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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-sFsPyuKlQ/TyioO3PAifI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/OEHbCbO3Qb0/s1600/supergirl__s_ass_by_auronasia-d38lymp.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-sFsPyuKlQ/TyioO3PAifI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/OEHbCbO3Qb0/s320/supergirl__s_ass_by_auronasia-d38lymp.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sob o chuveiro, sabão e beijos&lt;br /&gt;Quero te tocar e ser tocada por ti.&lt;br /&gt;Meu peito apoiada nas tuas costas&lt;br /&gt;A língua no pescoço, ao redor da nuca;&lt;br /&gt;Teus músculos se retesaram&lt;br /&gt;Ofertando uma parte de ti!&lt;br /&gt;Quando vejo por uma nesga de camisa&lt;br /&gt;A fluidez da beleza&lt;br /&gt;É tão somente desejo escorregante&lt;br /&gt;Que penetra em mim,&lt;br /&gt;Tornando-me uma escrava&lt;br /&gt;De corpo e alma.&lt;br /&gt;Te desejando,&lt;br /&gt;Pedacinho por pedacinho,&lt;br /&gt;Percebo que a tua totalidade&lt;br /&gt;Me escapa&lt;br /&gt;Deixanda-me desesperada e faminta&lt;br /&gt;De uma maneira quase servil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Autor: (Anahí Raphael)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-2168825636933359584?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/2168825636933359584/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=2168825636933359584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/2168825636933359584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/2168825636933359584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2012/01/meu-desejo.html' title='Meu desejo'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-sFsPyuKlQ/TyioO3PAifI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/OEHbCbO3Qb0/s72-c/supergirl__s_ass_by_auronasia-d38lymp.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-3286741471475965755</id><published>2012-01-31T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T18:44:14.940-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mulher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Mulheres Raras</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"O brilhante é como a mulher...de brio... é  raro.... mulheres das quais, a presença delas por si só e marcante,  imponente sem precisar fazer esforço, naturalmente!!!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Autor: (Cleci E Bling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-3286741471475965755?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/3286741471475965755/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=3286741471475965755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/3286741471475965755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/3286741471475965755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2012/01/mulheres-raras.html' title='Mulheres Raras'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-5044943480581977308</id><published>2011-12-28T14:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T14:12:09.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>______Já percebeu? Quando você esquece que aquela pessoa existe, ela dá um jeito de voltar pra sua vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-5044943480581977308?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/5044943480581977308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=5044943480581977308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/5044943480581977308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/5044943480581977308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2011/12/ja-percebeu-quando-voce-esquece-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-4324778732082449744</id><published>2011-12-28T14:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T14:05:26.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;"Abri a boca e quase disse algo. Quase. O resto da minha vida poderia ter sido diferente se eu tivesse dito alguma coisa naquela hora. Mas, não disse. Só fiquei olhando. Paralisado..."&lt;/span&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/7055212577165357016-4324778732082449744?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/4324778732082449744/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=4324778732082449744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/4324778732082449744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/4324778732082449744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2011/12/abri-boca-e-quase-disse-algo.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-9092545667007497606</id><published>2011-12-28T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T14:02:03.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Um brinde ao que deu certo, ao que não deu em nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #a64d79;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Um brinde ao caminho incerto, à pessoa errada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #a64d79;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Um brinde à tudo que acontece, um brinde ao que nunca vai acontecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #a64d79;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;À tudo que mudou, e a tudo que nunca vai mudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #a64d79;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Um brinde ao acaso !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #a64d79;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #a64d79;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #a64d79;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;2012.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7055212577165357016-9092545667007497606?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/9092545667007497606/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=9092545667007497606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/9092545667007497606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/9092545667007497606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2011/12/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-650329148811587131</id><published>2011-12-05T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T18:35:43.956-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor perdido'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>Frases de Filmes!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: purple; color: #ead1dc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Se você ama alguem... você tem que dizer, na hora, em voz alta. Senão, o momento apenas passa por você..." -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: purple; color: #ead1dc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O Casamento do meu Melhor Amigo.