<?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-6314371309200544102</id><updated>2012-01-06T02:26:45.890-02:00</updated><category term='contos'/><category term='cartas'/><category term='fato real'/><category term='luto'/><category term='pensando em...'/><category term='Cinderela compulsiva'/><title type='text'>CaRtAS qUe NUncA Te eNTrEgaRei...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>154</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-7695277006771612704</id><published>2011-11-11T20:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T20:33:06.996-02:00</updated><title type='text'>♫ Parabén para mim, parabéns para mim... ♫</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Parabéns pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Essa fdp que tem uma lingua venenosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Escorpiana bicho ruim, com muito orgulho!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Em dia de aniversário todos me vem com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"- &lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;paz&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;saúde&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;juizo&lt;/span&gt;, hein!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;tá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Paz&lt;/span&gt;, eu aceito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Amor&lt;/span&gt;, é sempre bem vindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Saúde&lt;/span&gt;, sempre né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas e o juizo? o que que eu faço com ele?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Juizo,&lt;/span&gt; pra mim é quase igual akela camisa feia que agente ganha da tia no natal, agente agradece. sorri. mas sabe que nunca vai usar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-7695277006771612704?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/7695277006771612704/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=7695277006771612704&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/7695277006771612704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/7695277006771612704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2011/11/paraben-para-mim-parabens-para-mim.html' title='♫ Parabén para mim, parabéns para mim... ♫'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-5959055565388481000</id><published>2011-11-08T21:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T21:15:53.932-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"efe" de ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;- feliz? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;- feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;- você? feliz ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;- sim, eu. Feliz!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Sim. muito Feliz... assim, com "efe" maiúsculo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-5959055565388481000?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/5959055565388481000/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=5959055565388481000&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/5959055565388481000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/5959055565388481000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2011/11/efe-de.html' title='&quot;efe&quot; de ...'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-5597505841438988718</id><published>2011-10-12T22:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T22:17:01.490-03:00</updated><title type='text'>8 ou 80</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sou a favor do quente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;do beijo quente, do sexo fervente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;gosto do corpo suado do cabelo grudando na pele&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sou a favor do 80.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Gosto tambem do frio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Gelado, congelante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;gosto de trincar os dentes agarrada a um corpo tão frio quanto o meu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;sou a favor do 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;pra mim é 8 ou 80&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;É quente ou frio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Não me venha com seu 40&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;muito menos com o seu morno,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Não me venha com seu "eu não sei se te quero"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Porque aí quem não te quer sou eu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Venha com seu amor ou seu ódio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Me estapeie ou me beije&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Me xingue ou me ame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Pode me odiar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Mas por favor seja obejtivo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Pq a vida é curta demais para perdermos tempo decifrando mensagens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;E a vida é longa demais para ficarmos apenas pensando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Melhor te ver correndo pra longe do que empacado em minha vida."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9MlfAaliVwg/TpY70nKVRsI/AAAAAAAABEU/cuYgF_ZMn6g/s1600/25.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9MlfAaliVwg/TpY70nKVRsI/AAAAAAAABEU/cuYgF_ZMn6g/s1600/25.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6314371309200544102-5597505841438988718?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/5597505841438988718/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=5597505841438988718&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/5597505841438988718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/5597505841438988718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2011/10/8-ou-80.html' title='8 ou 80'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9MlfAaliVwg/TpY70nKVRsI/AAAAAAAABEU/cuYgF_ZMn6g/s72-c/25.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-6213759277488245448</id><published>2011-08-14T18:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T18:01:07.600-03:00</updated><title type='text'>.A segunda segunda.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Confesso que eu tenho um pouco de inveja dessas pessoas fazendo pequenas homenagens...&lt;br /&gt;Queria que hj fosse um dia especial pra mim,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é apenas mais um dia normal.&lt;br /&gt;Aliás, hj é um dia tão deprimente e tão monótono quanto as 1056 segunda-feiras que vivi ao longo desses 22 anos da minha vida...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sendo assim...&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã é segunda... Denovo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Feliz segunda pra vocês!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-6213759277488245448?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/6213759277488245448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=6213759277488245448&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/6213759277488245448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/6213759277488245448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2011/08/segunda-segunda.html' title='.A segunda segunda.'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-5035234189262583965</id><published>2011-08-13T16:44:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T16:46:35.928-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E num dia solitário ela...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Pega o celular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Procura o nome dele na agenda só pra ganhar tempo, afinal ela conhece akele numero de cor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Procura. procura...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Pensa que antigamente, num tempo não distante, Ela teria o encontrado nos numeros mais discados do seu celular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Letra "R". encontra. Aperta o verde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Aparece a fotinho dele no visor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Ao ver aquela foto imponente, cheia de segredos, de olhares e histórias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Ela sentiu medo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Primeiro toque. tremor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Segundo toque. Aperta o vermelho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Desiste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;E por entre lágrimas percebe que masoquismo é apenas para os fortes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-5035234189262583965?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/5035234189262583965/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=5035234189262583965&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/5035234189262583965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/5035234189262583965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2011/08/e-num-dia-solitario-ela.html' title='E num dia solitário ela...'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-1660950907639143330</id><published>2011-08-01T23:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T23:12:08.786-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Tem horas que eu me pego olhando pro nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;E é aí que tudo começa fazer sentido.&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/6314371309200544102-1660950907639143330?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/1660950907639143330/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=1660950907639143330&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/1660950907639143330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/1660950907639143330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2011/08/tem-horas-que-eu-me-pego-olhando-pro.html' title=''/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-5646354608270427861</id><published>2011-07-12T23:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T23:09:38.397-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Acontece!&lt;br /&gt;No fim das contas, ninguém é o que parece&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agente se vê mais uma vez surpreendido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-5646354608270427861?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/5646354608270427861/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=5646354608270427861&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/5646354608270427861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/5646354608270427861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2011/07/acontece-no-fim-das-contas-ninguem-e-o.html' title=''/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-4634726019448109610</id><published>2011-07-11T23:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T23:08:00.697-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Salvation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Ele beijou meus lábios.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Eu senti sua boca.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Ele me puxou pra perto e eu sorri;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Porque eu sabia que era um boa maneira de salvar a mim mesma...&lt;/span&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/6314371309200544102-4634726019448109610?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/4634726019448109610/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=4634726019448109610&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/4634726019448109610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/4634726019448109610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2011/07/salvation.html' title='Salvation'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-3993229367666783924</id><published>2011-07-03T15:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T15:51:04.476-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Frasco vazio</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Com você eu me dei..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Me tornei sua e sua me fiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Me mostrei, mostrei minha cara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ás vezes pintada, lavada, impura ou&amp;nbsp;de cara limpa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&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;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E de tanto me dar,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;de tanto ser A sua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Vejo agora &amp;nbsp;um vazio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Um abismo profundo entre eu e "mim"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&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;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;De tanto me dar, de me doar, de te pertencer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Num momento de solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eu me percebo, me olho e não me vejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Olho no fundo da minha alma e só vejo um vazio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&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;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Descubro então, na minha solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Que já não existo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Grito em desespero, por entre as lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Me quero!"...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Me desejo!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&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;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mas sem sucesso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eu não me pertenço mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-3993229367666783924?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/3993229367666783924/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=3993229367666783924&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/3993229367666783924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/3993229367666783924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2011/07/com-voce-eu-me-dei.html' title='Frasco vazio'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-4311979650175828452</id><published>2011-06-27T11:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T11:00:00.897-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: initial; display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 40px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Agora eu mantenho os Lugares devidamente desocupados, pra que não haja mais nenhum tipo de posse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: initial; display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 40px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Eu me possuo; E nada mais será capaz de me tirar de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: initial; color: black; display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 40px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Quem me quiser, que não venha cheio de fome, pois o meu bolo é gigantesco, Mas será sua apenas uma pequena fatia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-4311979650175828452?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/4311979650175828452/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=4311979650175828452&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/4311979650175828452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/4311979650175828452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2011/06/agora-eu-mantenho-os-lugares.html' title=''/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-468377792124934033</id><published>2011-06-25T14:21:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T14:23:24.866-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Orgia sentimental (?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: initial; color: black; display: block; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 40px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: initial; color: black; display: inline !important; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 40px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: initial; color: black; display: block; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 40px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: initial; color: black; display: inline !important; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 40px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;sse negócio de ignorar os sentimentos alheios não é comigo, sabe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Eu gosto de saber o que a pessoa ta passando, ta pensando, sentindo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Eu gosto de escutar cada detalhe, cada palavra que as pessoas tem a dizer... sei lá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Eu acho mesmo é&amp;nbsp;que na verdade, o que eu gosto de conhecer as pessoas. Mas não é conhecer superficialmente, com um&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“oi, tudo bem?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Eu gosto de conhecê-las mais a fundo, do jeito que elas são, com suas fragilidades e forças e tudo mais que tiver que vier com elas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;É, eu gosto realmente disso...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Gosto de participar não só da vida dessa pessoa, mas gosto também de participar da&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“pessoa”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;que ela é; Gosto de entende-las e se possível, sentir também o que estão sentindo; Pra mim isso torna as coisas mais interessantes, mais intrigantes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Eu gosto de ser&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;eu-eu, eu-você, eu-ele/ela"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;, gosto de ser várias pessoas numa só, transformando a minha vida numa tremenda&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;orgia sentimental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(?) rsrsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Tô divagando aqui... escrevendo um monte de coisas desconexas, sem pensar que alguém vai ler e me imaginar&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“a doida da coberta”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;(?) háhaáhahaá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Mas por esse momento, eu já sei quem eu quero conhecer por completo, já tenho certeza de quem eu quero ser por enquanto, E acho que essa&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;mesma pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;também quer ser um pouco&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Viviane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Chega! Falei demais já!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&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/6314371309200544102-468377792124934033?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/468377792124934033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=468377792124934033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/468377792124934033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/468377792124934033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2011/06/esse-negocio-de-ignorar-os-sentimentos.html' title='Orgia sentimental (?)'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-6247251543643266035</id><published>2011-06-20T20:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T20:47:56.481-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;A vida me oferece&amp;nbsp;um milhão de coisas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;muitas delas eu não faço a mínima questão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;..&lt;/span&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/6314371309200544102-6247251543643266035?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/6247251543643266035/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=6247251543643266035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/6247251543643266035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/6247251543643266035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2011/06/vida-me-oferece-milhao-de-coisas-delas.html' title=''/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-3220846317947321791</id><published>2011-06-17T21:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T21:34:52.879-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Quando um relacionamento termina,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;tudo o que era considerado afinidade acaba,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;e tudo que resta são apenas dois estranhos preenchendo um silencio quase mortal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-3220846317947321791?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/3220846317947321791/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=3220846317947321791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/3220846317947321791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/3220846317947321791'/><link 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#cc0000;"&gt;cabeça&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;baixa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uma garota&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;sozinha&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;caminha pela rua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Um livro preso ao braço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Os&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;soltos ao ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seu coração não está com ela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Está&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;vagando&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;pela noite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorrindo, vivendo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enquanto&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;ela&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;se pergunta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"por onde será que&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;anda&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;esse meu&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;insensato coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #ff6666;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6314371309200544102-8600495348022176703?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/8600495348022176703/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=8600495348022176703&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/8600495348022176703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/8600495348022176703'/><link rel='alternate' 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celular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #ff6666; font-weight: bold;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cansada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #ff6666; font-weight: bold;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cansada de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #ff6666; font-weight: bold;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #ff6666; font-weight: bold;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #ff6666; font-weight: bold;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #ff6666; font-weight: bold;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Assim se resume o meu EU*&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/6314371309200544102-2791356273174483286?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/2791356273174483286/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=2791356273174483286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/2791356273174483286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/2791356273174483286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2011/06/saudade.html' title=''/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-5007970142149949523</id><published>2011-06-01T06:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T06:25:15.967-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;O amor é uma barreira dificil de atravessar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;mas quando conseguimos ultrapassá-la percebemos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;que o dificil mesmo é voltar atras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-5007970142149949523?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/5007970142149949523/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=5007970142149949523&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/5007970142149949523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/5007970142149949523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-2162981314057033925</id><published>2011-05-29T15:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T15:49:27.993-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pouco a pouco eu vou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Perdendo minha paciencia com a vida que passa lentamente&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;enquanto eu folheio paginas antigas de um velho diário...&lt;/i&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/6314371309200544102-2162981314057033925?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/2162981314057033925/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=2162981314057033925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/2162981314057033925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/2162981314057033925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2011/05/pouco-pouco-eu-vou.html' title='Pouco a pouco eu vou...'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-4785003798299574764</id><published>2011-05-07T21:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T21:43:34.351-03:00</updated><title type='text'>.:ANEURISMA:.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;De repente;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;como num aneurisma,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Uma coisa explode dentro da minha cabeça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt; E eu resolvo que não quero mais viver um dia igual ao outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&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/6314371309200544102-4785003798299574764?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/4785003798299574764/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=4785003798299574764&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/4785003798299574764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/4785003798299574764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2011/05/aneurisma.html' title='.:ANEURISMA:.'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-8298351335434343384</id><published>2011-04-04T10:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T10:11:48.449-03:00</updated><title type='text'>perfeição??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Não sou uma garota perfeita, nem tenho a pretenção de ser!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Essas  garotinhas perfeitas e cheias de limitações me tiram do sério!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Quer queiram ou não, eu sou assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Chata, reclamona, cara de pau, e muitas vezes até indecente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Fazer o que!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-8298351335434343384?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/8298351335434343384/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=8298351335434343384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/8298351335434343384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/8298351335434343384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2011/04/perfeicao.html' title='perfeição??'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-3870139291002351870</id><published>2011-02-12T20:29:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T21:39:17.990-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Imperecível</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Namorado,&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quando vejo seu rosto, uma alegria me invade&lt;br /&gt;e a única coisa que eu consigo pensar &lt;br /&gt;é que apenas com você que eu quero estar;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;É com você que eu quero dividir minhas alegrias&lt;br /&gt;É você que eu quero para me amparar nas minhas tristezas&lt;br /&gt;É você que eu quero para me fazer sorrir, &lt;br /&gt;e é só você que eu quero pra me fazer chorar (XXX)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quando vejo seu rosto, eu só consigo pensar em te fazer feliz;&lt;br /&gt;Só penso em te recompensar com felicidade, toda essa felicidade que você me dá...&lt;br /&gt;Quando vejo seu rosto, eu tenho a certeza que agente se completa e se complementa,&lt;br /&gt;seja nas conversas, seja na cama, ou seja em qualquer lugar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu vejo seu rosto, eu tenho certeza de que o amor existe,&lt;br /&gt;Tenho certeza de borboletas existem, &lt;br /&gt;E tenho certeza de que elas rodopiam no meu estomago &lt;br /&gt;sempre que você está por perto.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cada vez que vejo seu rosto, eu te amo um pouquinho mais,&lt;br /&gt;E esse pouquinho é sempre muito mais do que a primeira vez &lt;br /&gt;Em que vi o seu rosto e descobri que já te amava...&lt;br /&gt;E esses muito "pouquinhos" de amor nunca se esgotam, nunca se acabam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando vejo seu rosto, eu tenho a certeza de que meu amor é&lt;br /&gt;imperecível, imoredoiro, e inesgotável...&lt;br /&gt;Assim como as nossas conversas, nosso sexo, nossos beijos e abraços...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando vejo seu rosto, &lt;br /&gt;Eu só sei te amar, &lt;br /&gt;Te querer, &lt;br /&gt;E sonhar em passar uma vida inteira com você...&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Te amoooooooo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-3870139291002351870?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/3870139291002351870/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=3870139291002351870&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/3870139291002351870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/3870139291002351870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2011/02/imperecivel.html' title='Imperecível'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-878475740412719365</id><published>2010-12-15T21:40:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T21:40:00.332-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Desabafo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu pensei que fosse passar quando eu acordasse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu pensei que haveria alguém aqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ninguém. Ninguém apareceu, ninguém sentiu, ninguém se preocupou, ninguém perguntou. