<?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-1890870951095569663</id><updated>2012-01-28T00:29:46.715-02:00</updated><category term='amor feliz namoro'/><category term='handy; melhor; amigo; amu demais'/><category term='felicidade'/><category term='sete pecados preguiça'/><category term='viajar para dentro'/><category term='mudanças'/><category term='recomeço'/><category term='chocolate luan santana musica'/><category term='beijo amor primeiro'/><category term='esquecer; superar'/><category term='amor  feliz'/><title type='text'>o que te faz chorar, amanhã já te faz rir</title><subtitle type='html'>as vezes as coisas que nos machucam hoje, daqui algum tempo te fará rir</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tathiely de lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807710047747907231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BSRvxrJMADs/TsLT526SJdI/AAAAAAAAAPY/QFpFwNbKuas/s220/FILE0407.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890870951095569663.post-3726215774970835053</id><published>2012-01-28T00:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T00:29:46.721-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handy; melhor; amigo; amu demais'/><title type='text'>Melhor Amigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não sei dizer ao certo qual dos dois é, só sei que é ou amizade ou irmandade. Como se pode gostar tanto de uma pessoa que se conhece à poucos meses? É fácil responder. É pelo fato da pessoa transparecer confiança! Estou escrevendo este post &lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;especialmente&lt;/b&gt; à meu amigo Handy. Ele concerteza é uma das pessoas que mais valeu a pena conhecer no ano de 2011. Aquela pessoa que se eu não trocar pelo menos um "oi" eu fico mal. Não sei se ele sabe o bem que ele me proporciona, só em me "escutar". Em pensar que eu ia excluir o msn dele... Ainda bem que não excluí, porque se excluísse eu não estaria tão bem hoje em dia. Bom, estou escrevendo mesmo é pra retribuir à TODO o bem que ele já me fez... Sei que isso não é nada comparando à o que tu merece! Tu estás passando por uma barra, mas independente de qualquer coisa que vá acontecer contigo eu estou aqui para te apoiar e ajudar no possível e impossível! Por ti eu coloco a minha mão no fogo. Posso não te conhecer pessoalmente, mas tu é o meu irmão, meu chão, meu&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;melhor amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! Das coisas que eu te agradeço, tu sempre diz que é uma honra tua e tal... Mas agora é a MINHA vez de dizer que é uma honra te ter como amigo do meu lado! Já perdi amigos demais e não quero que tu entre nessa estatistica. Te amo demais, melhor amigo ♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890870951095569663-3726215774970835053?l=porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/3726215774970835053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/3726215774970835053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com/2012/01/melhor-amigo.html' title='Melhor Amigo'/><author><name>tathiely de lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807710047747907231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BSRvxrJMADs/TsLT526SJdI/AAAAAAAAAPY/QFpFwNbKuas/s220/FILE0407.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890870951095569663.post-4352170267422499751</id><published>2011-12-30T16:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T16:03:02.890-02:00</updated><title type='text'>preguiça</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;quem não sofre desse mal? até eu tenho preguiça de escrever aqui as vezes. quando a gente fica com aquela vontade de deitar e simplesmente não fazer nada. bate aquela moleza. então a saída é tomar aquele banho gelado &lt;s&gt;brrr&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;para acordar pra vida. como já dizia Cazuza: o tempo não para. enquanto você fica atirado no sofá, o mundo está rodando. deixe a preguiça de lado e faça alguma coisa proveitosa. vá correr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890870951095569663-4352170267422499751?l=porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/4352170267422499751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/4352170267422499751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com/2011/12/preguica.html' title='preguiça'/><author><name>tathiely de lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807710047747907231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BSRvxrJMADs/TsLT526SJdI/AAAAAAAAAPY/QFpFwNbKuas/s220/FILE0407.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890870951095569663.post-1686232293285066407</id><published>2011-12-30T15:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T15:58:26.292-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais do que pegadas nesse chão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P0oKUoPK3bE/RkoWfcyrEQI/AAAAAAAAAEA/YykKrD5WqaM/s400/Pessoa+a+caminhar+na+praia.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/_P0oKUoPK3bE/RkoWfcyrEQI/AAAAAAAAAEA/YykKrD5WqaM/s200/Pessoa+a+caminhar+na+praia.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Temos que fazer a diferença. Mostrar que viemos à Terra com uma missao. Essa missao é fazer a diferença. Nao somos aquelas "moscas" que aceitam tudo sem expor nossos pensamentos. Deixe a sua marca... Diga a sua opiniao, sinceridade por favor. Nao pense no que os outros vao falar ao te ver totalmente mudada. Vai lá, corta o cabelo, faz luzes, poe AQUELA roupa e se joga. Foda-se o que vao pensar. Tu nasceu pra bilhar e esse teu brilho ninguem te tira. Faça mais do que pegadas nesse chao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890870951095569663-1686232293285066407?l=porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/1686232293285066407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/1686232293285066407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com/2011/12/mais-do-que-pegadas-nesse-chao.html' title='Mais do que pegadas nesse chão'/><author><name>tathiely de lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807710047747907231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BSRvxrJMADs/TsLT526SJdI/AAAAAAAAAPY/QFpFwNbKuas/s220/FILE0407.