&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/7055212577165357016-650329148811587131?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/650329148811587131/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=650329148811587131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/650329148811587131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/650329148811587131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2011/12/frases-de-filmes.html' title='Frases de Filmes!!'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-4253551772708778917</id><published>2011-12-05T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T18:18:25.189-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katy Perry'/><title type='text'>Last Friday Night (T.G.I.F.) Noite de Sexta-feira Passada</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KlyXNRrsk4A" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Última sexta-feira&lt;br /&gt;Sim, eu acho que nós quebramos a lei&lt;br /&gt;Sempre dizemos que iremos parar&lt;br /&gt;Whoa-oh-oah&lt;br /&gt;Mas esta sexta-feira&lt;br /&gt;Faremos tudo de novo."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-4253551772708778917?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/4253551772708778917/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=4253551772708778917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/4253551772708778917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/4253551772708778917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2011/12/last-friday-night-tgif-noite-de-sexta.html' title='Last Friday Night (T.G.I.F.) Noite de Sexta-feira Passada'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/KlyXNRrsk4A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-351980296149632044</id><published>2011-08-31T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T19:36:07.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DVD Gusttavo Lima - Arrasta</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OjrH4MEmuZY?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-351980296149632044?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/351980296149632044/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=351980296149632044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/351980296149632044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/351980296149632044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2011/08/dvd-gusttavo-lima-arrasta.html' title='DVD Gusttavo Lima - Arrasta'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/OjrH4MEmuZY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-2476555655015301530</id><published>2011-08-28T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T20:04:32.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to vendendo beijo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='negocios'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beijo'/><title type='text'>Tô Vendendo Beijo - Humberto e Ronaldo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="div_letra" style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pZayrMootIo/TlsBlvD85-I/AAAAAAAAA8E/vY1moQaKtRY/s1600/o-beijo1-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pZayrMootIo/TlsBlvD85-I/AAAAAAAAA8E/vY1moQaKtRY/s320/o-beijo1-1.jpg" width="235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tô num tipo de negócio novo&lt;br /&gt;Não tem segredo é só aproveitar&lt;br /&gt;Mudei de vida tô de carro novo&lt;br /&gt;Nunca gostei tanto de trabalhar&lt;br /&gt;Larguei de ser advogado&lt;br /&gt;Hoje faço o que eu quiser&lt;br /&gt;Não tem patrão, não tem horário&lt;br /&gt;Nem tem mais o que dizer&lt;br /&gt;Se Deus me deu um grande dom&lt;br /&gt;Trabalho duro noite e dia&lt;br /&gt;Pintou vontade é só chamar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tô vendendo beijo pra mulher que tá sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Tô vendendo beijo pras bonita e pras feinha&lt;br /&gt;Tô vendendo beijo&lt;br /&gt;Sou seu beijoqueiro é só chamar que eu vou já já&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/7055212577165357016-2476555655015301530?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/2476555655015301530/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=2476555655015301530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/2476555655015301530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/2476555655015301530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2011/08/to-vendendo-beijo-humberto-e-ronaldo.html' title='Tô Vendendo Beijo - Humberto e Ronaldo'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pZayrMootIo/TlsBlvD85-I/AAAAAAAAA8E/vY1moQaKtRY/s72-c/o-beijo1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-8149350142896247738</id><published>2011-08-24T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T20:03:13.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenho que parar de associar música com pessoas. Um dia a pessoa faz merda e estraga uma música que eu gosto.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqTL3OR0KBI/Te5JK4P4yWI/AAAAAAAAAzM/FSbDBp6Tg-M/s1600/coracaomusico.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqTL3OR0KBI/Te5JK4P4yWI/AAAAAAAAAzM/FSbDBp6Tg-M/s400/coracaomusico.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-8149350142896247738?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/8149350142896247738/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=8149350142896247738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/8149350142896247738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/8149350142896247738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2011/08/tenho-que-parar-de-associar-musica-com.html' title='Tenho que parar de associar música com pessoas. Um dia a pessoa faz merda e estraga uma música que eu gosto.'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqTL3OR0KBI/Te5JK4P4yWI/AAAAAAAAAzM/FSbDBp6Tg-M/s72-c/coracaomusico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-2045573851572672529</id><published>2011-08-24T19:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T19:59:39.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paralamas</title><content type='html'>Lembrei dos Paralamas: “Cuide bem do seu amor”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao contrário dos filmes e do desejo popular, se tiver de ser será, etc, &lt;br /&gt;o amor é o eterno pique até a porta do elevador fechando.&lt;br /&gt;Quer dizer, torça para que tenha alguém dentro, que te ouça gritar “segura, por favor!”, &lt;br /&gt;e, fundamentalmente, corra na direção dele(a).”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desconheço o autor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-2045573851572672529?