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu estou totalmente sozinha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E agora, mais do que nunca, eu cheguei à conclusão e à certeza de que as minhas amizades, todas elas, são por conveniência. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Vieram a mim e continuam "comigo" simplesmente porque eu poderia trazer-lhes algo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pois bem, como fui tola. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Porque só agora vejo que o fulano é meu amigo porque minhas amigas são bonitas; a sicrana permanece ao meu lado porque há momentos em que precisa de companhia para sair por aí; o beltrano às vezes precisa desabafar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...e, depois de terem seus desejos satisfeitos, puft, somem magicamente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Neste exato momento, em que a Viviane – idiota –ridícula – burra – e - feia não é necessária, todos foram passear, e a imbecil continuou aqui, esperando uma ligação, esperando apenas ouvir um "oi".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cansei. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cansei de vocês, cansei de tudo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cansei de escrever, cansei do blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cansei de ter que ser paciente, cansei de ser ponderada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A partir de agora, fecho o blog e sumo do MSN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pode ser que daqui uma semana, um dia, uma hora eu mude de idéia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mas, agora, eu cansei. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Adeus.&lt;a href="javascript:goToComments("&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-878475740412719365?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/878475740412719365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=878475740412719365&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/878475740412719365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/878475740412719365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2010/12/desabafo.html' title='Desabafo'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-4975976647310184922</id><published>2010-10-02T10:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T10:00:00.750-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartas'/><title type='text'>..::Dont Love Me::..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não me ame... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não tente se aproximar!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não é que eu não te ame...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas por favor, não me ame! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não é que eu queira te ver longe,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas não venha navegar em meus sentimentos.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu te amo... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sim de verdade!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que sinto por você não tem tamanho &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas não te quero aqui ao meu lado; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você é meu mundo, meu tudo e minha vida, mas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não quero que me ame... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que é pra eu não ter que te amar ainda mais...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem você eu nada seria, nesse caso sei que nada sou… &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meus sentimentos são todos para você,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você é tudo que sou… &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas não venha até mim!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faça o que digo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siga em frente e não me ame;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque eu sou como o mar: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou imensa, sedutora e tranqüilizante, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas ao mesmo tempo sou prepotente, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;inconstante e imprevisível &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu te amo demais, mas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por favor, não me ame... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu te amo também! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas não quero que você se afogue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;em meu sentimento... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então não me ame...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/6314371309200544102-4975976647310184922?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/4975976647310184922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=4975976647310184922&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/4975976647310184922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/4975976647310184922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2008/10/don-love-me.html' title='..::Dont Love Me::..'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-4683520332435572029</id><published>2010-06-12T12:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T12:25:41.324-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu poderia dizer que você é tudo pra mim;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poderia dizer, que ter você como mãe é simplesmente o presente mais maravilhoso que Deus poderia me dar;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poderia dizer também que não há amor maior no mundo do que o que eu sinto por você;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu poderia escrever cartas quilométricas, com extensos "eu te amos", &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poderia, dizer a cada milésimo de segundo o quanto você é importante pra mim,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poderia fazer uma canção com o seu nome;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poderia até cantá-la, com essa minha voz desafinada; Em demonstração de meu amor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas todas as coisas que eu poderia fazer, para dizer o quanto você é importante pra mim, não conseguiria traduzir o tamanho do meu sentimento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque você é única, é especial, é definitivamente a minha maior razão para viver..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É você o meu maior exemplo de vida, e ainda que eu passasse horas e horas aki, jamais conseguiria explicar toda a extensidão do meu amor..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu amor por você é enorme, tão grande que quase não cabe no peito...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tão grande, que só me permite sentir... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E amá-la... ♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te amo d+&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-4683520332435572029?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/4683520332435572029/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=4683520332435572029&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/4683520332435572029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/4683520332435572029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2010/06/mommy.html' title='Mommy'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-4418210738112974178</id><published>2010-06-03T17:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T17:23:44.881-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I want say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nós ja estamos há quase&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;um ano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;juntos e tem tanta coisa que eu queria te dizer,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tanta coisa que eu gostaria que &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; soubesse...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;É tanto&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sentimento guardado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;que nem em mais dez meses eu conseguiria traduzir em palavras...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas eu quero q você saiba...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que todas as noites quando vou dormir, eu agradeço a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; por ter me dado alguém tão importante assim na minha vida;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que esses&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;onze meses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; só me deixaram cada dia mais &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;apaixonada por você&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que cada pequeno instante ao seu lado é tão perfeito, que quando não te vejo me sinto&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;incompleta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que quando nos despedimos já me bate uma&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saudaaadee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; enorme&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que seus olhos conseguem me deixar sem palavras;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que &lt;strong&gt;quando&lt;/strong&gt; você fala tudo a minha volta silencia; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que quando ouço a sua voz meu &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;coração &lt;/span&gt;acelera;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que quando me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;beija&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; meu corpo estremece;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que você me surpreende e sempre consegue me deixar atônita;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que quando você me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;abraça&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;, as lágrimas são esquecidas;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que quando eu me aconchego em seus braços o medo do futuro fica pra trás &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que você &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sabe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; como me fazer feliz; E sabe como me acalmar;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;E sabe como deixar segura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo que eu quero é que você saiba &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que cada dia ao seu lado só me faz ter a certeza de que&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Eu te quero muito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te quero ao meu lado pra sempre com esse seu jeito que só me faz bem...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero que saiba, também, que eu sou &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;incondicionalmente&lt;/span&gt; apaixonada por você...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E que eu desejo, acima de tudo, que esse &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;sonho&lt;/span&gt; não se acabe jamais...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;TE ADORO, MUITO. MUITO. MUITÃO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-4418210738112974178?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/4418210738112974178/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=4418210738112974178&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/4418210738112974178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/4418210738112974178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-want-say.html' title='I want say...'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-4520771759767787915</id><published>2010-05-09T21:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T21:16:52.057-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensando em...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderela compulsiva'/><title type='text'>I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Eu sou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;A garota querida, a amiga que vc escolheu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Eu sou a menina escondida no fundo dos seus olhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Sou quem fala demais, quem você não quer amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Sou quem ri por pouco, Que passa raiva sem saber , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Sou quem chora sem motivo, que tem opinião mesmo sem entender,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Sou a garota que é fragil por fora, mas por dentro é um leão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;A garota que olha a sua volta e nunca consegue entender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;A&amp;nbsp;garota que olha pro lado e se perde, assim... “sem querer”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Sou a garota que gosta de poucos, que odeia muitos, que detesta meio termo,que fala palavrão, que odeia falsidade e que ama o amor de montão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Sou a garota que nunca sabe o que quer, que não sabe mentir, que se auto-intitula como louca, que está sempre “por aí”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Sou a garota anti-social, a garota que te faz mal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;A garota que só quer viver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-4520771759767787915?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/4520771759767787915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=4520771759767787915&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/4520771759767787915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/4520771759767787915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am.html' title='I am'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-6172479349858348950</id><published>2010-05-01T17:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T17:36:41.588-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensando em...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderela compulsiva'/><title type='text'>♥♥ Vermelho♥♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Vejo a vida em &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;vermelho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Sangue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Viva. &lt;strong&gt;Intensa&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Vermelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; como o &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;vermelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt; quente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Vermelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; da pimenta &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ardente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vermelho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Dedo de moça. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vermelho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Raiva. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Luxúria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; e&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Pecado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Vermelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. das casas que envolvem a Augusta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vermelho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; da cor dos meus sonhos turbulentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Vermelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; da vontade de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;lutar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Vermelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; de &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;De vontade... De amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-6172479349858348950?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/6172479349858348950/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=6172479349858348950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/6172479349858348950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/6172479349858348950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2010/05/vermelho.html' title='♥♥ Vermelho♥♥'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-6767989153926389917</id><published>2010-04-26T15:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T15:03:17.066-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensando em...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartas'/><title type='text'>|♥::Gula::♥|</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sei viver se for só um pouco;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sei amar se não for de&amp;nbsp;corpo inteiro;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sei querer se for só metade...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero-te.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todo. Inteiro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero-te.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e parte a parte.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E quero cada parte que possa te pertencer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"&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/6314371309200544102-6767989153926389917?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/6767989153926389917/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=6767989153926389917&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/6767989153926389917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/6767989153926389917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2010/04/gula.html' title='|♥::Gula::♥|'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-1642634667121840719</id><published>2010-04-23T14:28:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T14:31:25.796-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensando em...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderela compulsiva'/><title type='text'>A dor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;ue dor é essa que me incomoda e atormenta?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;ue dor é essa, que fere a minha alma até fica sangrenta?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;ue dor é essa, que pouco a pouco vai destroçando o meu coração?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;ue dor é essa que me faz chorar, de saudade... de emoção?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ão sei de onde vem, mas aguardo ansiosa, a hora dela passar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;nquanto espero, me contorço sozinha. Muda. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;horando em silencio&amp;nbsp;embaixo do&amp;nbsp;meu edredon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;s minutos vão passanado, lentamente. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;astejando por entre as lágrimas que ja se foram,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;medo me possui &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;"E se ela não passar?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; só agora me dei conta que...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;minha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dor não passa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;la fica pra sempre a me incomodar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;ica na minha memoria, latente até eu me &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;acostumar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-1642634667121840719?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/1642634667121840719/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=1642634667121840719&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/1642634667121840719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/1642634667121840719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2010/04/dor.html' title='A dor'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-8479825975560716258</id><published>2010-04-08T13:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T13:57:35.071-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderela compulsiva'/><title type='text'>Inveja</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daí que ás vezes eu tenho um puco de inveja.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sei que é um sentimento vergonhoso e que eu não deveria nem falar sobre esse sentimento aqui...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas daí que eu também sou mto descarada e assumo meus defeitos sem nem um pingo de culpa nas costas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/S74KYYzUgyI/AAAAAAAABAE/SCTKE4OzfV0/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/S74KYYzUgyI/AAAAAAAABAE/SCTKE4OzfV0/s400/untitled.bmp" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas voltando...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu, as vezes sinto inveja daquelas pessoas auto-suficientes; Sabe aquelas pessoas que não se importam com nada nem ninguém?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois é... é desse tipo de pessoas que eu sinto inveja.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sei lá, é como se a pessoa não precisasse de ninguém além de si mesmo para se satisfazer e ser feliz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É como, se a fragilidade não constasse em seu dicionário e por isso mesmo não se importa nem um pouco em ficar/estar sozinha; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu! é um "não depender de ninguém" pra cá, um "deixa que eu faço sozinha" pra lá e tudo continua ás mil maravilhas!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E é nessas horas que eu digo:&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;"Porra!!! qual é o seu segredo? Você se acha tão boa assim? você não chora á noite quando percebe que a semana se passou e ninguém ligou pra saber como você está, ou se está viva? você se importa&amp;nbsp;com os seus amigos? e com o que eles pensam de você?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pode parecer um ponto ruim, eu sei!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas é exatamente esse ponto que eu mais invejo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é essa fragilidade exacerbada que tenho que eliminar de mim, de forma que as outras&amp;nbsp;pessoas sejam segundo plano e o assunto principal seja eu. Somente eu. Meu mundo, minha vida. eu. Simples assim!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu ja tentei ser uma dessas pessoas individualistas, mas não deu mto certo. afastei pouco a pouco as pessoas a minha volta, fui eliminando-as da minha vida, pensando que estava no caminho certo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas quando toooodos se foram, as lágrimas vieram e novamente estava eu querendo alguém pra conversar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será que pra ser auto-suficiente, tem que fazer pós graduação?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será que algumas pessoas não tem coração? ou será que não tem lágrimas?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será que são tão excluidas, que tiveram que se virar sozinhas?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será que alguem é assim por escolha, ou por falta dela?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-8479825975560716258?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/8479825975560716258/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=8479825975560716258&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/8479825975560716258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/8479825975560716258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2010/04/inveja.html' title='Inveja'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/S74KYYzUgyI/AAAAAAAABAE/SCTKE4OzfV0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-5531646601236457739</id><published>2010-04-06T13:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T12:55:52.654-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensando em...'/><title type='text'>CadErNo CoLoRiDo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://compulsivamentecinderella.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://compulsivamentecinderella.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Sim!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Isso mesmo! mais um blog pra vocês!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;E não. Eu nunca vou me cansar de abrir blogs relativamente frustrados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;E tenho dito!&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/6314371309200544102-5531646601236457739?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/5531646601236457739/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=5531646601236457739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/5531646601236457739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/5531646601236457739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2010/04/caderno-colorido.html' title='CadErNo CoLoRiDo'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-5339756721502014617</id><published>2010-04-04T20:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T17:25:50.949-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensando em...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderela compulsiva'/><title type='text'>Nas margens do rio eu sentei e chorei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Nas margens do rio, eu sentei e chorei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Chorei, distante e sozinha de tudo que talvez pudesse me acalentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Chorei sem pensar, apenas a sentir tudo o que a vida não&amp;nbsp; conseguiu suprir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E então, num momento com este, em que os olhos são só inchaço e o coração despedaçado já consegue respirar melhor; me vem à cabeça diversas palavras que a muito tempo meu coração não conseguiu falar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;As palavras me voltaram&amp;nbsp;à mente, como algo fielmente adestrado, como o filho que volta para os braços de seus pais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Me vieram timidas, sem graça, sem saber se são bem vindas, esperando pelo "pode entrar".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Durante tempos eu sofri, calada, moída de tanto sentimento que não conseguia sair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Sentada nas margens do rio, só pude percber que tudo passa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Passa porque a vida é um eterno ir e vir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas eu sei, todos sabemos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Qu assim como a dor se vai, ela pode voltar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Assim, meio sem querer, querendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-5339756721502014617?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/5339756721502014617/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=5339756721502014617&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/5339756721502014617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/5339756721502014617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2010/04/nas-margens-do-rio-eu-sentei-e-chorei.html' title='Nas margens do rio eu sentei e chorei...'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-7819017352847450654</id><published>2010-03-23T21:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T21:30:07.335-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderela compulsiva'/><title type='text'>Bloqueio mental</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daí que eu tô meio cansada de tudo isso, do blog, do orkut, msn...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nada pessoal, não, é só eu tô desenhando bastante, sei lá... Tô deixando a criatividade aflorar dentro de mim de maneiras diferentes, já que com as palavras não estão mais surtindo efeito nenhum.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todos aqueles que me conhecem sabem bem que quando eu desenho, não escrevo, quando escrevo, não desenho; Não sei explicar porquê, parece que surge um bloqueio mental nessa minha cabecinha oca que não me permite permanecer em mais de um hobby por época...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu to meio parada com essa budega, mas não significa que eu não tenha mais criações, elas apenas tomaram um rumo diferente...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas eu volto, viu!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assim que eu me cansar de desenhar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas enquanto isso vcs podem visitar meus outros blogs... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Serão muito bem vindos!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Até breve!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-7819017352847450654?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/7819017352847450654/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=7819017352847450654&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/7819017352847450654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/7819017352847450654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2010/03/dai-que-eu-to-meio-cansada-de-tudo-isso.html' title='Bloqueio mental'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-1168028861609656802</id><published>2010-03-10T19:12:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T15:00:44.284-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartas'/><title type='text'>dAqUeLaS ImPoSsíVeIs De EnTrEgAr...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Namorado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De tudo o que na minha vida se passou, a única certeza que tenho é que seria incapaz de te esquecer...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sei que poderiam se passar anos e mais anos sem que houvesse o minimo contato entre nós, sem que nos falássemos ou que apenas nos&amp;nbsp;vissemos apenas á distância...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ainda que vc não mais existisse, as muitas lembranças de nós dois seria mais do que constante dentro de mim...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E ali naquele instante em que meus&amp;nbsp;lábios encontraram os seus, senti novamente aquele calor indefinido, aquele nervoso incontido que eu só sinto quando vc está por perto...