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P0oKUoPK3bE/RkoWfcyrEQI/AAAAAAAAAEA/YykKrD5WqaM/s72-c/Pessoa+a+caminhar+na+praia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890870951095569663.post-6016442617241511204</id><published>2011-11-15T20:02:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T20:04:02.630-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esquecer; superar'/><title type='text'>Superar é diferente de esquecer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-30vR3qTGhGo/TsLa9gwc3FI/AAAAAAAAAQE/ufPtGzKfeqY/s1600/Como-superar-um-fora-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="151" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-30vR3qTGhGo/TsLa9gwc3FI/AAAAAAAAAQE/ufPtGzKfeqY/s200/Como-superar-um-fora-1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alguns acontecimentos que mexem com os nossos sentimentos. Esses acontecimentos nos levam de um extremo à outro em questão de palavras. Como já me disseram esta semana: &lt;i&gt;"a palavra errada dita pela pessoa certa"&lt;/i&gt;. Com essas palavras que nos fragilizam tanto, nos deixam mal por dias, até mesmo meses. Então chega um momento que nos paramos para pensar em o que queremos realmente para a nossa vida. Observamos que nada mais pode ser mudado em relação àquele passado doloroso. Vemos que é necessário superar aquela fase, temos que seguir a diante com a nossa caminhada. Mesmo sabendo que será triste sem aquela pessoa que chegamos a jurar o tal &lt;i&gt;amor eterno,&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;mas esse o pra sempre &lt;b&gt;nunca&lt;/b&gt; existiu e não é agora que vai existir. É, chegou a hora de deixar o passado para trás, fazendo jus ao seu nome porque já passou e não há como voltar. Podemos até passar por esta fase, mas sempre haverá lembranças daqueles momentos felizes que vocês passaram juntos. Quando tu passar em frente a uma loja e vai lembrar: &lt;i&gt;"nossa, eu comprei com o fulano tal coisa aqui",&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;então vai vir aquele sentimendo que dói no peito, tras todas as recordações dos momentos que vocês tiveram a querida &lt;b&gt;saudade&lt;/b&gt;. Não sei se isso acontece com os homens também, talvés não pois pensam com a cabeça de baixo. Já as mulheres TODAS passam por isso. Todas vivem um "grande" amor, decepcionam-se, choram até não querer mais, conseguem superar, mas nunca esquecem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Superar não é esquecer"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890870951095569663-6016442617241511204?l=porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/6016442617241511204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/6016442617241511204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com/2011/11/superar-e-diferente-de-esquecer.html' title='Superar é diferente de esquecer'/><author><name>tathiely de lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807710047747907231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BSRvxrJMADs/TsLT526SJdI/AAAAAAAAAPY/QFpFwNbKuas/s220/FILE0407.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-30vR3qTGhGo/TsLa9gwc3FI/AAAAAAAAAQE/ufPtGzKfeqY/s72-c/Como-superar-um-fora-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890870951095569663.post-26645914398479790</id><published>2011-11-15T18:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T18:44:03.960-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viajar para dentro'/><title type='text'>Voltando-se para dentro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stum.com.br/testes/tarotosho/imagens/osho7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.stum.com.br/testes/tarotosho/imagens/osho7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Entrei em um site que joga Tarô, já que eu desisti desse ramo. Retirei esta carta ao lado que é a "Voltando-se para dentro". Tem gente que não acredita muito nessas histórias de Tarô, Búzios entre outros. Mas esta carta relatou como eu estou me sentindo neste momento. As seguintes palavras dirão tudo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Voltar-se para dentro simplesmente significa que você tem estado  perseguindo um desejo atrás do outro, que esteve correndo cada vez mais,  para chegar repetidas vezes à frustração; que cada desejo traz  infelicidade, que não existe nenhum preenchimento por meio dos desejos;  que você nunca chegará a lugar nenhum, que o contentamento é impossível.  Percebendo a verdade de que correr atrás de desejos não leva a lugar  nenhum, você acaba parando. Não que você faça algum esforço para parar.  Se você fizer algum esforço para parar, de uma maneira sutil você ainda  estará correndo atrás de alguma coisa novamente. Você ainda está  desejando - talvez, agora, seja a ausência de desejo o seu desejo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se  estiver fazendo algum esforço para Voltar-se Para Dentro, você ainda  estará saindo de si mesmo. Qualquer esforço só poderá levá-lo para fora,  em direção ao exterior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas as viagens são viagens para fora - não há viagem para dentro. Como você pode viajar&lt;a href="http://www.stum.com.br/testes/tarotosho/resultado.asp?i=7#" id="_GPLITA_2" title="Powered by Text-Enhance"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  dentro de si mesmo? Você já está ali, não faz sentido ir. Quando o  deslocar-se cessa, a viagem desaparece; mas quando não há mais nenhum  desejo obscurecendo a sua mente, você está dentro. A isso chama  voltar-se para dentro. Mas não se trata absolutamente de um  deslocamento, trata-se simplesmente de não sair para fora”. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890870951095569663-26645914398479790?l=porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/26645914398479790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/26645914398479790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com/2011/11/voltando-se-para-dentro.html' title='Voltando-se para dentro'/><author><name>tathiely de lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807710047747907231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BSRvxrJMADs/TsLT526SJdI/AAAAAAAAAPY/QFpFwNbKuas/s220/FILE0407.JPG'/></author><georss:featurename>Viamão - RS, Brasil</georss:featurename><georss:point>-30.088358 -51.02378950000002</georss:point><georss:box>-30.326332 -51.27626650000002 -29.850384 -50.77131250000002</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890870951095569663.post-1309180986361245225</id><published>2011-11-06T21:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T21:54:17.077-02:00</updated><title type='text'>roteiro da vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;nem tudo é uma questão de sorte ou azar... é simplesmente o destino. existem coisas que são pra acontecer mesmo conosco. antes de nascermos, Deus esqueve todo o roteiro da nossa vida. todos os acontecimentos tristes, felizes, emocionantes TODOS, estão escritos nesse "roteiro da vida". se aparece alguém, que diz te faz sofrer, mas você ama muito... aguenta firme, Deus pode ter escrito uma linda históra pra vocês. as vezes achamos que sofrer por amor é ruim, mas pode ser um ótimo jeito de aprender à viver bem.tem momentos que precisamos parar pra refletir se é aquilo mesmo que queremos, mas se não pararmos podemos agir sem pensar e assim deixando passar a oportunidade da nossa vida. há vezes que não por nossas escolhas, mas de outros, seguimos um rumo mais complicado pra nossa vida. não devemos deixa &lt;b&gt;ninguem&lt;/b&gt; interferir no nosso livre arbitrio... sejamos livres para seguir o roteiro da vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890870951095569663-1309180986361245225?l=porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/1309180986361245225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/1309180986361245225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com/2011/11/roteiro-da-vida.html' title='roteiro da vida'/><author><name>tathiely de lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807710047747907231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BSRvxrJMADs/TsLT526SJdI/AAAAAAAAAPY/QFpFwNbKuas/s220/FILE0407.