbhjyCkYUunvxleZNkelsVKOu5eNso_ECVgG3D8k8Vz7sQvl1gBsUc_6VFihfpNjtqCiknXXDj7F88Am1T1UAGN5-IxU5o0K__emozXrs1fJ4K7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMiKm1akdUs/TPGV2kXk2XI/AAAAAAAAApw/spDO5TchjvY/s72-c/729606.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581118219566664420.post-9004114924354030870</id><published>2010-11-27T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T15:23:07.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossível...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xMiKm1akdUs/TPGT5mCnf6I/AAAAAAAAAps/RE0xmAhT36A/s1600/noites-de-nupcias-romanticas-em-hoteis-de-buenos-aires.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xMiKm1akdUs/TPGT5mCnf6I/AAAAAAAAAps/RE0xmAhT36A/s640/noites-de-nupcias-romanticas-em-hoteis-de-buenos-aires.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;; font-size: 22pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Porque será que é tão difícil viver com esse amor no meu peito, acho que por que você não me ama como eu te amo, não me nota como eu te noto, não sente meu perfume como eu sinto o seu, queria tanto que o nosso amor se eternizasse, mais sei que isso não vai ser possível nunca. Queria que houvesse um jeito rápido e fácil que me fizesse tirar você da cabeça, se pudesse nem queria amar você, queria não sofrer, não chorar, mais sei que um dia isso vai passar e quando passar, eu vou olhar para traz e vou só lembrar, de um amor que não deu certo, não te culpo hora nenhuma, de não me amar, mais me culpo, por te amar de maneira. Às vezes quando te vejo dizendo que gosta de outra, tenho vontade de morrer, pois meu coração dói demais, mais essa dor passa, e com isso eu só tenho uma certeza, que um dia essa dor vai passar, e esse amor não vai ser passageiro, vai ser para sempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Flaviana Antônia de Carvalho&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/2581118219566664420-9004114924354030870?l=idas-e-vindas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idas-e-vindas.blogspot.com/feeds/9004114924354030870/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idas-e-vindas.blogspot.com/2010/11/impossivel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581118219566664420/posts/default/9004114924354030870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581118219566664420/posts/default/9004114924354030870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idas-e-vindas.blogspot.com/2010/11/impossivel.html' title='Impossível...'/><author><name>Isá...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07086326613347383461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMiKm1akdUs/TLZSGKlaRTI/AAAAAAAAAlA/fuUzfESQPr8/S220/OgAAAKbw3sY1jsbhjyCkYUunvxleZNkelsVKOu5eNso_ECVgG3D8k8Vz7sQvl1gBsUc_6VFihfpNjtqCiknXXDj7F88Am1T1UAGN5-IxU5o0K__emozXrs1fJ4K7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xMiKm1akdUs/TPGT5mCnf6I/AAAAAAAAAps/RE0xmAhT36A/s72-c/noites-de-nupcias-romanticas-em-hoteis-de-buenos-aires.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