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Senti também uma confusão incosntante, uma sensação inebriante a me invadir o ser...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E&amp;nbsp;junto com essa sensação, as palavras borbulhavam na minha cabeça "Oque fazer?" " O que&amp;nbsp;falar?" Então eu sorrio pra disfarçar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorrir... Pra disfarçar... Mas no fundo eu sabia que esses risinhos dissimulados só me condenavam ainda mais...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E depois daquele beijo, o mundo se renovou e vida correu novamente pelas minhas veias por alguns intantes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Instantes esses, que foram perfeitos, intocáveis e indestrutiveis; Tão completos como nada mais poderia ser...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E tudo mais que eu sei, é que a vida ficou mais bonita, mais intensa e mais interessante, naquele mesmo instante em que nossos lábios se tocaram num gesto quase intuitivo de não&amp;nbsp;nos decepcionar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O&amp;nbsp;sorriso tomou conta do meu rosto, as bochechas coraram-se e meu coração começou a bater novamente como nunca antes havia acontecido...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E assim a vida me&amp;nbsp;foi concebida novamente, como num conto de fadas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Num lindo conto de fadas onde a vida é dada com um simples toque de lábios...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-1168028861609656802?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/1168028861609656802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=1168028861609656802&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/1168028861609656802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/1168028861609656802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2010/03/daquelas-impossiveis-de-entregar.html' title='dAqUeLaS ImPoSsíVeIs De EnTrEgAr...'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-635693783680919020</id><published>2010-03-09T15:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T16:16:46.351-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderela compulsiva'/><title type='text'>Cinderella em crise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/S5aZRIEtE7I/AAAAAAAAA9A/CksEQ2WN5dg/s1600-h/tristeza.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/S5aZRIEtE7I/AAAAAAAAA9A/CksEQ2WN5dg/s400/tristeza.jpg" vt="true" width="393" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Talvez cada coisa que acontece durante os meus dias contribuam pouco a pouco para a minha loucura;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Talvez o pedaço de carne que tenho no lugar do coração esteja finalmente ansiando por bater novamente;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E eu não estou conseguindo reavaliar meu sentimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas posso descrevê-los isoladamente, como num arco-iris, onde cada cor isolada, contribuem para a formação de um efeito único.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Bom pra falar a verdade, nem assim eu consigo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Parece que os montes e montes de coisas que sinto, desaparecem quando eu começo a descrevê - los, a assim fica apenas um vazio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Talvez seja esse o resumo de tanta coisa, talvez eu me sinta num vazio profundo onde nada é permitido álém de chorar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Talvez eu sinta falta da barulheira gostosa que estar entre amigos nos traz;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Talvez eu anseie por tranquilidade, não essa traquilidade corrosiva e agustiante e sim aquela tranquilidade aconchegante e quentinha como colo de mãe;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Talvez eu sinta falta do verdadeiro colo de mãe, de um lugarzinho bom onde o tempo não passa eu que eu nunca&amp;nbsp; me canso;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Talvez eu sinta muito com a ausencia de momentos bons o bastante para que eu possa sorrir, aliás a quanto tempo eu não sei o que é sorrir sem medo??&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu sinta falta de sorrisos e afagos, de carinho de verdade, sabe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Com certeza eu sinto falta de me sentir querida, de ouvir que sou importante, de palavras de amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Talvez eu sinta falta de alguém que dê o melhor de si, de alguém que faça eu dar o meu melhor também, de alguém que diga que tudo acabará bem;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Sinto falta de amor, de amar, de mandar cartas, de fazer loucuras ou simplesmente dizer que ama incondicionalmente, de fazer loucuras ou de simplesmente deizer que ama;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Sinto falta das histórias engfraçadas, das crises de ciumes, dos beijos escndidos, da vontade que todos saibam do abraço seguro, da mania de conversar com os olhos, do toque aveludado;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Sinto falta do brilho nos olhos, das borboletas que rodopiavam em meu estomago, do beijo quente irrsitivel e sedutor que eu costumava ter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Sinto falta de um coração pulsando, de me sentir viva e de ter todos os pedaços do meu corpo contribuindo para um único sentimento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;... O Amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-635693783680919020?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/635693783680919020/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=635693783680919020&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/635693783680919020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/635693783680919020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2010/03/cinderella-em-crise.html' title='Cinderella em crise.'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/S5aZRIEtE7I/AAAAAAAAA9A/CksEQ2WN5dg/s72-c/tristeza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-3159685621067899100</id><published>2010-03-08T16:40:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T17:05:38.040-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contos'/><title type='text'>Diálogos do fim</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoBodyText2"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; O que está acontecendo conosco? Porque isso tudo está acontecendo ao meu redor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em que você acha que devo confiar? Estou pensando em mim!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Você sabe que eu nunca machucaria você. O que eu devo fazer?&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: PT;font-family:'Trebuchet MS', 'sans-serif';color:black;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Não me impedir de partir.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Não te impedirei...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[respiração pesada]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;se é a sua escolha, vá!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[vira as costas para ela]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Então eu irei embora. Até logo....&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[levanta, pega suas coisas,pára por um momento, pensa e se decide]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;Tchau&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[vira as costas,dá um passo]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Espera&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.[olhos baixos]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[se vira, vai até ele]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;Fala.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ele:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Eu vou sentir a sua falta.Por que você tem que ir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[respira fundo.paciêcia.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu tambem sentirei sua falta, porque eu t....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoBodyText" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', 'sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[explode.grita]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Não fala que você me ama!! Nem que vai sentir minha falta!! Porque&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoBodyText" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', 'sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;você sabe que não vai!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;[olhos baixos, voz baixa]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; vou sim...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: PT;font-family:'Trebuchet MS', 'sans-serif';color:black;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;NÃO! VOCÊ NÃO VAI! A&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ÚNICA PESSOA QUE IRÁ SENTIR FALTA AQUI SOU &lt;u&gt;EU!!&lt;/u&gt; OUVIU BEM?? SÓ &lt;u&gt;EU&lt;/u&gt; SENTIREI FALTA DE NÓS DOIS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;[se irrita,respira fundo]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;Eu TAMBEM sentirei sua falta, eu pois EU te amo muito só que estou enlouquecendo com tudo isso... preciso de um tempo...mas acima de tudo, eu te amo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: PT;font-family:'Trebuchet MS', 'sans-serif';color:black;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Se você me ama, então porque vai?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[cabeça baixa. Vontade de chorar]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; Eu tenho que seguir adiante e ser quem eu sou. Eu&lt;/b&gt; [respira]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não quero mais fazer parte disso, espero que você entenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Eu estou tentando entender,mas é difícil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Eu tenho que me encontrar em algum lugar; algum dia, nos encontraremos, mas por enquanto... é melhor eu seguir sozinha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Eu quero que você fique!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Eu quero ficar com você tambem, mas preciso seguir meu próprio caminho. Vamos esperar um tempo (muito) tempo e ver onde esses caminhos nos levam...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[irritado]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Já sei, você quer respirar aliviada, caminhar com as suas próprias pernas...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: PT;font-family:'Trebuchet MS', 'sans-serif';color:black;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Se você jà sabe, porque ainda insiste para que eu fique?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: PT;font-family:'Trebuchet MS', 'sans-serif';color:black;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Porque eu preciso de você...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Eu tambem preciso de você... mas...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[pensa: deixa pra lá]&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ele:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[silêncio]&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoBodyText" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ... &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;color:#999999;" &gt;[silêncio]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[quebra o silêncio, resolve falar]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; Mas... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;[olha para ele confusa]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; Mas o que? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: PT;font-family:'Trebuchet MS', 'sans-serif';color:black;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Continua. Tô ouvindo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: PT;font-family:'Trebuchet MS', 'sans-serif';color:black;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas não posso ficar. E eu não quero mais depender de você para viver.Tenho que aprender a ser feliz e...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ele:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; [interrompe]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Então eu não te faço feliz?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[silêncio sem resposta]&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: PT;font-family:'Trebuchet MS', 'sans-serif';color:black;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu te amo...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu tambem te amo... Mas... Adeus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[respira fundo e sai]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Trebuchet MS', 'sans-serif'; mso-bidi-: PTfont-family:'Arial Unicode MS';color:black;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', 'sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-3159685621067899100?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/3159685621067899100/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=3159685621067899100&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/3159685621067899100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/3159685621067899100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2010/03/dialogos-do-fim.html' title='Diálogos do fim'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-7215203729513824042</id><published>2010-03-06T13:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T13:35:38.003-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensando em...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Já conheci muita gente, me apaixonei por alguns garotos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas depois de você, o outros são os outros. E só."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kid Abelha - Os outros&lt;/em&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/6314371309200544102-7215203729513824042?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/7215203729513824042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=7215203729513824042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/7215203729513824042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Namorado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eu preciso dizer que eu te adoro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Que você é de extrema importancia para mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tudo isso, porque você faz com que eu me sinta bem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Faz com que eu me sinta nas alturas, estar com você hoje, já é mais do que eu imaginava e ficar com você durante todo esse tempo então...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;É surreal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A cada dia, os pensamentos que eu tinha sobre você vão se modificando mais e mais, fazendo com que eu goste cada vez mais de você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Obrigada por ter aguentado por tanto tempo, essa garota que é isuportavelmente chata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Simplesmente obrigada por estar comigo e me fazer uma garota mais feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Um beijo. outro. e mais outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-2997157993238193704?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/2997157993238193704/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-1123450309412249209</id><published>2010-03-02T14:46:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:55:46.701-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensando em...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderela compulsiva'/><title type='text'>Leave Out The Rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/S41Qzzrf6sI/AAAAAAAAA6w/EaAQRDccvuw/s1600-h/21.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 357px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444096375537003202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/S41Qzzrf6sI/AAAAAAAAA6w/EaAQRDccvuw/s400/21.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eu não quero mais guardar sentimentos ruins comigo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;mas não quero sair por aí espalhando todos os meus medo e frustrações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mas independente do que aconteça e do que eu quiser, ao menos uma coisa é certa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;É certo que ao menos já descobri o quão dolorosa é a solidão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-1123450309412249209?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/1123450309412249209/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=1123450309412249209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/1123450309412249209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/1123450309412249209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2010/03/leave-out-rest.html' title='Leave Out The Rest'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/S41Qzzrf6sI/AAAAAAAAA6w/EaAQRDccvuw/s72-c/21.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-8023185841169078713</id><published>2009-12-18T18:20:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:55:31.403-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contos'/><title type='text'>Escravo da desilusão.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;"Acordo de repente sobressaltado como quem acorda de um pesadelo;&lt;br /&gt;Acordo e sento- me na cama como quem dorme demais e está atrasado pra partir...&lt;br /&gt;As mãos trêmulas vão aos olhos numa tentativa semi frustrada de desembaçar a visão ainda sonolenta e sonhadora.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto um calafrio a percorre-me a espinha uma sensção de perda me invade o ser; Olho á minha volta á procura de vestígios e constatações observo tudo, minuciosamente como alguém que quer muito encontrar um erro...&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo esta exatamente igual...&lt;br /&gt;O abajur de luz muito fraca, o guarda roupas abarrotado de lembranças, a mesa bem próxima à janela com algumas garrafas vazias,a adeira muito próxima à cama onde uma vitrola toca sem parar, o mesmo disco do Jhonny Rivers, tudo está exatamente igual, inclusive as bitucas do meu cigarro que sem cerimônia alguma foram jogadas ao chão...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo igual...&lt;br /&gt;Até eu ver na parede um retrato de nós dois juntos, abraçados e unidos como se nada pudesse nos atingir...&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração acelera, num sinal quase inconsciente para só assim eu conseguir entender...&lt;br /&gt;Você se foi...&lt;br /&gt;Me deixaste durante a noite vazia e profunda, sumiste pela porta, sorrateira e silenciosa, partindo sem nem ao menos dizer adeus...&lt;br /&gt;Oh mulher maldita, porque fizeste isso comigo?&lt;br /&gt;Porque partiste durante a noite passada?&lt;br /&gt;Ou seria na retrasada? Ou será que partiste na semana passada??&lt;br /&gt;É aqui que uma dúvida cruel vem me invadir o ser...&lt;br /&gt;As tantas garrafas embaixo da cama e as manchas de bebida no assoalho de madeira indicam descaso, indicam também que o tempo passou lentamente; As semanas se passaram tão lentamente que não as vi passar...&lt;br /&gt;Agora só me resta a pergunta: Por quanto tempo mais devo esperar?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ele rabiscou essas palavras em seu caderno de anotações, rabiscou cada palavra tão rapidamente que suas letras garranchosas ninguém leria;&lt;br /&gt;Ele não sabia que dia era, será quarta ou sexta e não saberia nem se era noite lá fora, se não fosse pela pequena brecha da janela onde se permitia adentrar luz...&lt;br /&gt;Mas ela também não se importava com isso...&lt;br /&gt;Agora que sua última garrafa chegara ao fim ele só se importava em se certificar de que ainda vivia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para logo após desejar a morte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-8023185841169078713?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/8023185841169078713/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=8023185841169078713&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/8023185841169078713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/8023185841169078713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/12/escravo-da-desilusao.html' title='Escravo da desilusão.'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-4103261523563006555</id><published>2009-11-26T16:01:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:55:21.040-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderela compulsiva'/><title type='text'>Cinderella Venenosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/Sw7I27AkQ1I/AAAAAAAAA18/irh7uWJJsSg/s1600/uma_dose_veneno.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 362px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408481048397103954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/Sw7I27AkQ1I/AAAAAAAAA18/irh7uWJJsSg/s400/uma_dose_veneno.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou docemente amarga e deliberadamente mediocre em meus próprios pensamentos, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas não os troco! De jeito nenhum!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho uma dose suave de veneno que escorre a todo instante pelo canto da boca, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;um veneno amargo que eu também não trocaria pelo mais doce mel...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho uma quantidade quase câncerígena de ódio a farfalhar por entre as palavras que digo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas eu não me importo, pq as pessoas que preciso estão sempre ao meu lado, e me amam (eu acho), seja venenosamente ou não.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sou uma boa garota, eu sei muito bem!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E sei tambem que boas garotas tem apenas coisas boas e isso eu não quero pra mim, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quero apenas aquilo que me instigue a ser melhor, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que me instigue a dar o meu melhor, inclusive na minha maleficencia;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boas garotas tem todos ao seu lado, sempre paparicando e fingindo;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E eu quero apenas pessoas verdadeiras, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;apenas pessoas que me queiram de verdade, com meus defeitos, minhas maldades e inclusive quando eu tenho essas malditas crises de Cinderela compulsivamente delicada...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ps¹. Será que dá pra gritar em público sem parecer tão idiota quanto as pessoas ao seu redor??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ps². E não. sorrir não basta para deixar o dia mais perfeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-4103261523563006555?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/4103261523563006555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=4103261523563006555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/4103261523563006555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/4103261523563006555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/11/cinderella-em-crise.html' title='Cinderella Venenosa'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/Sw7I27AkQ1I/AAAAAAAAA18/irh7uWJJsSg/s72-c/uma_dose_veneno.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-6939419040007638296</id><published>2009-10-05T17:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:55:10.389-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensando em...'/><title type='text'>Anjos = Amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Os anjos estão sempre ao seu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;E geralmente só percebemos sua presença &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;quando deixamos de olhar para nós mesmos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Talvez um anjo habite em sua vida, sereno, tranquilo e silencioso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Tão silencioso que você não o vê...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Mas ele está aí, sempre será seu anjo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Mas somente enquanto você permitir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Anjos têm o dom de estar com seu protegido sempre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Mesmo quando não está por perto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Mesmo quando não está vendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;E mesmo que ele não esteja perto, saiba que ele sempre estará lá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Onde você estiver, ele sempre vai estar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Independente da dificuldade da hora e do lugar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Independente do momento, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Ele está com você, Nem que seja em pensamento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Mas se um dia você olhar para o lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;E seu anjo não encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;lembre-se que os anjos também tem asas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Os anjo também querem passear!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Mas por mais que ele passeie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Por mais que demore a voltar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Com você ele ainda está.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;E saiba que mesmo que ele voe pra longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Com suas grandes e brancas asas ele sempre voltará...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-6939419040007638296?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/6939419040007638296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=6939419040007638296&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/6939419040007638296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/6939419040007638296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/10/anjos-amigos.html' title='Anjos = Amigos'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-5007568629195539705</id><published>2009-10-02T18:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T18:32:54.422-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não quero falar nada...</title><content type='html'>Então eu prefiro cantarolar essa música beeem alto.&lt;br /&gt;Pq ela simplesmente já é tudo que eu gostaria de dizer...&lt;br /&gt;E o que eu sinto vai além de qualquer palavra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M7wn9vGZ_8Q"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M7wn9vGZ_8Q&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-5007568629195539705?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/5007568629195539705/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=5007568629195539705&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/5007568629195539705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/5007568629195539705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/10/nao-quero-falar-nada.html' title='Não quero falar nada...'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-8588628006520482144</id><published>2009-09-28T17:57:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:54:46.535-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartas'/><title type='text'>São tantas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/Sr02FMyyJbI/AAAAAAAAA00/EUBs5oHRTnk/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385520192366454194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/Sr02FMyyJbI/AAAAAAAAA00/EUBs5oHRTnk/s320/heart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;São tantas as coisas que eu gostaria de dizer,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tantas são as palavras que que eu queria falar, mesmo sem poder...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;São tantas as histórias que eu queria te contar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E tantos são os segredo que eu queria te revelar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tantos são so lindos caminhos que em sonhos, seguro a sua mão,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E mais lindos ainda são os sonhos que me fazem tremer de emoção...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;São tantos os "contos e causos" que te fariam rir,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E tantos são os lugares que com você, eu gostaria de ir...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu queria muito viver com você por dias e mais dias,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dividir com você toda a minha alegria...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tanto eu queria te levar pela mão,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E revelar pra você tudo o há no meu coração...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;São tantos os abraços que eu poderia te dar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E duplicados seriam os beijos que eu te daria se você se permitisse me amar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No final, mesmo que se acabem os beijos e abraços, que os desejos não existam mais,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não me arrependerei um só segundo de tudo o que ficou para trás...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu muito desejo, acima, que tenhas me amado,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pelo menos por um segundo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque eu te amei...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E fui feliz...&lt;/em&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/6314371309200544102-8588628006520482144?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/8588628006520482144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=8588628006520482144&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/8588628006520482144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/8588628006520482144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/09/sao-tantas.html' title='São tantas...'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/Sr02FMyyJbI/AAAAAAAAA00/EUBs5oHRTnk/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-4016964743641714825</id><published>2009-09-25T17:26:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:54:31.496-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensando em...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderela compulsiva'/><title type='text'>Insistindo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Estava&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;em&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;casa... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Parada...