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890870951095569663.post-1964889217665116724</id><published>2011-07-03T12:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T11:48:14.672-03:00</updated><title type='text'>a diferença entre amor &amp; paixão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não sei se todos sabem, mas há uma grande diferença entre esses dois. Uns dizem: "aah, eu estou amando *-*"! Aloooou, tu só está apaixonada!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando tu conhece alguém e rola aquela "química", uma atração pode ter certeza que é paixão. A paixão é completamente carnal, tem tudo a ver com o corpo. É quando tu sente tesão só de olhar para aquela pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Já o amor, é uma questão de sentimento. Vem do coração, é um acontecimento único. O amor acontece, pode ser quando você é adolescente, adulto ou idoso, desde que aconteça! Sempre vai acontecer no momento certo.  Você pode achar que está amando, mas na verdade só está apaixonado. Pode ter certeza que está apaixonado, mas pode ser o seu verdadeiro amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não há nada melhor do que esses dois acontecimentos entre apenas duas pessoas.&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/1890870951095569663-1964889217665116724?l=porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/1964889217665116724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/1964889217665116724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com/2011/07/diferenca-entre-amor-paixao.html' title='a diferença entre amor &amp; paixão'/><author><name>tathiely de lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807710047747907231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BSRvxrJMADs/TsLT526SJdI/AAAAAAAAAPY/QFpFwNbKuas/s220/FILE0407.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890870951095569663.post-6825518300604072173</id><published>2011-07-01T23:07:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T11:48:43.860-03:00</updated><title type='text'>maioridade civil *-*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;sim, hoje eu estou completando 18 anos. muitas coisas mudarm, principalmente nos 3 ultimos anos. aprendi que amor eterno NÃO EXISTE, aprendi que uma pessoa que dizia que te amava pode te fazer sofrer mais que qualquer coisa no mundo, aprendi tambem que amizades verdadeiras existem. quero agradecer à todas as pessoas que me deram força nesses últimos meses, que pra quem sabe bem, estão sendo muito difíceis em relação à minha saude. agradeço também às pessoa que me magoaram, porque se eu não tivesse conhecido elas eu nunca teria um exemplo à não seguir :D' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;agradecimentos especiais: à minha mãe, ao meu pai, meus irmãos, minhas irmãs de coraçao sendy, brenda, taís, meri e anne, ao meu fofo peterson, ao querido nincolas, à minha gorda andressa, à vanessa marques, à minha eterna amiga thaís e à minha prima stéph!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;se eu esqueci de alguém, desculpe ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890870951095569663-6825518300604072173?l=porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/6825518300604072173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/6825518300604072173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com/2011/07/maioridade-civil.html' title='maioridade civil *-*'/><author><name>tathiely de lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807710047747907231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BSRvxrJMADs/TsLT526SJdI/AAAAAAAAAPY/QFpFwNbKuas/s220/FILE0407.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890870951095569663.post-2342955579178565221</id><published>2011-06-23T11:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T11:49:36.316-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sete pecados preguiça'/><title type='text'>preguiça</title><content type='html'>aaaaai, que preguiça. quem nunca disse isso pelo menos uma vez. todos temos um "encosto" que não nos deixam fazer absolutamente nada. uma força maior que invade o nosso corpo e nos deixa sem vontade de nada. e o que resta e deitar, ficar o final de semana inteiro de pijama fazendo nada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890870951095569663-2342955579178565221?l=porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>recomeço</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;um novo começo é tão bom. novos ares, amigos novos, esquecer o passado e quem nos magoou muito. muitas coisas mudaram, principalmente de duas semanas pra cá. tive certeza que estava amando uma pessoa, mas esse amor não tinha retorno &lt;strike&gt;infelizmente&lt;/strike&gt;. fiz coisas, apenas pensando em mim, que magoaram mais ainda a pessoa que eu mais amava. sei que não é legal esse tipo de atitude, mas atitudes desesperadoras pedem medidas desesperadas. apesar de tudo que me acinteceu, acho que encontrei a minha &lt;b&gt;paz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;sozinha mesmo, sem ele pode ser bem melhor, eu estou morta? é, ainda estou aqui! não digo que foi a melhor atitude do mundo o término, mas posso dizer que fez bem para os dois. não, não seremos amigos. nunca existiu um laço de amizade entre nós e não seria agora que iria existir&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; apesar de tudo que foi dito ou escrito por ambos os lados, eu adoraria ter ele ao meu lado. nem que fosse para me puxar a orelha por ter feito algo errado ou me elogiar como ele sempre fazia. eu acharia maravilhosa a ideia de te-lo do meu lado, nem que fosse por um minuto sequer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"eu te amei como jamais um outro alguém vai te amar, antes que o Sol pudesse acordar eu te amei ♫ &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Carla - LSJack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890870951095569663-3617912791835359779?l=porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/3617912791835359779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/3617912791835359779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com/2011/06/recomeco.html' title='recomeço'/><author><name>tathiely de lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807710047747907231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BSRvxrJMADs/TsLT526SJdI/AAAAAAAAAPY/QFpFwNbKuas/s220/FILE0407.