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pensando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Resolvi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;escrever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Resolvi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;escrever&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;contar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ainda te amo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; te &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;esqueci...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Escrevo &lt;/span&gt;para dizer&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;que essa&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;distância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; não &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;conseguiu&lt;/span&gt; apagar esse &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sentimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;em mim&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pelo&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;contrário!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Ela só conseguiu &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;te cravar&lt;/span&gt; ainda mais&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dentro de mim&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Escrevo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; para finalmente &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;desabafar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o que a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;covardia&lt;/span&gt; não me deixou &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dizer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escrevo para te &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mostrar&lt;/span&gt; o que &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sempre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;quis&lt;/span&gt;, mas por &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;medo&lt;/span&gt; sempre &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;desisisto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para dizer que&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ainda te amo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E por &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mais&lt;/span&gt; que meu &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;corpo&lt;/span&gt; diga &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt;, meu &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;coração&lt;/span&gt; teima...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E é &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;por isso&lt;/span&gt;, que &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ainda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;insisto...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dizer&lt;/span&gt; que&lt;/strong&gt; te amo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Eternamente&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;amo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Te amo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Te amo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Te amo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-4016964743641714825?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/4016964743641714825/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=4016964743641714825&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/4016964743641714825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/4016964743641714825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/09/insistindo.html' title='Insistindo'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-8389503137653406590</id><published>2009-09-23T17:04:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:54:08.164-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensando em...'/><title type='text'>andei, andei, andei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Aprendi que quando agente não sabe o que fazer, uma boa opção é andar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Andar pra todos os lados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Pra cima...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Pra baixo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Prum lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Pro outro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Tá certo que agente continua sem saber o que fazer, mas em compensação, as pernas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ficam uma beleza! tem que ver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;rsrsrsrssr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Porque nem tudo tem que ser levado tão a sério..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-8389503137653406590?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-7938403701710303539</id><published>2009-09-10T21:02:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:53:53.068-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderela compulsiva'/><title type='text'>My new Boyfriend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SqmTnm68VBI/AAAAAAAAA0s/UYEWIMxyoZc/s1600-h/coracao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379993538542720018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SqmTnm68VBI/AAAAAAAAA0s/UYEWIMxyoZc/s400/coracao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ele... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ele é simpático &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ele é mais velho que eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ele é bonito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ele é inteligente e parece sempre saber o que quer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ele tem olhos claros &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;e lábios que me fazem desejá-los o tempo inteiro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ele é carinhoso e atencioso Ele faz com que eu me sinta bem... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ele é cavalheiro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;do tipo que manda flores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Que manda bombons e diz que sou linda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ele me sorri e o mundo se abre ao meu redor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Porque quando ele sorri a alegria se irradia de seus lábios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ele se não se emociona facilmente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mas sabe como me emocionar&lt;br /&gt;Ele é sincero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;E sabe sempre o que dizer e sabe sempre a hora de calar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ele chegou numa hora em que eu não mais precisava &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mas chegou de repente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;causando em meu coração um grande confusão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;confundiu o mundo á minha volta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;E confundiu também o meu coração... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Não o conheço muito bem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;mas já posso dizer que já mora em meu coraçao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;não nos conhecemos muito bem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mas sinto como se fossemos feitos um para o outro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Porque ele me compreende, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ele sabe tudo sobre minhas dores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;E deseja alivia-las... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ele tomou conta de tudo dentro de mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Como se sempre estivesse ali... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ele é lindo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ele é perfeito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ele é simplesmente... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Meu novo namorado... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-7938403701710303539?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/7938403701710303539/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=7938403701710303539&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/7938403701710303539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/7938403701710303539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-new-boyfriend.html' title='My new Boyfriend.'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SqmTnm68VBI/AAAAAAAAA0s/UYEWIMxyoZc/s72-c/coracao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-2584470432837836671</id><published>2009-08-31T17:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:53:36.472-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fato real'/><title type='text'>O vilão</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Noite maldita!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tô quebradona, dormi muitissimo mal...&lt;br /&gt;parece que um rolo compressor passou por cima de mim&lt;br /&gt;e logo depois uns dez elefantes pisotearam meus insignificantes restos mortais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hã! antes fosse!&lt;br /&gt;pelo menos eu não teria mais um osso inteiro dentro de mim e nesse exato momento eu não estaria com essa terrível dor nos OSSOS que restaram...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes fosse que eu tivesse sido pisoteada por elefantes, esmagada por rolos compressores de dois mil quilos, jogada do alto de um prédio ou até mesmo feito duas horas de academia sem descanço...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas ledo engano...&lt;br /&gt;Foi algo pior e mais fatal que tudo isso junto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O vilão dessa história foi o meu maldito travasseiro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bosta!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tenho que comprar um travesseiro novo, aliás, um trvavesseiro novo não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tenho que comprar é uma esqueleto novo, porque essa carcaça aqui já tá no fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;affmaria!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-2584470432837836671?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/2584470432837836671/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=2584470432837836671&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/2584470432837836671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/2584470432837836671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-vilao.html' title='O vilão'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-8224809962721846613</id><published>2009-08-29T16:11:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T18:39:06.655-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderela compulsiva'/><title type='text'>Conto de Farsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O2vbujolw0/SOEvlyitiTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/brePzyLdzq8/s1600-h/CINDERELLA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251530966759737650" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O2vbujolw0/SOEvlyitiTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/brePzyLdzq8/s320/CINDERELLA.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando eu finalmente consegui amar,&lt;br /&gt;Quando achei que seria pra sempre,&lt;br /&gt;Quando acreditei que era real,&lt;br /&gt;e enfrentei o mundo todo pra te seguir e&lt;br /&gt;conseguir ser feliz...&lt;br /&gt;Foi então que aconteceu...&lt;br /&gt;Acabou. mais uma vez acabou...&lt;br /&gt;Numa noite qualquer eu acordo sonolenta&lt;br /&gt;ouvindo de sua boca tudo aquilo que um dia eu temi...&lt;br /&gt;me enganou, me traiu, fingiu que eu fosse capaz de suportar... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas não sou...&lt;br /&gt;Durante muito tempo carreguei a dor da culpa,&lt;br /&gt;por enfrentar todos aqueles que me queriam bem...&lt;br /&gt;E de repente,&lt;br /&gt;Como num conto de fadas ás avessas,&lt;br /&gt;você vem me dizendo que não quer mais... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiquei atonita, fiquei ferida...&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei como eu nunca quis estar...&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei magoada, como nunca pensei que ficaria;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei magoada como nunca pensei em magoar alguém...&lt;br /&gt;em pensar que tudo isso aconteceu de repente... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em pensar que foi numa noite qualquer, que acordei sonolenta &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ouvindo de sua boca tudo aquilo que um dia eu temi... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em pensar que tudo aconteceu enquanto eu dormia...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;E sonhava com você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-8224809962721846613?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/8224809962721846613/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=8224809962721846613&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/8224809962721846613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/8224809962721846613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2008/09/conto-de-farsa.html' title='Conto de Farsa'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O2vbujolw0/SOEvlyitiTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/brePzyLdzq8/s72-c/CINDERELLA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-3788997382112639567</id><published>2009-08-27T17:11:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:53:04.243-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderela compulsiva'/><title type='text'>Síndrome da Cinderela Compulsiva</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Era uma vez um dia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Em que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu amei um homem, que era especial&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas que no final não foi homem nem pra me dizer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que já não aguentava mais a nossa relação... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;preferiu trair e mentir e me enganar... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas isso foi até bom!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois descobri que... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Homem é homem em qualquer lugar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não importa o quão bom ele possa parecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251543417266735778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1O2vbujolw0/SOE66gS5iqI/AAAAAAAAABk/yqVhFLmPXoY/s320/emo015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-3788997382112639567?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1O2vbujolw0/SOE66gS5iqI/AAAAAAAAABk/yqVhFLmPXoY/s72-c/emo015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-7207093560752377089</id><published>2009-08-26T15:11:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:52:40.330-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderela compulsiva'/><title type='text'>ELA por ELA mesma...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uma garota complicada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Teimosa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cheia de manias, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mania de limpeza, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mania de perseguição, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mania de chorar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já traiu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já foi traída, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perdoôu e não se arrependeu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já perdeu alguém que amava &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E já a reconquistou, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já ficou pulando de galho em galho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já achou que era pra sempre, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já iludiu e foi iludida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já quis morrer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já ficou doente a ponto de querer viver, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já fez sexo só por fazer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas atualmente faz MUITO sexo com MUITO amor... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já usou e foi usada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já bebeu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já carregou, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já fingiu queera santa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já pecou até demais, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aliás! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pecou coisissima nenhuma! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aproveitou a vida... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;isso sim! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ah! e não se encante por mim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;afinal já sou comprometida! rsrsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372509166944861810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/So78n2BHPnI/AAAAAAAAA0k/4ErCCcwCkhM/s400/stars.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-7207093560752377089?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/7207093560752377089/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=7207093560752377089&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/7207093560752377089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/7207093560752377089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2008/09/ele-por-ele.html' title='ELA por ELA mesma...'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/So78n2BHPnI/AAAAAAAAA0k/4ErCCcwCkhM/s72-c/stars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-1312967253162354126</id><published>2009-08-24T18:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:52:27.783-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fato real'/><title type='text'>O tumor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Dái que eu prometi pra mim mesma que não falaria sobre meu problema...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Tá bom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Só que TODOS sabem que eu não posso prometer nada pra ninguém, nem pra MIM mesma!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Só que agora eu prometo &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(de novo)&lt;/span&gt; que não vou mais falar nesse blog aki...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Então quer saber da desgraça alheia ou só da minha vida pessoal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;clicaqui ó:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.palapalatino.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.palapalatino.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Não quero falar de doença aqui nesse blog, porque minha idéia inicial quando o criei era de palavras bonitas tanto de amor quanto de ódio ou dor, mas não de dor fisica, e sim de dor sentimental. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Além do mais, descobri que misturar poesia/palavras bonitas com saúde/ou doença não é legal, por mais que corpo, mente e espirito estejam interligados um ao outro, eles não combinam, são feitos de matérias diferentes e por esse mesmo motivo falarei sobre eles em blogs diferentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Não precisa ir lá no outro blog, ler ou comentar, até porque eu só o fiz para aquelas horas de extrema urgência, para aquelas horas em que eu não conseguir mais ignorar os meus problemas e estiver estiver tão em público que eu não consiga gritar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;E tenho dito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;até.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-1312967253162354126?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/1312967253162354126/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=1312967253162354126&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/1312967253162354126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/1312967253162354126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-tumor-part-two.html' title='O tumor'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-7589252494085142511</id><published>2009-08-17T15:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:52:10.732-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contos'/><title type='text'>Núpcias - Parte final</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele a olhou aturdido, com seu corpo ainda desperto e seu membro ainda aceso; o frio lhe correu a espinha, sabia que não poderia fugir daquela mira, estava impotente e sabia que ia morrer; fechou os olhos implorando a Deus uma saída...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ainda com os olhos fechados, ouviu um estampido que poderia soar fatalmente se ele não abrisse os olhos a tempo de vê-la cair ao chão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As lágrimas irromperam de sua face, andou de um lado a outro sem saber o que fazer e encontrou no banheiro um papel marcado de batom, onde havia escrito:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Não poderia mata-lo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fui contratada para isso,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas não posso!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prefiro morrer a ter que mata-lo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afinal, o amo..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela estava morta, ele não conseguia acreditar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enquanto chorava, ele pensava que estava ali ao chão a única mulher que ele foi capaz de amar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deitou-se ao lado dela, olhando-a e desejando estar com ela para sempre, como eles haviam jurado horas antes diante de um padre e de uma igreja cheia de convidados...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele só queria estar com ela...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E fez com que o estrondo, que saia da arma silenciasse a sua dor para sempre....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Leia também:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/04/nupcias-parte-1.html"&gt;Núpcias - parte 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/07/nupcias-parte-2.html"&gt;Núpcias - parte 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-7589252494085142511?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/7589252494085142511/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=7589252494085142511&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/7589252494085142511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/7589252494085142511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/08/nupcias-parte-final.html' title='Núpcias - Parte final'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-6525060698270622588</id><published>2009-08-15T15:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:51:48.948-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderela compulsiva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fato real'/><title type='text'>...No Family...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/Sob5Ywbmj2I/AAAAAAAAA0c/DR4vwyvhsNg/s1600-h/the+addams+family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370253809398746978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/Sob5Ywbmj2I/AAAAAAAAA0c/DR4vwyvhsNg/s320/the+addams+family.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Já faz muito tempo em que deixei de acreditar em familia.&lt;br /&gt;Ou melhor, na instituição familia, sabe aquela coisa de mamãe, papai e filhinhos, todos juntos e felizes? Pois é, é nesse tipo de coisa que eu não consigo botar fé;&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo ver futuro nenhum numa familia onde se tem como lider uma figura masculina, um pai de familia que protege esposa e filhos...&lt;br /&gt;Quando imagino essa cena, logo ela é substituida pela imagem de um homem bebado, que enche a cara todos os dias e volta pra casa doidinho pra atormentar a familia...&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo imaginar nada menos do que um homem medonho, que não tem respeito por nada nem ninguém, nem por si próprio; um cara que ao invés de proteger suas filhas, prefere ameaçá-las xingá-las e humilhá-las...&lt;br /&gt;E é isso o que eu aturo. é isso o que eu tenho aguentado ano após ano vividos em "familia"; juro que não conheço o motivo de tamanho amargor, tanto ódio, tantas palavras amaldiçoadas direcionadas a nós (filhas) só sei que de nada temos culpa e que nós somos as principais prejudicadas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sei também que não sou vadia, nem vagabunda, não sou drogada, nem dou o rabo pra todos, não saio por aí á procura de homens, nem sou namorada da minha melhor amiga, e se não consigo um emprego é porque não me aceitam e não porque não quero como ele diz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu tento ignorar cada palavra que ele ousa falar. Juro que tento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas é muito complicado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele simplesmente sabe como magoar alguém.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E tudo o que eu sei é que ele jura que um dia vai beber o nosso sangue &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(meu, da minha mãe e das minhas irmãs)&lt;/span&gt;, que vai acabar com a minha raça, que um dia vai me bater tanto, e que posso até chamar meus amigos pra me proteger que nada vai adiantar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não dá pra viver assim!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não dá pra viver tão próximo a alguém tão medíocre, tão cínico, que não dá valor a vida, que não coloca nem a alimentação básica dentro de casa; Isso porque prefere gastar seu dinheiro bebendo, logo que sai do trabalho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Juro que muitas vezes, ajoelhei e implorei a Deus para que Ele não o deixasse voltar pra casa, muitas vezes pedi que Ele o levasse para junto D'ele...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas ele sempre volta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E é sempre igual...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps. esse texto era pra eu ter postado no dia dos pais, mas eu estava sem tempo e consegui fazer isso hoje... pois é, pelo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2008/08/eu-e-meus-sentimentos-aleatrios.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;segundo ano consecutivo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; será um texto desse tipo a minha homenagem de dia dos pais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-6525060698270622588?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/6525060698270622588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=6525060698270622588&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/6525060698270622588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/6525060698270622588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-family.html' title='...No Family...'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/Sob5Ywbmj2I/AAAAAAAAA0c/DR4vwyvhsNg/s72-c/the+addams+family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-4520859688440581209</id><published>2009-08-13T18:58:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:51:27.495-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderela compulsiva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fato real'/><title type='text'>Orkut.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorte de hoje: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se você obedecer todas as regras, vai perder toda a diversão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;háháháhá!! até que enfim!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pelo &lt;/em&gt;menos a &lt;em&gt;internet &lt;/em&gt;está a meu favor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Adorei. Vou aprontar todas essa noite se alguém reclamar a culpa é do orkut, que resolveu dar asas a cobra....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Agora com licença que vou sair por aí errando, ops! me divertindo, antes que mudem a minha &lt;strong&gt;"sorte de hoje"&lt;/strong&gt; e resolvam cortas as asas da cobrinha aki...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;bjo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-4520859688440581209?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/4520859688440581209/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=4520859688440581209&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/4520859688440581209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/4520859688440581209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/08/orkut.html' title='Orkut.'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-6002544836282203090</id><published>2009-08-05T19:05:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:51:14.069-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensando em...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fato real'/><title type='text'>PRA NÃO ESQUECER...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SnoD03STMwI/AAAAAAAAA0E/gYg-4oqMpE8/s1600-h/pora01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366606112694153986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SnoD03STMwI/AAAAAAAAA0E/gYg-4oqMpE8/s400/pora01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SnoD0b2S-DI/AAAAAAAAAz0/2CaXgmiQZxY/s1600-h/pora02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366606105328941106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SnoD0b2S-DI/AAAAAAAAAz0/2CaXgmiQZxY/s400/pora02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SnoDzw8FHaI/AAAAAAAAAzs/Jc_asohzXlM/s1600-h/pora06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366606093810474402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SnoDzw8FHaI/AAAAAAAAAzs/Jc_asohzXlM/s400/pora06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SnoDz2xVyrI/AAAAAAAAAzk/IFNeW3TghVw/s1600-h/pora07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366606095376042674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SnoDz2xVyrI/AAAAAAAAAzk/IFNeW3TghVw/s400/pora07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SnoChw3rVwI/AAAAAAAAAzc/nppBEoZcemM/s1600-h/pora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366604685042734850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SnoChw3rVwI/AAAAAAAAAzc/nppBEoZcemM/s400/pora.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Visualizar essa imagem foi simplesmente o susto mais delicioso de se ter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Afinal, não é sempre que damos de cara com a verdade cuspida assim na nossa cara, tão nua e crua... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Não é diariamente que nos fazem enxergar uma verdade que sempre esteve lá e agente nem "tchun" pra ela...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Porque querendo ou não é uma verdade. porra! uma verdade que para muitos é irrelevante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mas pra mim não, pra mim será a verdade mais incondicional, mais linda que poderia existir, mas é uma verdade que dói, dói saber que precisamos de um outro alguem pra que possamos ser felizes, e dói também, porque... amar simplesmente dói, e muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Aposto que as várias e várias pessoas que deram de cara com essas belezuras aí em cima, levaram um "subchoque"; sim porque, qual é o pichador que saí por aí São Paulo á fora falando de amor?? juro que nunca vi. Mas logo após o susto é substituido por uma grande consideração: "bom isso é verdade..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;E eu amei isso, porque é como se eu estivesse no meu mundinho paralelo, sem me importar com nada nem ninguém e derepente alguem me desse uma trombada e eu me desse contar de várias coisas que até então eram "naturais", foi como se e me desse conta de que além de mim, existem várias e várias outras pessoas no mundo, Não sou só eu! aposto que essas várias pessoas também pensaram assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;e me senti muito mal de inicio, eu confesso. me senti mal por ter ignorado uma coisa tão importante e tão vital como o amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;mas logo após me senti grata, muito grata àquele bendito pichador que me fez abrir os olhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Porque apesar de amar as pessoas que convivem comigo, meus amigos familia, etc, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;gora eu me dei conta de que amoré importante, independente de qualquer coisa ou de qualquer pessoa que possa ser o receptor desse amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"O amor é importante. porra."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;e pra mim agora o mundo está mais colorido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;e ponto final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-6002544836282203090?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/6002544836282203090/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=6002544836282203090&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/6002544836282203090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/6002544836282203090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-amor-e-importante.html' title='PRA NÃO ESQUECER...'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SnoD03STMwI/AAAAAAAAA0E/gYg-4oqMpE8/s72-c/pora01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-964284009224108458</id><published>2009-08-04T15:48:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:50:58.251-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartas'/><title type='text'>Rafael...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SnjRBjmh3rI/AAAAAAAAAzM/CwrmWidsjX8/s1600-h/rafa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366268780678864562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SnjRBjmh3rI/AAAAAAAAAzM/CwrmWidsjX8/s320/rafa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;Rafa,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;Você pra mim é um grande amigo, daqueles que chegam na nossa vida, e vão mudando tudo a nossa volta, tomando sem querer um lugarzinho no nosso coração de maneira que agente não consegue mais esquecer... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;Eu juro que não imaginava que um dia a nossa amizade seria assim, ás vezes somos amigos, ás vezes somos ficantes; Mas em nenhum momento deixamos a amizade de lado... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;Só quero que saiba que eu adoro estar com vc, seja como pura e simples amiga, ou seja com os beijos e abraços que essa nossa amizade colorida nos permite ter. ..O fato é que não importa como, nem a intenção, vc sempre será uma pessoa queridíssima, do tipo que nunca se esquece; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;Não importa quanto tempo passe, eu sempre me lembrarei de você, sempre me lembrarei do quanto você marcou na minha vida, porque a sua presença agradável faz com que eu dê boas risadas, seja pela maneira engraçada de me chamar de "bêbada", ou pela maneira que zoa a Rochelle, pela sua mania de ser reclamão, ou quando diz "Pamplona!", seja pela suas piadinhas fora de hora , pela maneira de falar "adoooooroo!" ou até mesmo pelas suas mãos cumpridas e finas que que adoooro, seja pelo seu cheiro que você diz ser "sem perfume", ou pela mania de beber cerveja e amassar a latinha com as mãos, seja quando faz cara de mal ou pela mania de falar "aaaaaiiii!", seja quando diz que eu faço cara de chiquinha, ou quando critica o Good Charlotte, seja quando imita o chato do Silvio Santos, ou quando imita o chato do Popeye (rsrsrsrs), seja pela sua mania de mandar scraps em letras maiúsculas, ou pela memória de elefante que você tem... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;É por essas e outras coisas que eu adoooooro estar com você... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;Te adoro de montão!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ps. o Rafa é o meu novo ficante... durante muito tempo ele foi o causador &lt;a href="http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-me-tender_05.html"&gt;desse &lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/02/rafael.html"&gt;desse e&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2008/09/nao-tenho-muita-coisa-pra-dizer.html"&gt;desse&lt;/a&gt; sentimentos aqui mas agora estamos juntos de novo... e firmes e fortes!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-964284009224108458?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/964284009224108458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=964284009224108458&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/964284009224108458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/964284009224108458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='Rafael...'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SnjRBjmh3rI/AAAAAAAAAzM/CwrmWidsjX8/s72-c/rafa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-607925401448711372</id><published>2009-07-18T20:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:50:37.444-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensando em...'/><title type='text'>-.-  Uma saudade enorme...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SlPYrx0QCNI/AAAAAAAAAyk/tKPsx0Sjrxg/s1600-h/Escrevo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355862628492118226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SlPYrx0QCNI/AAAAAAAAAyk/tKPsx0Sjrxg/s320/Escrevo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...E assim eu vou escrevendo, tentando extrapolar essas emoções que insistem em me dominar, fazendo com que eu sinta cada vez mais todas as palavras que escrevo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escrevo mecanicamente;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escrevo como se cada palavra fosse a última, como se esse sentimento fosse se esgotar logo após a palavra seguinte;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escrevo na esperança de que essa agonia se encerre e me faça não sonhar mais com você;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escrevo para que não haja mais palavras,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escrevo para que os sentimentos se esgotem no meu peito, mas a cada palavra, mais e mais palavras surgem;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assim como o dia vem depois da noite, assim como a noite vem após o dia, assim como fonte que não se cansa de jorrar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escrevo na esperança de que se essa água por um milagre se encerre,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escrevo para que talvez num segundo milagre, eu consiga dormir sossegada e aliviada;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escrevo para que se esgotem as palavras, as lágrimas e o sentimento...&lt;/strong&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/6314371309200544102-607925401448711372?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/607925401448711372/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=607925401448711372&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/607925401448711372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderela compulsiva'/><title type='text'>One more things about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Eu Viviane Gomes Carvalho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sou filha de pais separados &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mas que moram juntos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sou quieta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mas de dificil convivencia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sou mais do tipo introvertida do que extrovertida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tive mil e uma fases &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mas foi na do bom e velho Rock'n'Roll a que eu decidi ficar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sou escorpiana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Do tipo "bicho ruim"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Do tipo que não deixa nada barato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sou confusa e controversa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sempre coloco palvras inglesas quando estou falando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sempre tento não me estressar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;mas nunca consigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Odeio ficar em cima do muro e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Odeio quando não encontro um lado pra ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sou adepta da frase "tá no inferno, abraça o capeta" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;adoro perambular por aí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sou amiga até que me traiam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sou legal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Até que pisem no meu calo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Adoro comer besteiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;tenho uma tranquilidade inata quando NÃO é pra ser tranquila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Não acredito em acaso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Acho que tudo é feito de "maktub" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Adoro conselhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mas os ignoro quando o assinto sou eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Leio mais do que escuto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Escrevo mais do que falo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Prefiro ficar pensando do que fazendo besteira &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Não desperdiço achance de ficar calada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Com algumas excessões, é claro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Nunca estou satisfeita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;E nunca me conformo com nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sou perfeitamente incompleta ou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Talvez completamente imperfeita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sempre busco a perfeição através dos meus erros &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mas sou do tipo que dificilmente se permite errar, num quase auto flagelo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sou inconstante inadequada e incorreta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Adoro corrigir os outros &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Nunca tenho noção de tempo e espaço &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Cheia de neuras e manias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Já tive mania de perseguição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Amo com facilidade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Odeio com mais facilidade ainda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sou do tipo agocentrica &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Do tipo que se ama demais para se submeter-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sou cheia de histórias inventadas e verídica... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Só cabe a você decidir em qual deve acreditar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Não tenho medo do escuro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mas imagino um monte de coisas que não existem quando vou dormir;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Não tenho preconceitos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mas acho que tem muita gente que merece levar uns "pedalas" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sou do tipo que adora tirar fotos no banheiro de casa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Que ama ficar sozinha E que acima de tudo ama escrever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Observadora e enigmática&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Falo dos outros como se fossem a palma da minha mão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mas falo de mim como um livro não lido e desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-7493905562635938456?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/7493905562635938456/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=7493905562635938456&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/7493905562635938456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/7493905562635938456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-more-things-about-me.html' title='One more things about me'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-8360964261840844938</id><published>2009-07-11T20:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T20:54:33.452-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contos'/><title type='text'>Núpcias (parte 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Finalmente ele chegou; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela deixou que o sorriso tomasse conta de seu rosto e correu até seu esperado amado, pulou em seu colo, deu - lhe um beijo ardente e deixou que ele a conduzisse até a cama, ela estava muito nervosa, sabia que teria que continuar, podia parar por ali, mas esperou meses por aquele homem e agora que o tinha, tinha também muito medo; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E ela tremeu quando ela a despiu...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele a deitou na cama, seus corações batiam descompassados e nervosos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não era sua primeira vez, já havia feito isso muitas vezes antes, mas essa era a primeira vez em que se envolvia tanto sentimento em jogo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele se despia...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enquanto ela nua, deitada na cama o esperava...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com seu sexo exposto, tremia...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele deitou-se por cima dela, acariciava seu corpo, beijava-a com intensidade e vontade;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas antes que ele a penetrasse, ela se desvencilio de seu corpo, pegou uma arma embaixo da cama e disse:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Fui contratada para te matar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;continua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-8360964261840844938?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/8360964261840844938/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=8360964261840844938&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/8360964261840844938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/8360964261840844938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/07/nupcias-parte-2.html' title='Núpcias (parte 2)'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-4005097506380155262</id><published>2009-07-09T19:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:49:19.342-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contos'/><title type='text'>Núpcias (parte 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela andava nervosamente de um lado a outro do quarto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seu vestido muito branco e seu longo véu, a cada passo iam se arrastando pelo chão e davam- lhe a sensação de que era uma serpente branca que se arrasta com seu corpo longuilineo a espreita e a espera de sua presa se aproximar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela esperou muitos meses para isso; E agora que havia chagado até ali, teria que ir até o final, ela só não sabia como continuar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olhou o buquê de rosas vermelhas em cima da cama e se perguntou porque ele demorava tanto para chegar;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andava ansiosamente pelo quarto. Sentou - se. Escreveu palavras desconexas num guardanapo com marca de batom. Foi até o banheiro. Olhou - se no espelho. De frente. De costas. De lado. Sorrindo. Emburrada. Parou e se viu por inteira...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele havia dito, mas só agora tivera tempo de confirmar o quão linda estava, olhos cor da noite, lábio de carmim, desvenciliou seus cabelos negros do rígido penteado nupcial e ali encontrou mais que uma recém casadda, encontrou uma mulher fatal...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;continua...&lt;/strong&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/6314371309200544102-4005097506380155262?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/4005097506380155262/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=4005097506380155262&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/4005097506380155262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/4005097506380155262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/04/nupcias-parte-1.html' title='Núpcias (parte 1)'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-6892143999179143539</id><published>2009-07-07T19:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:49:04.043-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensando em...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderela compulsiva'/><title type='text'>...:: Underneath Smile::...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você já sabe todas as palavras que eu adoraria proferir;&lt;br /&gt;Já sabe os lugares que eu adoraria conhecer;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe que eu amo o perigo e que ele me ama também...&lt;br /&gt;Você já sabe que eu sempre quero saber o há por trás da porta...&lt;br /&gt;principalmente se ela estiver trancada...&lt;br /&gt;Você já decorou o tudo o que tem dentro da minha cabeça...&lt;br /&gt;Sabe que foi você quem colocou os desejos do meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;Só não sabe, que por trás desse sorriso há alguem que chora;&lt;br /&gt;Não sabe que aqui tem alguém que não quer mais ser quem é...&lt;br /&gt;Não sabe que há alguém que não quer se mostrar&lt;br /&gt;Por trás desse sorriso há uma passagem intransponível,&lt;br /&gt;que ninguém jamais ousaria ultrapassar;&lt;br /&gt;Há uma luz se apagando; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tem alguém que não quer mai tentar...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos podem me conhecer muito bem; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Podem estar comigo nos meus melhores momentos; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas é sempre nas horas de dor que eu me escondo... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me escondo atrás de uma mascara que não desperta suspeitas... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sempre que a dor vem eu me escondo atrás desse sorriso aparentemente sincero... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me escondo dizendo que "já passou"... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ninguém sabe o que há por trás desse sorriso que será sempre o mesmo sorriso dissimulado, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só EU sei... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas será sempre uma história que eu não quero contar... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será sempre um segredo que eu guardarei ás sete chaves...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem atrás desse misterioso e fingido sorriso...&lt;/strong&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/6314371309200544102-6892143999179143539?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/6892143999179143539/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=6892143999179143539&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/6892143999179143539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/6892143999179143539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/07/voce-ja-sabe-todas-as-palavras-que-eu.html' title='...:: Underneath Smile::...'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-6133691396743471615</id><published>2009-06-29T17:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:48:44.882-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartas'/><title type='text'>Entre a morbidez e o calor do amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SklA0pA66XI/AAAAAAAAAyE/3idXJFQss5Q/s1600-h/vampiros_B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352880905213634930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SklA0pA66XI/AAAAAAAAAyE/3idXJFQss5Q/s320/vampiros_B.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estar com você é como subir aos céus, chegar perto de Deus e dormir em berço esplêndido;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque você me deixa em paz, me faz ser leve e me sentir como um anjo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas de repente, enquanto estou dormindo em seus braços tranquilamente, sinto as chamas do inferno queimarem meus corpo enquanto o medo cala meus gritos de socorro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque amar você me deixa assim, imóvel; Me deixa incapaz e me agonia, fazendo com que tudo á minha volta se desfaça em pedaços...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E porque meu amor por você ultrapassa a vida para se tornar mórbido e gelado, mas envolvente e sedutor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-6133691396743471615?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/6133691396743471615/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=6133691396743471615&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/6133691396743471615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/6133691396743471615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/06/entre-morbidez-e-o-calor-do-amor.html' title='Entre a morbidez e o calor do amor...'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SklA0pA66XI/AAAAAAAAAyE/3idXJFQss5Q/s72-c/vampiros_B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-1160127625655811077</id><published>2009-06-08T19:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:48:19.630-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensando em...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderela compulsiva'/><title type='text'>TransmissãO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se minhas palavras fossem transmitidas pelos meus olhos, milhões de lágrimas escorreriam pela minha face;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se minhas esperanças fossem transmitidas pelo meu corpo, ele se curvaria em sinal de desânimo;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se minhas alegrias fossem demonstradas pelo meu sorriso, ningém nesse mundo veria meu sorriso se abrir;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se meus ideais estivessem em minhas mãos, quando eu as abrisse, o vento só levaria poeira;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se minha felicidade refletisse no brilho de meus olhos, com certeza eles estariam fechados;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se minha vida fosse uma cor com certeza seria cinza;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se o resultado das minhas paixões se mostrassem em meu coração, ele estaria quebrado, despedaçado de tanta emoção...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"Se pudessem comprar minha confiança &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;com um tapinha nas costas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;já teriam comprado..."&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/6314371309200544102-1160127625655811077?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/1160127625655811077/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=1160127625655811077&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/1160127625655811077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/1160127625655811077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/06/transmissao.html' title='TransmissãO'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-3290098301574089456</id><published>2009-06-02T19:11:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:48:01.277-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensando em...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderela compulsiva'/><title type='text'>Cotidiano fragmentado</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Um vazio predomina o meu ser, não há nada que faça eu me sentir viva novamente;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo me soa nostálgico e perfeito, me sinto sufocada, engasgada como alguém que tenta respirar embaixo d'agua, ou como num pesadelo, onde não se consegue acordar;&lt;br /&gt;É num misto de impotência e frustração, vou tentando esperançosamente transmitir essa agonia constante, tentando transformar em palavras tudo o que me vem a cabeça, tudo o que sinto, tudo o que me frustra...&lt;br /&gt;Mas as palavras insistem em escapar!!&lt;br /&gt;Fogem de mim como areia escapando por entre os dedos das mãos!!&lt;br /&gt;Tudo me tira a atenção, inclusive aquele mosquito que entrou pela janela da sala, e que fica rodeando a lampada á procura de calor...&lt;br /&gt;Por falar nisso, estou com muito frio, olho para a janela, que está a meio metro do sofá, mas não tenho coragem de me levantar para fechá-la...&lt;br /&gt;Hã! tudo me faz perder o fio da meada...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isso por falta do que pensar...&lt;br /&gt;Olho uma foto antiga, daquelas que agente esquece na agenda, o coração bate descompassado;&lt;br /&gt;O "tum-tum" bagunçado se assemelha com as batida que ele costumava dar na epoca que ele batia feliz...&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, tudo confuso e nostalgicamente triste me faz pensar se eu deveria ter escrito essas linhas acima, afinal não consegui suprir essa falta que o passado me faz, não consegui compreender meus próprios sentimentos e ninguém poderá me ajudar nem me proteger de mim mesma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E todas as linhas acima se resumem num único fragmento:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Há muito tempo não escrevo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tem passado meses sem que eu viva e vou durando, entre o escritório e a fisiologia, numa estagnação intima de pensar e sentir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isto infelizmente não repousa: no apodrecimento há fermentação."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-3290098301574089456?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/3290098301574089456/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=3290098301574089456&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/3290098301574089456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/3290098301574089456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/05/cotidiano-fragmentado.html' title='Cotidiano fragmentado'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-7104799105098383115</id><published>2009-05-27T11:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:47:30.130-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensando em...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderela compulsiva'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A solidão desola&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;me; a companhia oprime-me.&lt;br /&gt;A presença de outra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pessoa descaminha-me os pensamentos;&lt;br /&gt;sonho a sua presença com uma distração especial,&lt;br /&gt;que toda a minha atenção analítica não consegue definir."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fernando pessoa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;não sei se alguem aí já sabe, mas o fato que simplesmente aaaamoooo Fernando Pessoa... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;suas palavras vão direto ao meu coração, foi amor á segunda vista, sem aviso previo nem hora marcada, simplesmente automatíco como acordar de manhã e escovar os dentes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;há uns dois anos li um fragmento, num domingo de manhã e simplesmente me encaneiem suas palavras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-7104799105098383115?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/7104799105098383115/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=7104799105098383115&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/7104799105098383115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/7104799105098383115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/05/solidao-desola-me-companhia-oprime-me.html' title=''/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-5339217586060091346</id><published>2009-05-25T11:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:47:06.637-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensando em...'/><title type='text'>SoMBriA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;... Noite vazia, lua sombria&lt;br /&gt;Tudo calado&lt;br /&gt;Não estou ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;Ao meu redor, só a lua, noite e escuridão.&lt;br /&gt;O barulho da natureza conversa&lt;br /&gt;com o silêncio da minha alma&lt;br /&gt;enquanto o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;chora por sua presença...&lt;br /&gt;O frio envolve meu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;o calafrio me toma,&lt;br /&gt;trazendo o meu o medo ao meu coração&lt;br /&gt;que agora bate descompassado...&lt;br /&gt;As sombras me assustam,&lt;br /&gt;não sei o que fazer, fico inerte, imóvel e&lt;br /&gt;mergulhada na minha própria solidão&lt;br /&gt;e na grande solidão que&lt;br /&gt;envolveu meu olhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-5339217586060091346?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/5339217586060091346/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=5339217586060091346&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/5339217586060091346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/5339217586060091346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/05/sombria.html' title='SoMBriA...'