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890870951095569663.post-4566507823402237968</id><published>2011-06-21T00:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T00:28:49.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'>lembrete</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Amanhã voltarei com&lt;b&gt; tudo&lt;/b&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/1890870951095569663-4566507823402237968?l=porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/4566507823402237968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/4566507823402237968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com/2011/06/lembrete.html' title='lembrete'/><author><name>tathiely de lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807710047747907231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BSRvxrJMADs/TsLT526SJdI/AAAAAAAAAPY/QFpFwNbKuas/s220/FILE0407.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890870951095569663.post-2901930021181155606</id><published>2011-01-23T15:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T15:46:07.756-02:00</updated><title type='text'>23.O1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTXRpGeBoCA/TTxpSNgFnmI/AAAAAAAAAL4/QyIIUIcl45E/s1600/tath.+0094.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTXRpGeBoCA/TTxpSNgFnmI/AAAAAAAAAL4/QyIIUIcl45E/s320/tath.+0094.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;hoje é uma data muito importante para mim. hoje faz um ano que eu fiz a melhor escolha da minha vida. aceitei namorar com a pessoa mais importante da minha vida, o Gabriel. agradeço ele por todo esse tempo que ele teve que me aturar, por tudo que ele teve que aguentar das minhas loucuras e idiotices. agradeço também por ele estar do meu lado quando eu preciso e principalmente quando eu não preciso. sem ele eu não sei o que seria da minha vida. a gente pode até brigar e discutir inúmeras vezes, mas isso é inevitável. ele não faz parte da minha vida, ELE É A MINHA VIDA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;AMAR - É pensar no outro, mesmo quando a gente nem tá pensando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: grey; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&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/1890870951095569663-2901930021181155606?l=porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/2901930021181155606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/2901930021181155606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com/2011/01/23o1.html' title='23.O1'/><author><name>tathiely de lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807710047747907231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BSRvxrJMADs/TsLT526SJdI/AAAAAAAAAPY/QFpFwNbKuas/s220/FILE0407.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTXRpGeBoCA/TTxpSNgFnmI/AAAAAAAAAL4/QyIIUIcl45E/s72-c/tath.+0094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890870951095569663.post-9199323496616815568</id><published>2011-01-12T23:41:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T23:50:08.599-02:00</updated><title type='text'>7 pecados - ira</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;apartir de &lt;b&gt;hoje&lt;/b&gt; eu vou começar a escrever um pouco a respeito dos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;sete pecados capitais. &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;hoje eu começo com a &lt;b&gt;IRA! &lt;/b&gt;a ira nada mais é do que a agressividade, a raiva. esse sentimento negativo que, muitas vezes, chega a machucar uma pessoa de tão ruim que ele é. as pessoas que sofrem desse "mau", são pessoas que tem raiva de si mesmas e vão descontar nas pessoas ao seu redor. as pessoas começam com a ira e passam para um estágio mais avançado: o ódio. pra que sentir ódio de alguem, que muitas vezes, não fez NADA para você? o ódio é um sentimento tão frio, que não vale a pena sentir. as pessoas que tem ódio, querem vingança de algo! &amp;amp; &lt;b&gt;a vingança é um prato que se come frio!&lt;/b&gt; os vingativos esperam até uma hora propicia para dar o bote. quando você acha que ele esqueceu, ele apenas esta esperando a oportunidade certa para a &lt;u&gt;vingança&lt;/u&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;digo agora que sou sim, uma pessoa muito vingativa. mas também defendo que as pessoas parem um pouco de se preocupar, pois é a preocupação com as coisas pequenas que faz as pessoas sairem do sério e ficar com &lt;b&gt;IRA.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.cancaonova.com/saojosedoscampos/files/2010/04/casal-brigando.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://blog.cancaonova.com/saojosedoscampos/files/2010/04/casal-brigando.jpg" /&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/1890870951095569663-9199323496616815568?l=porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/9199323496616815568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/9199323496616815568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com/2011/01/7-pecados-ira.html' title='7 pecados - ira'/><author><name>tathiely de lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807710047747907231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BSRvxrJMADs/TsLT526SJdI/AAAAAAAAAPY/QFpFwNbKuas/s220/FILE0407.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890870951095569663.post-3996420922414856324</id><published>2011-01-09T23:28:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T23:54:08.842-02:00</updated><title type='text'>sinceridade se vê nos olhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecceancilladomini.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/sinceridade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="155" src="http://ecceancilladomini.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/sinceridade.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;sim, ela está em extinção, mais do que o mico leão dourado. as pessoas acham que uma verdade dita dói muito. mas não dói mais do que uma mentira falada ... devemos nos preocupar menos com o que os outros vão pensar e fazer o que deve ser feito independente das consequencias. foda-se se o outro não gostou da sua roupa, o que conta é você se sentir bem. por isso devemos ser mais verdadeiros e deixar as coisas insignificantes de lado.&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/1890870951095569663-3996420922414856324?l=porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/3996420922414856324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/3996420922414856324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com/2010/11/sinceridade.html' title='sinceridade se vê nos olhos'/><author><name>tathiely de lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807710047747907231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BSRvxrJMADs/TsLT526SJdI/AAAAAAAAAPY/QFpFwNbKuas/s220/FILE0407.