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-100304875885702239</id><published>2009-05-21T20:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:46:43.449-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderela compulsiva'/><title type='text'>Meus defeitos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Eu sou raivosa,&lt;br /&gt;Rancorosa,&lt;br /&gt;Estressada;&lt;br /&gt;Sozinha;&lt;br /&gt;Carente;&lt;br /&gt;Dependente de tudo;&lt;br /&gt;Dependente de todos;&lt;br /&gt;Sou infantil;&lt;br /&gt;Tão chorona...&lt;br /&gt;Depressiva;&lt;br /&gt;Fraca&lt;br /&gt;(mas finjo que sou forte)&lt;br /&gt;Enganada&lt;br /&gt;Manipuladora&lt;br /&gt;Presa demais&lt;br /&gt;Complicada&lt;br /&gt;Ou tô me complicando&lt;br /&gt;Fracassada&lt;br /&gt;(Por amar demais)&lt;br /&gt;Inocente&lt;br /&gt;(por achar que o amor existe)&lt;br /&gt;Boba,&lt;br /&gt;Fácil de enganar,&lt;br /&gt;Negativa,&lt;br /&gt;Calada,&lt;br /&gt;Pessimista,&lt;br /&gt;Chata,&lt;br /&gt;Previsível&lt;br /&gt;(nas horas que quer)&lt;br /&gt;E acho que estou...&lt;br /&gt;Caindo aos poucos,&lt;br /&gt;Ficando sozinha&lt;br /&gt;(mais do que já sou)&lt;br /&gt;Me tornando insuportável...&lt;br /&gt;Acho que tudo de ruim está em mim...&lt;br /&gt;Na minha mente...&lt;br /&gt;E no meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria ter amigos&lt;br /&gt;(de verdade)&lt;br /&gt;Ter alguém que me entendesse,&lt;br /&gt;Conversasse comigo,&lt;br /&gt;Compreendesse as minhas idéias&lt;br /&gt;E trocasse idéias comigo...&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter alguém pra me ouvir,&lt;br /&gt;Quero um refugio,&lt;br /&gt;Quero mil motivos...&lt;br /&gt;Pra sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;Pra não me cortar mais,&lt;br /&gt;Chorar menos,&lt;br /&gt;Me decepcionar menos&lt;br /&gt;Com akeles que amo&lt;br /&gt;Queria que o tempo parasse,&lt;br /&gt;Que o mundo acabasse,&lt;br /&gt;Acho que...&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria...&lt;br /&gt;Morrer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;ps. poema antiiiigo, nesse momento eu não sinto isso... mas já senti e ainda reconheço meus defeitos.&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/6314371309200544102-100304875885702239?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/100304875885702239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=100304875885702239&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/100304875885702239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/100304875885702239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/05/meus-defeitos.html' title='Meus defeitos'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-890150005497568597</id><published>2009-05-12T17:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:46:27.562-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensando em...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderela compulsiva'/><title type='text'>Passando pelo Passado</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sei que viver de passado é um pecado imperdoável,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Derramar lágrimas por algo que não volta mais, então... Deus me livre!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Mas tem dias que pra mim, é dificil de evitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Tem dias que não consigo deixar de olhar para o passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ultimamente tem sido complicado, aliás, é sempre complicado, não consigo evitar essa situação saudosista, mas corrosiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Não dá pra não pensar nos bolos da vovó, nas histórias que se faziam veerdade na minha imaginação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Não dá pra não chorar, ao pensar ou lembrar dos beijos e carinhos, dos afagos agora escondidos no fundo do meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Não dá pra esquecer das coisinhas de criança onde tudo era maravilha, tudo era emoção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Não dá pra não chorar ao lembrar das cartas, do prazer em silêncio pra ninguém saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Não dá pra não pensar no olhar de cumplicidade, no "deixa que eu te ajudo", no abraço do irmão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-890150005497568597?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/890150005497568597/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=890150005497568597&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/890150005497568597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/890150005497568597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/05/passando-pelo-passado.html' title='Passando pelo Passado'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-7424864621936228690</id><published>2009-04-25T18:18:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T17:02:08.257-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensando em...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartas'/><title type='text'>SeGuNdO TeMpO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mais uma vez.&lt;br /&gt;Pela segunda vez, você diz que me ama&lt;br /&gt;Pela segunda vez, me diz que vai ser pra sempre&lt;br /&gt;Pela segunda vez me faz juras de amor eterno&lt;br /&gt;Pela segunda vez me entrego de cabeça nesse sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Pela segunda vez me dou de corpo e alma a você&lt;br /&gt;E até agora não quero acreditar que está tudo acontecendo novamente&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez as coisas vão mal&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez me pego chorando&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez sentindo saudades...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fui capaz de perdoar seus erros, de esquecer o passado&lt;br /&gt;Fechei meus olhos para escrevermos uma nova história&lt;br /&gt;E mais uma vez estou aqui sofrendo,&lt;br /&gt;Pela segunda vez acreditei em você&lt;br /&gt;Mas pela sgunda vez você me deixou...&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/6314371309200544102-7424864621936228690?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/7424864621936228690/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=7424864621936228690&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/7424864621936228690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/7424864621936228690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/04/mais-uma-vez.html' title='SeGuNdO TeMpO'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-241501011935718285</id><published>2009-04-19T21:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:45:49.125-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderela compulsiva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contos'/><title type='text'>A grande teia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os fatos vão se interligando, tecendo uma teia da qual ela não ousava mais escapar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não escapa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não foge.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela sabe que está numa teia, mas não tem medo, acha que teias são sempre teias, sempre tem um risco a correr...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E ela lá, parada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não corre, nem se assusta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apenas se aconchega lentamente nessa teia de fatos inebriantes e inconstantes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apenas aguarda para, que as lembranças venham sufocá -la de lágrimas e saudades.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Espera deitadinha na teia que sem querer ela criou, na esperança de que seus riscos e suas lágrimas se pareçam com os doces sonhos que um dia ela viveu...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando uma acaba.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;é assim que se inicia outra história...&lt;/em&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/6314371309200544102-241501011935718285?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/241501011935718285/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=241501011935718285&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/241501011935718285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/241501011935718285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/04/grande-teia.html' title='A grande teia'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-3043112668239757124</id><published>2009-04-12T19:53:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T17:01:20.245-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contos'/><title type='text'>A dor da partida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Te vejo em breve."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"tá."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foi assim que tudo terminou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;milhões e milhões de palavras, um turbilhão em sua cabeça, mas nada saiu de sua boca...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela pensou...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pensou que deveria ser mais corajosa, pedir pra ele ficar mais um pouco, ou quem sabe até mesmo dormir com ela...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Devia ter feito de tudo para adiar sua partida, mas não fez...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ficou ali, naquela cama, amarrada pelos seus próprios medos esperando ele sumir porta a fora...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E foi ali naquela mesma hora, que ela desejou que um vento muito forte batesse a porta, que a fechadura se quebrasse e que ele não pudesse mais sair...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desejou que os pés dele se colassem ao chão, que ele se esquecesse de tudo o que aconteceu de ruim entre eles e decidisse ficar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas que nada...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele disse suas suas últimas palavras e partiu, sem lágrimas, sem dor e sem nem olhar para trás...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E ela ficou...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ficou com palavras engasgadas na garganta;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ficou com as lágrimas que não podiam desandar a sair;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ficou com o coração ferido;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E desejando que ele voltasse pra ficar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-3043112668239757124?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/3043112668239757124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=3043112668239757124&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/3043112668239757124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/3043112668239757124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/04/dor-da-partida.html' title='A dor da partida'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-5578832876989832754</id><published>2009-04-08T08:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:45:27.511-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensando em...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderela compulsiva'/><title type='text'>PaLaVrAs X PeSsoAs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Adoro palavras. Odeio pessoas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Palavras são fantásticas, são ótimas companheiras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;São aliadas, não nos machucam -exeto quando usada por uma pessoa- umas têm dois significados, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas seja qual for a palavra, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ela será sempre a representação de si mesma... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Só deixarei de amar palavras quando elas criarem pernas, cabeça, braços e começarem a falar besteira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Assim como as pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-5578832876989832754?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/5578832876989832754/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=5578832876989832754&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/5578832876989832754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/5578832876989832754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/04/palavras-x-pessoas.html' title='PaLaVrAs X PeSsoAs'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-4037328335809142615</id><published>2009-04-06T20:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:45:14.701-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensando em...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderela compulsiva'/><title type='text'>esse saiu do meu ♥ (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Meus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;pensamentos &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;levam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;para&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;todos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;os&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lugares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;num&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;curto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;espaço&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tempo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Independente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;de &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;onde &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;estiver;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;sempre&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"&gt;estarei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;meu&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-4037328335809142615?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/4037328335809142615/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=4037328335809142615&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/4037328335809142615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/4037328335809142615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/04/esse-saiu-do-meu-2.html' title='esse saiu do meu ♥ (2)'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-5809601218536443270</id><published>2009-04-05T09:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:44:58.122-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensando em...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderela compulsiva'/><title type='text'>esse saiu do meu ♥ :</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;alvez um dia, eu aprenda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;u pelo menos me conforme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ue eu sou apenas mais uma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;arota triste porque perdeu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;grande Amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-5809601218536443270?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-5420206132919059952</id><published>2009-04-02T18:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:44:39.858-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderela compulsiva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fato real'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartas'/><title type='text'>Ausência.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SdU3K8D2pAI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/HDS7vqs8aMI/s1600-h/vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320219195868619778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SdU3K8D2pAI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/HDS7vqs8aMI/s320/vida.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;... E agora, nesse momento, estou aqui como alguém que perdeu algo que não poderia jamais perder... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;...Abraçada á camiseta que você usou na última vez em que estivemos juntos, sinto o seu perfume, um perfume que me remete á lembranças doces e perfeitas, do tipo que nunca se esquece...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;...Estou me sentindo como uma criança, o medo que toma conta do meu ser é quase inexplicavel... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;...É o medo do novo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;...Medo de que dê tudo errado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;...Medo de ser esquecida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;...E esse perfume -o seu perfume- acentua ainda mais essa sensação; E torna ainda mais forte esse medo de perder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;...Talvez algo dentro de mim esteja agora, me dizendo que não há mais nada além dessa camiseta surrada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;...Talvez não tenha sobrado nada de você, nada além de um perfume numa camiseta velha que você usou na noite passada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;...E eu sei que chegará um dia, que a noite passada não será nada além de uma noite, a última noite em que eu dormi com um namorado que eu amava muito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;...Talvez haja um diaem que não sobrará nada nem esse perfume delicioso ou até mesmo esta camiseta, na qual eu me apego fielmente como um cão que se apega ao seu dono...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;...E talvez eu tenha medo disso, mdeo de que essa sensação maravilhosa de quando estou ao seu lado se acabe e não me reste mais nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;...Tenho medo de que tudo se acabe, tenho medo de que a saudade enorme que sinto e que inda sentirei por você me obrigue a ter que esquecer você e cada coisa que possa longemente me levar a você ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;...Tenho medo de me sentir obrigada a não cantarolar nossas músicas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;...A esquecer fatos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;...A queimar cartas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;...A esconder fotos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;...Tudo isso apenas para não ter que sofrer ainda mais com a sua ausência, essa porcaria de ausência corrosiva &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;e ilimitada que não se cansa de me maltratar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;...Não quero me acostumar com essa abstinência louca que a falta de você me traz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;...não quero me acostumar a viver sem você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E com apenas um perfume numa camiseta...&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/6314371309200544102-5420206132919059952?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/5420206132919059952/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=5420206132919059952&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/5420206132919059952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/5420206132919059952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/04/ausencia.html' title='Ausência.'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SdU3K8D2pAI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/HDS7vqs8aMI/s72-c/vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-6126481614405453131</id><published>2009-03-31T11:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:44:17.974-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensando em...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartas'/><title type='text'>..::Mascaras::..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/Sa8TlnsCshI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/YRJUraviJcc/s1600-h/mascaras_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309484022722900498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/Sa8TlnsCshI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/YRJUraviJcc/s320/mascaras_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se soubesse o que há em meu coração,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Saberia que não há nada além de máscaras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Máscara quando acordo, tentando não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;demonstrar que sonhei com você;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Máscara quando me deito, fingindo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;que não queria estar contigo ao me deitar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Coloco uma grande máscara, árdua e pesada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sempre que saio à rua, tentando conter o desejo louco de te encontrar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Coloco outra ainda mais pesada quando não te encontro, fazendo de conta que estou feliz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas não estou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E quando chego em casa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sozinha em meu quarto tento conter as lágrimas que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;caem &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;sem sessar de meu rosto cansado de máscaras...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E durante meus dias, as dúvidas assombram minha cabeça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Será que pensa em mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Será que sente minha falta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ou será que me esqueceu e pensa só em você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Será que de nós nada restou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Será que a chama do amor se apagou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Será que não há nada em mim que você queira reaver?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;por favor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Diga olhando em meus olhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que nosso amor terminou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-6126481614405453131?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/6126481614405453131/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=6126481614405453131&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/6126481614405453131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/6126481614405453131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/03/mascaras.html' title='..::Mascaras::..'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/Sa8TlnsCshI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/YRJUraviJcc/s72-c/mascaras_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-333662178191941793</id><published>2009-03-24T07:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:43:47.396-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderela compulsiva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fato real'/><title type='text'>Pensando (e escrevendo) sem parar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Ultimamente tenho pensado demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;E tenho escrito demais também...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Até aquele calinho perto da unha no dedo do meio voltou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Sempre odiei esse calo, porém, sempre o tive, acho que desde a época da minha 5ª serie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;E tudo isso por culpa daquelas professoras que me faziam escrever demais, ou até mesmo da minha mãe que na época me deu como castigo um montão de revistas pra eu copias os códigos e catalogar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Agora depois de dois anos o maldito calo voltou, e a culpa é dessa droga de inspiração momentanea e fora de hora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Essa droga de inspiração que sempre chega, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Quando eu posso e principalmente quando NÃO posso escrever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Agora são 5:40 da matina e eu aqui escrevendo feito louca sobre calos em dedos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Tô enlouquecendo de tantas palavras que me vem á mente!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Dizem que smepre quando perdemos algo, ganhamos outra coisa pra compensar, sendo assim toda essa "fissura vocabular" é sua culpa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Porque perdi você, ganhei inspiração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Perdi o sono, mas ganhei um odiado calo como &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(des)&lt;/span&gt;consolo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;AFF!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ESTOU PRECISANDO DE UMA CANETA NOVA,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;JÁ ESTÁ ACABANDO...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E DE UM CORAÇÃO NOVO,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;JÁ ESTÁ SOFRENDO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-333662178191941793?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/333662178191941793/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=333662178191941793&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/333662178191941793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/333662178191941793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/03/pensando-e-escrevendo-sem-parar.html' title='Pensando (e escrevendo) sem parar'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-5237429902400465556</id><published>2009-03-22T16:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:43:27.339-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderela compulsiva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fato real'/><title type='text'>Dependência Ilimitada</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ontem eu arrumei meu guarda-roupa, um fato inédito, porque eu não gosto desse hábito...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Não arrumei porque precisava &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(e acredite em mim: reamente &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PRECISAVA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;, mas porque você vivia dizendo que era uma vergonha, que eu devia me organizar, etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;E eu sempre achei essa sua ladainha um saco!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Mas ontem, por milagre do destino arrumei o meu "monstro engolidor de roupas"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;E me senti bem melhor, diaga - se de passagem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;E hoje eu chorei quando eu tive coragem de assumir para a &lt;a href="http://www.dollporcelaine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tammy&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"É pro vidu sentir orgulho de mim..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;E com isso, hoje eu percebi que eu cheguei num ponto totalmente ilimitado de dependencia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Dependo de você fatalmente, preciso de você para sorrir e sentir uma vontade pra fazer coisas pequenas como:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sair por aí... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Arrumar o guarda-roupa... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Dormir... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Respirar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Inclusive viver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312765887947858754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/Sbq8bUXx40I/AAAAAAAAAvA/jxEJne7t0sI/s320/triste.bmp" /&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/6314371309200544102-5237429902400465556?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/5237429902400465556/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=5237429902400465556&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/5237429902400465556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/5237429902400465556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/03/dependencia-ilimitada.html' title='Dependência Ilimitada'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/Sbq8bUXx40I/AAAAAAAAAvA/jxEJne7t0sI/s72-c/triste.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-5582231418799948697</id><published>2009-03-19T16:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:43:00.513-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensando em...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartas'/><title type='text'>Quando você vai...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/Sbq91smkOQI/AAAAAAAAAvI/WFPAAlV5k7c/s1600-h/pernas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312767440640555266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/Sbq91smkOQI/AAAAAAAAAvI/WFPAAlV5k7c/s320/pernas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Uma tristeza quase sepulcral vem me consumir;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo á minha volta me parece mórbido...&lt;br /&gt;Flores são sem vida&lt;br /&gt;Céu é sem cor&lt;br /&gt;Estrelas são sem brilho...&lt;br /&gt;Nada me atrai...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isso quando você se vai...&lt;br /&gt;Quando você se vai,&lt;br /&gt;Um pedaço de mim morre&lt;br /&gt;E não consigo enxergar um caminho&lt;br /&gt;para me livrar dessa solidão&lt;br /&gt;Toda vez que você vai&lt;br /&gt;Uma sombra fica ao meu lado,&lt;br /&gt;Seu rosto eu nunca vi,&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que tem grande influencia sobre mim...&lt;br /&gt;Não sei muito sobre ela&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que seu nome é tristeza&lt;br /&gt;E sempre que você vai&lt;br /&gt;Ela vem pertubar minha solidão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-5582231418799948697?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/Sbq91smkOQI/AAAAAAAAAvI/WFPAAlV5k7c/s72-c/pernas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-7019783600817238312</id><published>2009-03-14T13:08:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:42:35.873-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensando em...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartas'/><title type='text'>Quando você se for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando você se for&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida vai entristecer&lt;br /&gt;E o sol vai desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;Quando você se for&lt;br /&gt;meus dias vão perder a cor&lt;br /&gt;E no mundo não haverá masi amor&lt;br /&gt;Quando você se for&lt;br /&gt;Meu mundo vai parar de girar&lt;br /&gt;E as estrelas vão parar de brilhar&lt;br /&gt;Quando você se for&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida vai ficar vazia&lt;br /&gt;E minha histórias vão ficar sem fim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SbmYRHENqiI/AAAAAAAAAuw/uoTs7o_ftNQ/s1600-h/Partir"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando você se for&lt;br /&gt;Minhas lágirmas não vão parar de rolar&lt;br /&gt;E tudo vai desmoronar&lt;br /&gt;Quando você se for&lt;br /&gt;Meu céu vai desabar&lt;br /&gt;E o pânico chegará em todo lugar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia em que você se for...