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890870951095569663.post-7681171943673763886</id><published>2011-01-09T12:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T12:57:48.112-02:00</updated><title type='text'>nada é pra sempre ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Muito menos por acaso. É assim que diz a letra da música 4am do Forfun. Um dia você pensa que tudo esta bem, mas quando você menos espera acontece algo que muda completamente o rumo das coisas. Você pode achar que foi o destino, mas &lt;i&gt;nada é por acaso&lt;/i&gt;. Você pode achar que a pessoa que está ao seu lado é o amor da sua vida, mas &lt;i&gt;nada é pra sempre&lt;/i&gt;. Quem nunca ouviu aquela pessoa dizer: &lt;i&gt;eu te amo para sempre&lt;/i&gt;? Pois é, o para sempre NÃO EXISTE!&amp;nbsp;E&amp;nbsp;falo isso por experiência própria. Você acha que não é feliz? Então você não sabe viver. &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/1890870951095569663-7681171943673763886?l=porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/7681171943673763886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/7681171943673763886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com/2011/01/nada-e-pra-sempre.html' title='nada é pra sempre ...'/><author><name>tathiely de lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807710047747907231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BSRvxrJMADs/TsLT526SJdI/AAAAAAAAAPY/QFpFwNbKuas/s220/FILE0407.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890870951095569663.post-8812282325003179054</id><published>2011-01-09T12:43:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T13:09:17.007-02:00</updated><title type='text'>minha formatura - forfun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hTXRpGeBoCA/TSnPimaZzzI/AAAAAAAAALQ/FL2a0G65AKQ/s1600/OgAAABJ5-Q20Ag0ciHXxEA5yOI-d1QckO5yUTkinenAJunvBNSsOO9CYGWwxt6WLorlAasCrm2J0LaLMXpakZf9aF3UAm1T1UF-SLON8xpYeQFgeVlRdTa1eM66n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hTXRpGeBoCA/TSnPimaZzzI/AAAAAAAAALQ/FL2a0G65AKQ/s320/OgAAABJ5-Q20Ag0ciHXxEA5yOI-d1QckO5yUTkinenAJunvBNSsOO9CYGWwxt6WLorlAasCrm2J0LaLMXpakZf9aF3UAm1T1UF-SLON8xpYeQFgeVlRdTa1eM66n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quase onze horas e eu não sei / Qual camisa escolher / Meus amigos buzinando pra eu descer / Meu cabelo tá legal, minha roupa não tá mal / Acho que ela vai gostar... / Festa animada tequila liberada / Minha prima com um cara no jardim / Que diversão! / Mas não pra mim... / Meu pai não sabe do tempo que eu passei / Matando aula à tarde e fingindo que estudei / E essas garotas só sabem me esnobar / Cadê o meu cachorro? ele não vai me abandonar / Melhor fechar os olhos e deixar pra lá... / E as menininhas tão banais / Elas se vestem sempre iguais / Caras fortes se sentindo sempre os tais / Tudo girava ao meu redor / Tirei a calça e achei melhor&amp;nbsp; / Na piscina me jogar / Nada é como antes amigos tão distantes / A escola já não volta / E dela eu sei que eu vou lembrar / Eu mergulhei... / Meu pai não sabe do tempo que eu passei / Matando aula à tarde e fingindo que estudei / Essas garotas só sabem me esnobar / Cadê o meu cachorro? ele não vai me abandonar / Melhor fechar os olhos e deixar pra lá... / E os dias e as festas que eu vou lembrar... / São fases da vida que vão passar / Garotos tentando impressionar... / Garotas fingindo não se ligar... / &lt;/span&gt;Meu pai não sabe do tempo que eu passei / Matando aula à tarde e fingindo que estudei / Essas garotas só sabem me esnobar /Cadê o meu cachorro? ele não vai me abandonar /E agora eu não vou pra casa não, tá tudo errado então... / Fica do meu lado e quando o medo passar&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; / Eu vou fechar os olhos e deixar pra lá&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/1890870951095569663-8812282325003179054?l=porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/8812282325003179054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/8812282325003179054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com/2011/01/minha-formatura-forfun.html' title='minha formatura - forfun'/><author><name>tathiely de lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807710047747907231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BSRvxrJMADs/TsLT526SJdI/AAAAAAAAAPY/QFpFwNbKuas/s220/FILE0407.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hTXRpGeBoCA/TSnPimaZzzI/AAAAAAAAALQ/FL2a0G65AKQ/s72-c/OgAAABJ5-Q20Ag0ciHXxEA5yOI-d1QckO5yUTkinenAJunvBNSsOO9CYGWwxt6WLorlAasCrm2J0LaLMXpakZf9aF3UAm1T1UF-SLON8xpYeQFgeVlRdTa1eM66n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890870951095569663.post-8231286977939968534</id><published>2011-01-07T00:56:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T23:55:34.101-02:00</updated><title type='text'>mudanças</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.folhademinasgerais.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/mudan%C3%A7a-de-vida1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://www.folhademinasgerais.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/mudan%C3%A7a-de-vida1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ano novo, vida nova. todos dizem istos com a chegada de um novo ano. todos dizem que vão trabalhar mais, comer menos e etc ... mas pra que esperar a chegada de um novo ano para poder começar com novos hábitos? começe qualquer dia, não se preocupe que seja dia 1º ou dia 31. apenas faça o que o seu coração lhe disser para fazer. não há nada melhor do que seguir o seu coração. feliz ano novo a todos.&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/1890870951095569663-8231286977939968534?l=porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/8231286977939968534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/8231286977939968534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com/2011/01/mudancas.html' title='mudanças'/><author><name>tathiely de lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807710047747907231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BSRvxrJMADs/TsLT526SJdI/AAAAAAAAAPY/QFpFwNbKuas/s220/FILE0407.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890870951095569663.post-5547238505632997970</id><published>2010-11-20T10:02:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T23:29:23.317-02:00</updated><title type='text'>testamento - tópaz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu pedi pra te chamar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me despedir e te avisar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não deixo nada a mais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O que aprendi eu posso dar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O triste é ter certeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que você só vê o rancor em testamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que eu deixei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O triste é ter certeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que você só vê o rancor em testamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que eu deixei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Só mais hoje, um terço a mais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Teu desapego é o que me faz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Provar meu desespero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Já posso ir, te deixo em paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O triste é ter certeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que você só vê o rancor em testamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que eu deixei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O triste é ter certeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que você só vê o rancor em testamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que eu deixei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Paparara, paparara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Paparara, parara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Paparara, paparara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Paparara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O triste é ter certeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que você só vê o rancor em testamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que eu deixei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O triste é ter certeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que você só vê o rancor em testamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que eu deixei.&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/1890870951095569663-5547238505632997970?l=porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/5547238505632997970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/5547238505632997970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com/2010/11/testamento-topaz.html' title='testamento - tópaz'/><author><name>tathiely de lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807710047747907231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BSRvxrJMADs/TsLT526SJdI/AAAAAAAAAPY/QFpFwNbKuas/s220/FILE0407.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890870951095569663.post-577737315197904826</id><published>2010-11-02T14:52:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T13:06:09.091-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mudanças'/><title type='text'>mudanças</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;então, mudei o nome do blog :} mudei porque eu não me aguentei HAHAH mudei o endereço também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;agora, porque esse nome? porque esse endereço?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;primeiro o endereço: &lt;b&gt;porque sim não é resposta&lt;/b&gt;, quem não se lembra de castelo rá tim bum? umas das frases mais ditas no programa que embalou centenas de infancias agora virou o endereço do meu blog *-*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;segundo o nome: &lt;b&gt;o que te faz chorar, amanhã já te faz rir&lt;/b&gt;, é uma parte da letra da música Constelação Karina da Forfun, eu gosto muito desta música e por isso eu resolvi colocar como nome do &lt;b&gt;meu&lt;/b&gt; blog. é uma parte de muita reflexão da música:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/arNvMqXgazI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/arNvMqXgazI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" 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MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Desde que ti vi, os meus olhos Brilhavam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt; Só Vocês enxergavam, essa Luz de tão Bela&lt;br /&gt;As estralas Choravam e em prantos cairam&lt;br /&gt;fez um mar de magia,Sentimentos fluiram dentro de um coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-width: 0px; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: 16px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Li no livro da Vida que você será minha&lt;br /&gt;só espero não ser, uma mera poesia&lt;br /&gt;De um grande escritor que teve um grande Amor&lt;br /&gt;Que tambem o perdeu e eternamente Sofreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-width: 0px; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: 16px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;REFRÃO:&lt;br /&gt;Nas asas do amor, Contigo Voar&lt;br /&gt;Pra sempre te amar&lt;br /&gt;é uma emoção, como eu Sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Só Falta pra mim, seu cheiro Jasmin&lt;br /&gt;Pra me completar e a nossa União Enfim concretizar.&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/1890870951095569663-334589882791693932?l=porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/334589882791693932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/334589882791693932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com/2010/09/livro-da-vida-pura-cadencia.html' title='Livro da Vida - Pura Cadência'/><author><name>tathiely de lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807710047747907231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BSRvxrJMADs/TsLT526SJdI/AAAAAAAAAPY/QFpFwNbKuas/s220/FILE0407.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890870951095569663.post-2921467356263969675</id><published>2010-09-13T10:46:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T23:25:09.873-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Gaaaaga *-*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Siiiim, a minha diiiiva ganhou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;OITO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; prêmios no VMA 2010, dia 12 na MTV. E ainda revelou o nome do próximo albúm:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;'Born This Way'". Já estou esperando para comprar. Segue a lista &amp;nbsp;dos vencedores abaixo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;CLIPE DO ANO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lady Gaga - "Bad Romance"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 0px 15px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;MELHOR CLIPE FEMININO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lady Gaga - "Bad Romance"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;MELHOR CLIPE MASCULINO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eminem - "Not Afraid"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;MELHOR CLIPE POP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lady Gaga - "Bad Romance"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;MELHOR CLIPE DE ROCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;30 Seconds To Mars - "Kings and Queens"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;MELHOR CLIPE DE RAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eminem - "Not Afraid"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;MELHOR CLIPE DANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lady