&lt;br /&gt;Meu lábios chamarão por seu nome&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo sofrerá sem o seu calor&lt;br /&gt;No dia em quevocê se for&lt;br /&gt;Meu olhos perderão o brilho&lt;br /&gt;Pois não haverá mais vida sem o seu amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando você se for&lt;br /&gt;O frio do mundo congelará meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;No dia em que você se for&lt;br /&gt;A depressão invadirá minha mente&lt;br /&gt;Quando você se for&lt;br /&gt;Vou arder em agonia&lt;br /&gt;Mas vou pular de alegria&lt;br /&gt;Pois o dia de minha morte chegou...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-7019783600817238312?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/7019783600817238312/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=7019783600817238312&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/7019783600817238312'/><link rel='self' 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vez</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A cada palavra que eu disser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Um pecado se libertará de minha mente;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Uma historia se fará verdade;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;O mundo ficará inconsciente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A cada palavra que eu disser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Uma maldição será lançada;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Uma flecha será atirada;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Uma palavra será proferida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Para ferir um inocente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A cada palavra que eu disser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Meu coração será castigado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Algemado e sacrificado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Por aquele que sempre amou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pobre coraçção cansado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Não sabe que será magoado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Não sabe que, finalmente se fará &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;justiça por tantas magoas que ele causou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ele não sabe que chegou a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sua vez de sofrer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SbmUM8xopAI/AAAAAAAAAuo/ZCCB9GIqqmI/s1600-h/coraÃ§Ã£o.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 291px; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312440185653863426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SbmUM8xopAI/AAAAAAAAAuo/ZCCB9GIqqmI/s320/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-6887932709835087561?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/6887932709835087561/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=6887932709835087561&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/6887932709835087561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/6887932709835087561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/03/chegou-minha-vez.html' title='Chegou a minha vez'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SbmUM8xopAI/AAAAAAAAAuo/ZCCB9GIqqmI/s72-c/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-6511870297667377308</id><published>2009-03-10T17:43:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:41:48.867-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fato real'/><title type='text'>A GRAAAANDE NOITE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;SMS's safadinha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;SHE SAID: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Quero sentir o toque das suas mãos sobre meu corpo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Quero que me faça gemer baixinho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Quero que me faça sua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sou somente sua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;TE AMO MINHA VIDA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;HE SAID:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Não se preocupe porque estou ansioso para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;tocar seu corpo gostoso e te fazer minha mulher,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Quero ouvir sua voz e respiração ofegantes no meu ouvido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;TE AMOOO MUITOOOOOOO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;E no final da noite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;SHE: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ZZZZzzzzzzZZZZZzzzzzzZZZZzZzzZZzZZZ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;HE: &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;zZZZZzzzzzZZZZZzzZZzZzzZzZZzZZzzZZ&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Bom, pelo menos dormimos de conchinha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-6511870297667377308?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/6511870297667377308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=6511870297667377308&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/6511870297667377308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/6511870297667377308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/03/graaaande-noite.html' title='A GRAAAANDE NOITE...'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-8927583385773608362</id><published>2009-03-07T16:44:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:41:33.703-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderela compulsiva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fato real'/><title type='text'>Prazeres e Agonias de ser EU...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ás vezes me pergunto quem sou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E eu realmente não sei dizer!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sei que sou uma garota magra, de seios pequenos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;que chora a toa mas tem sempre um sorriso fácil pra dar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Confusa e complicada, sempre prefere o talvez;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não gosta de falar de si mesma, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas a vida alheia lhe é um hobby;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não consegue se definir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas fala do mundo á volta como se o conhecece;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Uma garota que nunca acerta o caminho de volta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Está sempre atrasada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sempre estressada com tudo e com todos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dá xilique quando nada dá certo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Está sempre acompanhada e cercada de boas companhias, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dá valor às amizades;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não sabe falar de si mesma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas não pergunta aos outros o acham dela, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Afinal acha que todos têm uma uma definição errada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Acha que é a dona da razão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E defende suas idéias com unhas e dentes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;mesmo que esta seja totalmente errada... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Garota de muitos amores, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vários afetos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nunca sabe que escolher;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ás vezes muleka, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;as vezes mulher;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que gosta de skate, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E gosta de salto;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que fez faculdade, mas parou;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Teve váaaaarias idéias mas não tentou;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Desistiu de muitas coisas tentando conseguir outras;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Acha a vida engraçada e irônica, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como um dramalhão mexicano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sou simplesmente uma garota alegre e extrovertida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ás vezes mandona, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ás vezes turrona, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Muito briguenta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;e muito, muito ciumenta;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que tenta viver um dia de cada vez, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas sempre aflita pelo proximo "capitulo", &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fala da vida como se falasse da morte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;e aguarda a morte como quem aguarda uma vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não odeia, mas se ressente como ninguem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vingativa e manipuladora, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas sempre fiel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não me pergunte quem sou porque...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Tudo que eu disser soará fatal e inteiro"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Eis aí alguns prazeres e agonias de ser EU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310536902917184690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SbLRLUD7XLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/HlthXD9zUiA/s320/vivi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-8927583385773608362?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/8927583385773608362/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=8927583385773608362&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/8927583385773608362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/8927583385773608362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/03/eis-ai-alguns-prazeres-e-agonias-de-ser.html' title='Prazeres e Agonias de ser EU...'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SbLRLUD7XLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/HlthXD9zUiA/s72-c/vivi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-4642223051500933637</id><published>2009-03-05T15:55:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:41:11.136-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensando em...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderela compulsiva'/><title type='text'>Suspiro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SbAihzQ8ZQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/JrkGUIoaOFg/s1600-h/Paisagem_a_espera_de_um_homem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309781924762117378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SbAihzQ8ZQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/JrkGUIoaOFg/s320/Paisagem_a_espera_de_um_homem.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E assim vou me arrastando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Durante esses dias sem fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Carrego em meu corpo o peso das&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;longas horas que vivi;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Essas longas horas que parecem não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;querer passar nunca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vou tentando esquecer todo e qualquer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;fato, tentando tornar tudo menos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;importante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas esse silêncio quase mórbido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;toma conta de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;e transforma quase tudo em solidão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vou tentando esquecer quanto tempo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ainda me resta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas o peso que carrego não me deixa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;esquecer que...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...Ainda falta muito tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-4642223051500933637?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/4642223051500933637/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=4642223051500933637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/4642223051500933637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/4642223051500933637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/03/suspiro.html' title='Suspiro...'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SbAihzQ8ZQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/JrkGUIoaOFg/s72-c/Paisagem_a_espera_de_um_homem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-5827497334173272576</id><published>2009-03-03T21:26:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:40:30.852-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensando em...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartas'/><title type='text'>.::Apenas mais uma carta de Amor::.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/Sa8DH0HsAfI/AAAAAAAAAtI/8HGS1JvmEZ0/s1600-h/ATgAAACez8Bkr12FxpazsU-b88MgoMDm2V2LW1XoTMLt8Q3H0Gs7vPD0P-6VitUeOUx_JJaM-1tYvyFex_Kx2AemZ1BmAJtU9VCIXkZ8xiRP0jpFoc0b6AWSzL-74w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309465918477959666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/Sa8DH0HsAfI/AAAAAAAAAtI/8HGS1JvmEZ0/s320/ATgAAACez8Bkr12FxpazsU-b88MgoMDm2V2LW1XoTMLt8Q3H0Gs7vPD0P-6VitUeOUx_JJaM-1tYvyFex_Kx2AemZ1BmAJtU9VCIXkZ8xiRP0jpFoc0b6AWSzL-74w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;ocê é o &lt;strong&gt;AMOR&lt;/strong&gt; da minha vida... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;em vc não sei o que seria de mim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nada posso sem vc... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;eu amor me fortalece e me leva até o céu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;e faz sentir feliz, me faz sentir melhor... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;ada faz sentido sem vc &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt; até o raiar do dia é sem graça&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;se vc não estiver ao meu lado, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;e vc não estiver com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;seu sorriso maravilhoso a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me mostrar o quanto a vida pode ser bela...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;ocê me ensinou o significado da palavra amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;ocê me mostrou o caminho para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;se chegar ao amor verdadeiro...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;em vc a vida não tem graça, a &lt;strong&gt;MINHA&lt;/strong&gt; vida não tem a minima graça...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q&lt;/strong&gt;uero ter seu amor pra todo o sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q&lt;/strong&gt;uero nossas vidas unidas uma a outra assim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;como mandam os lindos livros que lemos juntos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;e amo &lt;strong&gt;VIDU&lt;/strong&gt;, E sem vc nada sou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;e amo pela eternidade e por mais um dia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;e amo por todos os dias dessa minha vida longa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de tanto te esperar...&lt;/em&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/6314371309200544102-5827497334173272576?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/5827497334173272576/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=5827497334173272576&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/5827497334173272576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/5827497334173272576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/03/apenas-mais-uma-carta-de-amor.html' title='.::Apenas mais uma carta de Amor::.'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/Sa8DH0HsAfI/AAAAAAAAAtI/8HGS1JvmEZ0/s72-c/ATgAAACez8Bkr12FxpazsU-b88MgoMDm2V2LW1XoTMLt8Q3H0Gs7vPD0P-6VitUeOUx_JJaM-1tYvyFex_Kx2AemZ1BmAJtU9VCIXkZ8xiRP0jpFoc0b6AWSzL-74w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-3983055952385376327</id><published>2009-02-15T19:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:40:07.032-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensando em...'/><title type='text'>Anafalbetismo Obrigatório</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SZdFTFrcxHI/AAAAAAAAAsg/C322I3oNT3Q/s1600-h/cadernos.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302783280496297074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SZdFTFrcxHI/AAAAAAAAAsg/C322I3oNT3Q/s320/cadernos.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tranquilidade agora é sem trema.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;assim como várias outras palavras não têm seu antigos devidos (?), assim como os acentos e toda aquela história de oxitonas, proparoxitonas agora não têm tanto valor quanto antes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora, acentos são só assentos, ou seja, apenas para sentar e os hifens só servem para criar endereços de e-mail mesmo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aff... que desperdício...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Durante o final do ano passado eu comecei a fazer faculdade, letras; Eu queria muito ser professora, não admitia, mas queria muito ser professora...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora não quero mais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagino como deve ser constrangedor para os professores de antes e de hoje ser obrigado a ensinar a Língua Portuguesa, imagino como deve ser dificil ensinar uma coisa que não foi o que aprendemos, e que mudou de um dia para o outro...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando eu era criança (?) eu adorava estudar Português, era a matéria que eu mais amava, amava acentos, pontos e acima de tudo: amava palavras...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E agora, de repente descubro que não sei mais escrever!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não sei escrever... nem as centenas de pessoas que me fizeram companhia durante a minha jornada estudantil, nem os professores que me ensinaram tudo o que sei hoje, nem as milhares de gerações que antecederam a mim... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ninguém mais sabe escrever!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talvez minha irmã de 11 anos se disponha a aprender tudo e talvez ela me ensine mais tarde - só pra eu não pagar um micão!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ou talvez eu devesse apagar minha memória que já é escassa e voltar a Pré escola (é assim que se escreve?), começar do zero e aprender tuuuuuudo de novo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sei quem foi o imbecil que inventou essa palhaçada toda, mas sou quase capaz de apostar que foi o nosso presidente burro...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É isso mesmo! ele não se conforma com o fato de que o povo brasileiro saiba mais que ele e dá-lhe mudança gramatical pra confundir e deixar-nos com o Q.I. igual ao dele...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coitado do Prof. Pasquale... estudou tanto pra nada...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6314371309200544102-3983055952385376327?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/3983055952385376327/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=3983055952385376327&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/3983055952385376327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/3983055952385376327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/02/anafalbetismo-obrigatorio.html' title='Anafalbetismo Obrigatório'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SZdFTFrcxHI/AAAAAAAAAsg/C322I3oNT3Q/s72-c/cadernos.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-6034710212168819079</id><published>2009-02-08T20:40:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:39:49.868-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderela compulsiva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fato real'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartas'/><title type='text'>Rafael...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SZCyuRILuUI/AAAAAAAAAsY/7_NCFwZ1T04/s1600-h/rafa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300933269356525890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SZCyuRILuUI/AAAAAAAAAsY/7_NCFwZ1T04/s320/rafa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;bom, boa parte dos meus dias eu fico pensando... pensando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;penso tanto que até me enjoô de pensar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;gostaria que várias coisas em mim fossem corretas e diretas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;sim! corretas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;como por exemplo essa minha mania ridicula de amar um e gostar de outro... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Ou quem sabe essa droga de indecisão que me persegue durante 24 horas dos meus dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;e durante esses meus muitos pensamentos insanos eu pensei que:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Rafael,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;eu não sei se o que vc diz sentir por mim é real ou não, mas eu fico torcendo pra que seja real, toda vez que vc diz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E eu gostaria realmente que vc soubesse que quando tudo começou entre a gente lá nakele dia 17 de fevereiro de 2008, eu queria só uma curtição, apenas uma coisa perigosa, ou quem sabe apenas um joguinho de prazer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Era isso o que vc era pra mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E eu sei que era isso que eu era pra vc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E agora nesse exato momento estou aki pensando se eu deveria pensar nisso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;isso mesmo! estou pensando que deveria parar de pensar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;loucura!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;vc é o tipo de cara que eu adoraria estar junto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;dakeles que se estou em sua companhia agente não fica calado nunca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nós sempre nos entendemos muito bem, mesmos gostos pra tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Livros, músicas, estilos... e maneiras de pensar sobre a vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;só que de repente, akela porcaria de joguinho de sedução começou a surtir efeito sobre mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;e não to conseguindo parar de pensar nisso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;todo akele papo de ficar sem sentimento foi pro brejo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;isso mesmo, todo o jogo que estavamos jogando virou sentimento!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;e por alguns instantes da minha vida eu pensei seriamente em largar tudo, pra ficar com vc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E eu não sei como isso aconteceu comigo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sempre fui akela pessoa que não se importa com sentimentos, que fica por ficar e que só quer se divertir;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E agora estava pensando em largar tudo, amor duradouro de três anos pra ficar apenas com você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;agora me pego pensando em vc toda hora, pensando em como seria estar ao seu lado, mais do que akela simples época de curtição que tivemos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;houve uma época de não muito tempo atrás que eu sentia uma nescessidade imensa de ficar com vc, não era gostar, nem amar, era paixão, era um desejo louco; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sei lá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Só sei que era forte e eu quase não conseguia controlar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;agora depois de uns meses vejo que todo aquele fogo, aquela paixão que me consumia se modificou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;não acabou, nem diminuiu, apenas modificou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Deixou de ser aquela coisa intensa e arrebatadora pra ser uma coisa calma e segura...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;akele sentimento todo não se acabou, acho que está ainda mais forte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;antes eu pedia forças a Deus para resistir a vc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hoje eu peço a Ele que meu amor por vc seja correspondido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;antes era vulcão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hoje é fogo que aquece um coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;antes era tempestade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hoje é apenas garoa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;antes era guerra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;agora é tudo akilo que me traz paz aki no meu peito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;eu sei que quando vc ler isso, vai achar banal e infantil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;mas é só uma nescessidade minha e urgente de falar o que já não consegue controlar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;não é que eu esteja esperando uma reação sua, é só apenas essa minha mania descarada de não conseguir guardar segredo dos meus sentimentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ah Rafael, não me deixa fazer a escolha errada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Por favor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;beijo :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;ps. desculpe vidu, mas eu tinha a nescessidade de falar...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-6034710212168819079?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/6034710212168819079/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=6034710212168819079&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/6034710212168819079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/6034710212168819079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/02/rafael.html' title='Rafael...'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SZCyuRILuUI/AAAAAAAAAsY/7_NCFwZ1T04/s72-c/rafa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-8615774021873865220</id><published>2009-01-30T16:51:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T16:54:00.423-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SYNMaYU_98I/AAAAAAAAAsI/cDOFpwfYYHg/s1600-h/amizade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SYNMaYU_98I/AAAAAAAAAsI/cDOFpwfYYHg/s400/amizade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297161602808674242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Oi...&lt;br /&gt;Meu nome não é Viviane, e meu apelido não é ViVi.&lt;br /&gt;Este blog não é meu, mas a pedido da ViVi, estou aki para postar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;MINHA AMIGA INESQUECÍVEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;“A amizade sincera nunca é esquecida, apenas cristalizada, para um momento qualquer, seja de novo reacendida e vivida plenamente.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Como é bom saber que mesmo através da distância e do tempo podemos nos considerar pessoas sortudas e felizes já que reencontramos numa sucessão de dias, horas e momentos, amigos inesquecíveis assim como você, e posso afirmar com plena certeza de que guardaremos na nossa lembrança todo e qualquer acontecimento vivido, mesmo sendo poucos. Esses instantes deixaram de existir, mas as lembranças de boas amizades permanecem no íntimo de cada um de nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Alguns amigos na nossa vida passam mesmo sendo insubstituíveis, mas esses amigos nunca nos deixam completamente sós, porque acabam deixando um pouco deles e levam um pouquinho de nós, e isso mostra que nada na vida é por acaso, não é destino, nem estava escrito é fato incontestável, que temos sempre pessoas preciosas ao nosso redor durante a nossa existência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minha amiga inesquecível&lt;/span&gt; que tenhas sempre essa força de vontade e coragem para desafiar o mundo e vencer os obstáculos da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucesso é o que te desejo e muita saúde, amor e paz, desejo também que Deus te abençoe, suavize seu caminho, ilumine os seus pensamentos e sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Postado por &lt;a href="http://asconstantesinconsistencias.blogspot.com"&gt;Rodolpho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-8615774021873865220?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/8615774021873865220/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=8615774021873865220&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/8615774021873865220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/8615774021873865220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/01/oi.html' title=''/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SYNMaYU_98I/AAAAAAAAAsI/cDOFpwfYYHg/s72-c/amizade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-7949054378946464467</id><published>2009-01-26T16:31:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:39:17.150-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensando em...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderela compulsiva'/><title type='text'>FINALMENTE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finalmente a noite chegou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finalmente posso mostrar o que sou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finalmente posso colocar minha cabeça em meu travesseiro e chorar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finalmente posso desabafar minhas tristezas sem medo de me decepcionar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SX4Isboa69I/AAAAAAAAAro/GZUG0Vv80iU/s1600-h/saudade+vidu.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295679771258842066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SX4Isboa69I/AAAAAAAAAro/GZUG0Vv80iU/s400/saudade+vidu.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-7949054378946464467?