Gaga - "Bad Romance"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;MELHOR COLABORAÇÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lady Gaga &amp;amp; Beyoncé - "Telephone"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;REVELAÇÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Justin Bieber &amp;amp; Ludacris - "Baby"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;MELHOR DIREÇÃO DE ARTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Florence &amp;amp; The Machine - "Dogs Days Are Over"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;MELHOR COREOGRAFIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lady Gaga - "Bad Romance"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;MELHOR CINEMATOGRAFIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jay-Z &amp;amp; Alicia Keys - "Empire State of Mind"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;MELHOR DIREÇÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lady Gaga - "Bad Romance"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;MELHOR EDIÇÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lady Gaga - "Bad Romance"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;MELHOR EFEITOS ESPECIAIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Muse - "Uprising"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;DESCOBERTA DO ANO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Black Keys - "Tighten Up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890870951095569663-2921467356263969675?l=porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/2921467356263969675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/2921467356263969675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com/2010/09/lady-gaaaaga.html' title='Lady Gaaaaga *-*'/><author><name>tathiely de lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807710047747907231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BSRvxrJMADs/TsLT526SJdI/AAAAAAAAAPY/QFpFwNbKuas/s220/FILE0407.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890870951095569663.post-2265120588177605779</id><published>2010-09-12T23:23:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T23:57:29.013-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beijo amor primeiro'/><title type='text'>primeiro beijo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogalize.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/beijo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://blogalize.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/beijo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Não tem jeito. O primeiro beijo é uma das fases mais importantes na vida de uma pessoa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;. &lt;b&gt;Qualquer&lt;/b&gt; pessoa se lembra do seu primeiro beijo. Mas poucas sabem que o seu primeiro beijo só ocorre quando é com amor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;O beijo com amor acontece &amp;nbsp;sempre em uma situação inesperada, com uma pessoa que você não imaginava e no meio de uma frase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ex: Você e um(a) pessoa que recém conheceu, em uma pracinha no fim da tarde. Vocês estão conversando sobre um assunto muito "nadavê" tipo: a extinção das tartarugas albinas. E no meio de uma frase vocês se beijam.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Talvez você nem preste tanta atenção, mas seu coração começou a bater mais rápido, suas mãos estão suando ... Tudo isso, é sinal de que você está apaixonada. Provavelmente, não seja recíproco&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;infelizmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;. Então você começa a gostar daquela pessoa e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;talvez muito talvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;vocês começam a namorar ...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mas como nem tudo são flores ... acaba o namoro de vocês, porque simplesmente ele diz que não era o que ele pensava :/ Pode não ser assim com a maioria das meninas, mas isso acontece &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;infelizmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890870951095569663-2265120588177605779?l=porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/2265120588177605779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/2265120588177605779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com/2010/09/primeiro-beijo.html' title='primeiro beijo'/><author><name>tathiely de lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807710047747907231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BSRvxrJMADs/TsLT526SJdI/AAAAAAAAAPY/QFpFwNbKuas/s220/FILE0407.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890870951095569663.post-5292363668846371620</id><published>2010-09-05T23:36:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T23:24:16.088-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate luan santana musica'/><title type='text'>Chocolate - Luan Santana ♫</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/12vwRyKhodM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/12vwRyKhodM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;De chocolate nosso amor é feito&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Então não tem jeito, gruda em mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Isso não é só &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Confeti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;, me abraça enlouquece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Meu vício sem fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Alô Doçura, isso é mais que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Serenata de Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Com você, tenho a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Sensação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Que o nosso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Lance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt; é para a vida inteira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Seu olhar é o meu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Sonho de Valsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;É o doce que eu sempre quis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Meu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Prestígio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt; é estar com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;E pedir sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt; Bis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;ocê é mais preciosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;E bem mais brilhante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Que um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Diamante Negro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Penso em você todo tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;E nesse seu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Talento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;De me fazer feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;De chocolate nosso amor é feito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Então não tem jeito, gruda em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Isso não é só &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Confeti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;, me abraça enlouquece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Meu vício sem fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Isso não é só &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Confeti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;, me abraça enlouquece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Meu vício sem fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890870951095569663-5292363668846371620?l=porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/5292363668846371620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/5292363668846371620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com/2010/09/chocolate-luan-santana.html' title='Chocolate - Luan Santana ♫'/><author><name>tathiely de lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807710047747907231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BSRvxrJMADs/TsLT526SJdI/AAAAAAAAAPY/QFpFwNbKuas/s220/FILE0407.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890870951095569663.post-1488377831112634506</id><published>2010-09-05T23:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T23:23:48.408-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor  feliz'/><title type='text'>uma linda história 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://micheletorres.flogbrasil.terra.com.br/fotos/8/1/b/micheletorres/1148901977.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://micheletorres.flogbrasil.terra.com.br/fotos/8/1/b/micheletorres/1148901977.jpg" width="190" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nada que o tempo não cure. Depois de muita conversa, nós voltamos. Parecia que tudo estava bem. Mas&amp;nbsp;sabíamos&amp;nbsp;que não era a mesma coisa que antes. Não existia todo aquele amor, não éramos os mesmos. Alguma coisa tinha mudado, mas não sabíamos o que. Eu ia as quartas-feiras na casa dele, matava aula é claro. Cheguei ao ponto de faltar a 3 provas só para vê-lo. Quando não ia na quarta, arranjava um jeito e ia em outro dia. Fazia o possível &amp;amp; o impossível para ficarmos juntos, mesmo não "sentindo" nada. Tivemos nossos altos e baixos, mas sempre conseguimos nos entender. Até que em um dia não aguentamos mais e chegou o fim. Não foi bem assim que aconteceu, porque se eu parasse pra falar eu iria começar a chorar no meu teclado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Não temos mais contato, mas hoje a mãe dele me ligou *-* Fiquei muito feliz, talvez amanhã eu vá visitar ela.&amp;nbsp;&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/1890870951095569663-1488377831112634506?l=porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/1488377831112634506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/1488377831112634506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com/2010/09/uma-historia-de-amor-ou-n-pt-2.html' title='uma linda história 2'/><author><name>tathiely de lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807710047747907231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BSRvxrJMADs/TsLT526SJdI/AAAAAAAAAPY/QFpFwNbKuas/s220/FILE0407.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890870951095569663.post-4983637941451162725</id><published>2010-09-03T04:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T23:23:11.902-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor feliz namoro'/><title type='text'>uma linda história 1ª parte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hTXRpGeBoCA/TIChJlKjfbI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ZucPLKJ75cc/s1600/tath.+0067.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hTXRpGeBoCA/TIChJlKjfbI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ZucPLKJ75cc/s320/tath.+0067.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Resolvi escrever um pouco sobre alguns ocorridos neste ano. Então ... em janeiro eu conheci uma pessoa &amp;nbsp;que até aquele momento era o meu maior inimigo. Mas julguei mal esta pessoa &amp;amp; não sabia o quanto ela era especial pra mim. Começamos a ficar no dia 16.01, no aniversário de 15 anos da minha prima. Foi muito estranho, pois&amp;nbsp;estávamos&amp;nbsp;conversando e do nada ele me beijou. Me senti nas nuvens, foi como se eu tivesse tudo que eu queria em toda a minha vida em apenas alguns segundos. Porém, onde há amor sempre irá existir inveja. Falavam que o nosso namoro era falso, para causar inveja em um outro menino, mas não era.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Na semana seguinte, voltei à casa de minha prima e fiquei novamente com aquele menino. E, para minha surpresa, ele me pede em namoro.&amp;nbsp;Obviamente&amp;nbsp;aceitei, pois gostava muito dele. Passaram-se meses, até que apresentei-o para minha mãe. No começo ela gostou dele, mas após conversar com minha madrinha soube de coisas que não deveria saber. Começou a não gostar dele e também achou que estávamos namorando para fazer ciúmes. No dia 17 de março, foi aniversário da minha madrinha e, como de costume, fomos comemorar na casa dela. Chegando lá, no final da noite e início de manhã, chega um amigo. Não vou mentir, eu sempre gostei deste amigo principalmente porque ficamos durante todo o ano de 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Em uma atitude impensada, fiquei com o menino que eu gostava. Em fim, o meu então namorado soube por "bocas amigas" . Mas quando eu fui falar com meu namorado, ele simplesmente terminou o namoro. Entrei em desespero, comecei a chorar como uma criança de dois anos que acabará de perder a sua boneca favorita.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CONTINUA&lt;/b&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890870951095569663-4983637941451162725?l=porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/4983637941451162725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890870951095569663/posts/default/4983637941451162725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porquesimnaoeresposta.blogspot.com/2010/09/uma-historia-de-amor-ou-nao-parte-1.html' title='uma linda história 1ª parte'/><author><name>tathiely de lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807710047747907231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BSRvxrJMADs/TsLT526SJdI/AAAAAAAAAPY/QFpFwNbKuas/s220/FILE0407.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hTXRpGeBoCA/TIChJlKjfbI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ZucPLKJ75cc/s72-c/tath.+0067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