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/7949054378946464467/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=7949054378946464467&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/7949054378946464467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/7949054378946464467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/01/finalmente.html' title='FINALMENTE...'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SX4Isboa69I/AAAAAAAAAro/GZUG0Vv80iU/s72-c/saudade+vidu.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-21481579956865823</id><published>2009-01-13T22:04:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:38:59.178-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensando em...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderela compulsiva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fato real'/><title type='text'>NO MONEY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SW0wjg1UbdI/AAAAAAAAAqk/veRpwqutWNI/s1600-h/mae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290938523897327058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SW0wjg1UbdI/AAAAAAAAAqk/veRpwqutWNI/s200/mae.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SW0wZpwgdKI/AAAAAAAAAqc/pCz3X8uxJZg/s1600-h/eter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290938354494370978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SW0wZpwgdKI/AAAAAAAAAqc/pCz3X8uxJZg/s200/eter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SW0w9-rg0FI/AAAAAAAAAqs/qpSywtW7-ng/s1600-h/ff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290938978585858130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SW0w9-rg0FI/AAAAAAAAAqs/qpSywtW7-ng/s200/ff.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Putz...&lt;br /&gt;ficar sem trabalhar é foda mesmo,&lt;br /&gt;sempre achei isso, mas agora a situação tá critica...&lt;br /&gt;to procurando um trampo, pq como dizem, disse ficar sem dinheiro não dá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Pensei em ser hippie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ser hippie tambem não rola pra mim, esse negocio de paz e amor só funciona na teoria, pq mesmo que agente ame, sempre rola um barraco...&lt;br /&gt;paz e amor, não dá certo pra mim, eu preciso de money; MONEY! &lt;strong&gt;CA-PI-TA-LIS-MO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eu tenho que fazer as minha mileuma tatuagens, pq é pra isso que eu vivo!! oras!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Acho que se fosse por mim eu comeria agulhas de tatuagem, e beberia "eletrik ink", com toda a certeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SW0uBxI8dAI/AAAAAAAAAps/nZs-Duv8El8/s1600-h/mae.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A &lt;a href="http://likecockatoos.blogspot.com/"&gt;raquel&lt;/a&gt; disse que toda puta sustenta marido, filhos e tal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mas quem sabe se eu tiver sorte, eu até consigo ser uma puta &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(cheia de tatoos)&lt;/span&gt; que sustenta &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(suas tatoos) &lt;/span&gt;a si mesma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que pensar bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nescessidades extremas estão começando a me &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(gritar)&lt;/span&gt; pedir medidas extremas...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SW0xSk8XA7I/AAAAAAAAAq0/vfjoCSMttoo/s1600-h/vidu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290939332454450098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SW0xSk8XA7I/AAAAAAAAAq0/vfjoCSMttoo/s320/vidu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SW0xcoM0FGI/AAAAAAAAAq8/FS0L3yBNFw4/s1600-h/mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290939505127461986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SW0xcoM0FGI/AAAAAAAAAq8/FS0L3yBNFw4/s320/mom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SW0vb9F8K3I/AAAAAAAAAqM/PyD8MiP1oBE/s1600-h/mae.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-21481579956865823?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/21481579956865823/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=21481579956865823&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/21481579956865823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/21481579956865823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-money.html' title='NO MONEY'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SW0wjg1UbdI/AAAAAAAAAqk/veRpwqutWNI/s72-c/mae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-4800008708562201161</id><published>2009-01-11T20:27:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:38:35.614-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fato real'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartas'/><title type='text'>Parabens, amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SWpy_W3WRfI/AAAAAAAAApc/qURZWPDlL5g/s1600-h/imagem.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 361px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 358px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290167145095120370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SWpy_W3WRfI/AAAAAAAAApc/qURZWPDlL5g/s400/imagem.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Ah meu amor...espero que esse dia seja mto espcial pra vc!!!e fico muito feliz por estar com vc nesse dia que é tão importante não só pra vc, mas pra mim também...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;É importante pra mim porque significa mais um ano que o amor se fez presente em forma de pessoa para me fazer feliz;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;É importante pra mim porque vc, amor da minha vida; faz hoje mais um ano de vida ao meu lado;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;É importante pra mim porque muitas vezes comemorei ao seu lado essa data, e comemorarei até onde Deus permitir;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;É importante pra mim porque apesar dos anos terem pasado pra nós, meu amor por vc não mudou nada;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;É importante pra mim porque a cada ano que envelhecemos, nosso amor amadurece mais e mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;É importante pra mim porque quero comemorar junto com vc esse e ainda muitos e muitos anos que ainda virão para nós... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SWp5aUAKlbI/AAAAAAAAApk/mdN4BZ8JX50/s1600-h/viane.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290174205253031346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SWp5aUAKlbI/AAAAAAAAApk/mdN4BZ8JX50/s400/viane.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;É importante pra mim porque é você quem eu quero ter ao meu lado, velhinho e caduco dormindo comigo quando a nossa velhice chegar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;É importante pra mim porque sua vida ainda bate em compasso com a minha, e quando a sua deixar de existir a minha se fará muito infeliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;TE AMO MEU AMOR...TE AMO MEU GRANDE AMOR, MINHA VIDA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-4800008708562201161?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/4800008708562201161/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=4800008708562201161&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/4800008708562201161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/4800008708562201161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/01/ah-meu-amor.html' title='Parabens, amor...'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SWpy_W3WRfI/AAAAAAAAApc/qURZWPDlL5g/s72-c/imagem.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-8212282935662654729</id><published>2009-01-07T15:44:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:38:22.207-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensando em...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartas'/><title type='text'>E se...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SWOnW63TZ4I/AAAAAAAAAn0/UgoYEFwjWBc/s1600-h/saudade.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288254399663269762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SWOnW63TZ4I/AAAAAAAAAn0/UgoYEFwjWBc/s400/saudade.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A cada passo que você caminhar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em cada caminho que você andar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu estarei lá, porque somos um...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E assim seremos eternamente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas se algum dia se sentires perdido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olhe para dentro de você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E me encontre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não é que eu saiba a direção correta,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas juntos e perdidos é que encontraremos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O amor...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E se algum dia por acaso &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu me sentir perdida e sozinha &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Procurarei você e o encontrarei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dentro do meu coração...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ouvirei seu coração &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E lá encontrarei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu grande, único e &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eterno refúgio...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olharei no fundo dos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seus olhos e lá &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encontrarei o &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brilho incessante das estrelas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E ainda que a estrela &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais brilhante do universo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seja ofuscada pelos males do mundo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ainda brilhará intensamente...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O meu amor por você...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-8212282935662654729?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/8212282935662654729/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=8212282935662654729&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/8212282935662654729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/8212282935662654729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/01/e-se.html' title='E se...'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SWOnW63TZ4I/AAAAAAAAAn0/UgoYEFwjWBc/s72-c/saudade.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-3532363065880125394</id><published>2009-01-06T16:05:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:37:57.044-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartas'/><title type='text'>Verdades.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mesmo que o tempo te afaste de uma só vez, mesmo que o tempo te leve para longe, sem dó nem piedade;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saiba, que de todos amores que tive, o seu foi o mais verdadeiro;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De todas as bocas por mim beijadas, a tua foi a mais saborosa;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De todos os toques que me tocaram, o seu é o que eu mais gosto de sentir;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De todas as canções que mexem comigo, a nossa é a que eu não consigo esquecer;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De todos os que me "tiveram", você foi o único que de fato me possuiu...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por favor meu amor,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leia essas palavras, colha-as com carinho e as espalhe ao vento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diga aos 4 cantos que você tem um amor,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que talvez ele seja o maior,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ou talvez ele seja apenas o mais bonito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diga a todos que ele te ama incondicionalmente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E acima de tudo, acredite nas palavras que colhe e que semeia ao mundo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois de todas as minhas histórias contadas, de todas as minhas palavras proferidas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Essas são as mais verdadeiras...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você é o amor da minha vida...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-3532363065880125394?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-7930803109989486487</id><published>2009-01-05T15:24:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:37:38.189-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensando em...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderela compulsiva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartas'/><title type='text'>Tempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sei bem que, agora minhas palavras já não valem nada para você;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sei que nada do que eu disser vai fazer você acreditar no sentimento que eu tenho por você...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só há uma coisa que pode te trazer de volta pra mim,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só uma coisa nesse mundo pode fazer com que vc confie em mim novamente...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E infelizmente, isso não depende de mim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A única coisa que poderá nos reaproximar é o tempo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só espero que ele não acabe por te levar embora de uma vez...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-7930803109989486487?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/7930803109989486487/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=7930803109989486487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/7930803109989486487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/7930803109989486487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/01/tempo.html' title='Tempo...'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-8883804182509839114</id><published>2009-01-03T20:32:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:37:00.002-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderela compulsiva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fato real'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartas'/><title type='text'>A culpa é dele!</title><content type='html'>Erro dos dois.&lt;br /&gt;Sim. Eu estou incluída nesse erro sim senhor!&lt;br /&gt;O fato é que eu e ele temos um caso.&lt;br /&gt;Não um caso de amor, daqueles que toda adolescente babaca sonha em ter, mas um caso de extrema burrice.&lt;br /&gt;Burrice e desejo.&lt;br /&gt;É isso. Apenas isso.&lt;br /&gt;Eu o desejo e ele me deseja, está nos nossos olhos;&lt;br /&gt;Isso não é segredo, você sabe.&lt;br /&gt;Alías, todos sabem!&lt;br /&gt;Mas nós, eu e ele, sabemos que isso nunca vai passar de "beijinhos, beijinho e tchau, tchau";&lt;br /&gt;Só isso!&lt;br /&gt;Ele me leva até o portão de casa e tudo já muda, a realidade já é outra, não tem mais aqueles beijos calientes e aqueles amassos gostosos que só quem quer muito tranzar saber dar.&lt;br /&gt;É só um beijo de despedida, não tem promessa de se ver novamente ou "deixa pra próxima", mas o desejo está ali, escondidinho naqueles lindos olhos que ele tem;&lt;br /&gt;Nós, até hoje nunca conseguimos chegar aos "finalmentes" e isso só piora, porque agente fica, o desejo aflora, mas nada acontece.&lt;br /&gt;Ou seja, desejo acumulado.&lt;br /&gt;E a cada dia acumula mais e mais...&lt;br /&gt;Aí, quando agente não aguenta mais, agente acaba ficando denovo.&lt;br /&gt;E é nessa parte que entra a burrice, pelomenos a &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;minha&lt;/span&gt; burrice começa aqui...&lt;br /&gt;Começa aqui porque eu não posso ficar com ele, de jeito nenhum!&lt;br /&gt;Mas o maldito do desejo, a maldita da vontade de terminar o que começamos, faz com que eu fique com ele novamente...&lt;br /&gt;Aí o fim vc já sabe;&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo erro. Denovo.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que o meu desejo ou seja o que for essa coisa que eu não consigo controlar, me deixa cega!&lt;br /&gt;Não. Cega não!&lt;br /&gt;Me deixa é burra, burríssima, tapada!&lt;br /&gt;Só pode ser! porque repetir o mesmo erro mais de três vezes é burrice!&lt;br /&gt;E foi isso o que eu fiz! Repeti o mesmo erro um milhão de vezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora pago com a sua ainda mais cruel distância...&lt;br /&gt;Porque vc ainda não percebeu que a culpa não é totalmente minha, tenho a minha parcela de culpa sim, mas a culpa é, também, desse desejo burro e louco que toma conta de mim.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;E dele também, é claro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-8883804182509839114?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/8883804182509839114/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=8883804182509839114&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/8883804182509839114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/8883804182509839114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/01/erro-dos-dois.html' title='A culpa é dele!'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-4629035927607692712</id><published>2009-01-02T22:05:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:35:31.480-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fato real'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartas'/><title type='text'>Amor de tentações</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sinto muito que nossa linda historia tenha terminado assim, my love.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto muito mesmo.eu já imaginava que essa seria a sua decisão;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Saiba que desde hoje minha vida já não é mais a mesma, e não será nunca mais igual sem vc...&lt;br /&gt;Sei que errei feio nessa, sei que não devia ter ficado com ele;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Errei. e estou disposta a pagar com a sua ainda mais pertubadora ausência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Errei, mas não sou perfeita, algumas coisas ainda fogem do meu controle antes que eu perceba!&lt;br /&gt;Sinto muito por ter destruido todos os nossos planos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Desculpe por ter acabado com tudo que havia de mais bonito no nosso relacionamento, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Desculpe por ter acabado com nosso sentimento assim, da maneira que vc jamais desejou acabar...&lt;br /&gt;Desculpe, por ter magoado vc, mais uma vez;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Desculpe my love se ainda sou muito fraca;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Desculpe minha vida, se minha palavra já não vale mais nada;&lt;br /&gt;Somente me desulpe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Espero que fique bem minha vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E não se esqueça que ainda te amo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Por toda a eternidade e mais um dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286853401471602242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SV6tKF5HzkI/AAAAAAAAAns/vX1y7ye1vec/s400/vivi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E saiba que entre nós não existe um AMOR de tentações...&lt;br /&gt;É apenas um caso de burrice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;De ambas as partes, da parte dele porque gosta de outra mas fica comigo...&lt;br /&gt;...De minha parte porque insiste sempre no mesmo erro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desculpe-me, minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;Desculpe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-4629035927607692712?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/4629035927607692712/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=4629035927607692712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/4629035927607692712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/4629035927607692712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2009/01/amor-de-tentaes.html' title='Amor de tentações'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SV6tKF5HzkI/AAAAAAAAAns/vX1y7ye1vec/s72-c/vivi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-632908128729535403</id><published>2008-12-29T23:05:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:35:17.759-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensando em...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Está chegando mais um fim de ano e junto com esse “fim” sempre me vem a estranha sensação de que ainda falta alguma coisa pra fazer ou pra terminar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E isso é estranho... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;parece que o ano durou menos do que devia, pois sempre&lt;br /&gt;fica algo que não deu tempo – ou foi esquecido – de ser feito. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O caso é que ao longo dos dias as coisas vão acontecendo e sempre me fazendo esquecer ou deixar pra depois alguns de meus planos; e é nesse “isso primeiro”, “deixa pra amanhã” ou “depois eu termino” que o ano vai passando, e nesse passar ele chega ao fim, e com esse fim o plano fica pra o próximo ano ou pro próximo do próximo ou até pro próximo do próximo do próximo do próximo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O problema não é deixar pra o próximo ano, problema é que pra que eu realize no ano seguinte, tenho que deixar de realizar coisas que já estava planejando para serem feitas nele, aí o que não pude fazer nele eu deixo pro próximo, e assim por diante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por mais que eu tenha me realizado, eu sempre acho que eu poderia ter me realizado mais;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E lá se vão mais promessas de início e fim de ano!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O foda não é deixar uma coisa inacabada,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O foda é que todo fim de ano tem uma coisa a ser terminada,&lt;br /&gt;começada ou continuada... e isso me deixa fula!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como presente de natal eu desejo a vocês essa sensação de sempre ter algo pra terminar, Não pra que fiquem com a sensação de inacabados, mas para que a cada início de ano vocês sintam que têm um novo motivo pra continuar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Espero que o natal de todos vocês tenha sido ótimo e que o novo ano seja ainda mais maravilhoso, cheio de vitorias e conquistas porque vocês merecem!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;estou aki, mesmo de longe torcendo para que o ano de 2009 seja lotado de paz, amor, amigos, e claro, muito dinheiro!!rsrsrs &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;espero que Deus nos dê muita força, para superar os obstaculos que a vida nos impôe e ainda mais força para que nós possamos passar adiante tudo o que aprendemos nessa escola maravilhosa que é viver...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ps. sabe akele cabelo vermelhão fogo?, sim foi embora! agora tenho um pretinho azulado. mas pelo menos ficou liso! rsrs, olha aí:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285386727774376546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SVl3OcmOUmI/AAAAAAAAAnk/S3U6tWfXyYE/s400/SDC16055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ai jesus! que emoção!!! rsrsrs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;um bjão cheio de carinho &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-632908128729535403?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/632908128729535403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=632908128729535403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/632908128729535403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/632908128729535403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2008/12/est-chegando-mais-um-fim-de-ano-e-junto.html' title=''/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SVl3OcmOUmI/AAAAAAAAAnk/S3U6tWfXyYE/s72-c/SDC16055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-8430595278692680740</id><published>2008-12-18T09:57:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T09:57:00.552-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Progresso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora me dêem licença&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que vou ali no salão fazer minha progressiva&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;que pobre tamém pode ter cabelo liso tá?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hum!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280884981320239202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SUl46UNJyGI/AAAAAAAAAnc/DDNS1DG4Cnk/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/6314371309200544102-8430595278692680740?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/8430595278692680740/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=8430595278692680740&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/8430595278692680740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/8430595278692680740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2008/12/progresso.html' title='Progresso'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SUl46UNJyGI/AAAAAAAAAnc/DDNS1DG4Cnk/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-7301434815261668963</id><published>2008-12-17T19:30:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:34:44.472-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensando em...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderela compulsiva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fato real'/><title type='text'>E depois da tempestade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SUlwt_8UMOI/AAAAAAAAAnU/DVczGlcvc6Y/s1600-h/vivi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280875973629456610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SUlwt_8UMOI/AAAAAAAAAnU/DVczGlcvc6Y/s400/vivi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enfim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou voltando ás antigas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alegria, Viviane!! Alegria!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;trampo novo que tá 80% acertado,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amigos nota 1000 que só levantam o meu astral,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;novas tatoossssss,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;um cabelitcho &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;vermelhofogoalaranjado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; suuuuuuper cool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e muita vontade de escrever...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agora é hora da bonança!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela vai chegar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vocês vão ver!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me aguardem que eu to com a corda toda!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Háháháhá!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ah! E depois eu boto &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(hã? galinha?)&lt;/span&gt; as fotinhas das minhas novas tatoos aquieeee...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E não, não. essa foto não é nova&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E depois tamém eu punho &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(hã?²)&lt;/span&gt; umas fotinhas do meeeeu cabelitcho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;vermelhofogoalaranjadoooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rsrsrsrs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beeejo pessoaaaaassss&lt;/strong&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/6314371309200544102-7301434815261668963?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/7301434815261668963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=7301434815261668963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/7301434815261668963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/7301434815261668963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2008/12/e-depois-da-tempestade.html' title='E depois da tempestade...'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/SUlwt_8UMOI/AAAAAAAAAnU/DVczGlcvc6Y/s72-c/vivi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6314371309200544102.post-1169200820799940758</id><published>2008-12-08T20:43:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:34:21.960-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensando em...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderela compulsiva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fato real'/><title type='text'>loucura...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talvez eu tenha realmente enlouquecido&lt;br /&gt;Porque não é normal alguém ser assim tão inconstante e insatisfeita;&lt;br /&gt;Não é normal alguém jogar tudo pro alto, jogar uma vida, sentimentos e sonhos fora assim, sem mais nem menos...&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo me satisfazer com as coisas ao meu redor e eu nem sei porque!!&lt;br /&gt;Não sei porque sou assim tão seleta, talvez seja pelo fato de eu esperar demais da vida e essas grandes expectativas sempre me causam grandes decepções…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que não me acostumo com nada, só sei que não me conformo com nada;&lt;br /&gt;Sei também que minha vida não está correspondendo às minhas expectativas e estou disposta a tudo para que passe a corresponder…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aff, to louca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo pensar em mais nada além da vontade de morrer. De me livrar logo de tudo isso e procurar um novo caminho para a felicidade…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276441864731048818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/STmv65FLO3I/AAAAAAAAAnM/Xm-POEGh84s/s400/crazy+dog.bmp" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6314371309200544102-1169200820799940758?l=cartasdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/1169200820799940758/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6314371309200544102&amp;postID=1169200820799940758&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/1169200820799940758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6314371309200544102/posts/default/1169200820799940758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasdalua.blogspot.com/2008/12/loucura.html' title='loucura...'/><author><name>CiNDeReLa CoMpUlSiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690563629466024056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z__sWmRH7w/TZnECk4GlNI/AAAAAAAABDk/ycdQ0IA5lvE/s220/IMG0048A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rW8nnyVIxqk/STmv65FLO3I/AAAAAAAAAnM/Xm-POEGh84s/s72-c/crazy+dog.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