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/2045573851572672529/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=2045573851572672529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/2045573851572672529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/2045573851572672529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2011/08/paralamas.html' title='Paralamas'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-8055238605315931920</id><published>2011-08-19T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T19:27:45.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Você Me Ganhou De Presente - Paula Toller</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="div_letra" style="color: red;"&gt;Você me ganhou de presente&lt;br /&gt;Com laço e etiqueta de garantia&lt;br /&gt;Foi num dia de alegria&lt;br /&gt;Você fez bem o gesto que eu queria&lt;br /&gt;Mas não deu mole&lt;br /&gt;Não deu mole&lt;br /&gt;Não deu mole&lt;br /&gt;Você não deu mole&lt;br /&gt;Nunca esteve numa de me alcançar&lt;br /&gt;Nem estava no 'mood' de casar&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre estive à mão, que isso me console&lt;br /&gt;Mas você não&lt;br /&gt;Você não deu mole&lt;br /&gt;Você me ganhou de presente&lt;br /&gt;No laço e na promessa de guarita&lt;br /&gt;Você me sorriu na galeria&lt;br /&gt;E tinha bem o gosto que eu queria,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não deu mole&lt;br /&gt;Não deu mole&lt;br /&gt;Não deu mole, meu bem&lt;br /&gt;Você não deu mole&lt;br /&gt;Nunca teve medo de me ver partir&lt;br /&gt;Nem vai perder seu tempo pra me desmentir&lt;br /&gt;Nem me criticar&lt;br /&gt;Eu que me console&lt;br /&gt;Porque você não&lt;br /&gt;Você não dá mole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRbKZw9ry6k/Tk1xbHMybNI/AAAAAAAABEc/YCHlkJq5ykQ/s400/cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+doente.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="249" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRbKZw9ry6k/Tk1xbHMybNI/AAAAAAAABEc/YCHlkJq5ykQ/s320/cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+doente.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Se eu chorar, você até se comove&lt;br /&gt;Mas assim já é demais&lt;br /&gt;Nem eu me agüento&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu não dou mole&lt;br /&gt;Eu não dou mole&lt;br /&gt;Não dou mole, meu bem&lt;br /&gt;Também não dou mole...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-8055238605315931920?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/8055238605315931920/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=8055238605315931920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/8055238605315931920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/8055238605315931920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2011/08/voce-me-ganhou-de-presente-paula-toller.html' title='Você Me Ganhou De Presente - Paula Toller'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRbKZw9ry6k/Tk1xbHMybNI/AAAAAAAABEc/YCHlkJq5ykQ/s72-c/cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+doente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-3633673610784882739</id><published>2011-08-13T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T20:18:47.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Príncipe encantado?</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Se  engana o homem que acha que o sonho de toda mulher é achar o príncipe  encantado. O sonho de toda mulher mesmo é comer tudo que ela quiser e  não engordar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-3633673610784882739?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/3633673610784882739/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=3633673610784882739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/3633673610784882739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/3633673610784882739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2011/08/principe-encantado.html' title='Príncipe encantado?'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-4276900185008657750</id><published>2011-08-13T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T20:11:57.882-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='redes sociais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piadas'/><title type='text'>Vício é escravidão, seja qual for é sempre prejudicial.  KKKKKKKKKK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ly2S8Md0yrs/Tkc8qo4d0EI/AAAAAAAAA8A/-hKDG6CJT7k/s1600/vicio.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ly2S8Md0yrs/Tkc8qo4d0EI/AAAAAAAAA8A/-hKDG6CJT7k/s640/vicio.png" width="486" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-4276900185008657750?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/4276900185008657750/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=4276900185008657750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/4276900185008657750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/4276900185008657750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2011/08/vicio-e-escravidao-seja-qual-for-e.html' title='Vício é escravidão, seja qual for é sempre prejudicial.  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color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O tempo passou eu continuei acordando e indo dormir todos os dias  querendo ser mais feliz para  ele, mais bonita para ele, mais mulher  para ele.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Até que algo sensacional  aconteceu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Um belo dia eu acordei tão bonita, tão feliz, tão realizada, tão  mulher que eu acabei me tornando mulher demais para ele.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele quem  mesmo?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Tati Bernardi)&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/7055212577165357016-5583329254823452490?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/5583329254823452490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=5583329254823452490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/5583329254823452490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/5583329254823452490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2011/07/um-dia-gente-acorda.html' title='Um dia a gente acorda!!!'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-8254398622837060884</id><published>2011-07-22T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T18:21:17.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E eu nunca disse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;O tempo passou e  você não veio. E eu nunca disse que eu sentaria e esperaria por você.  Talvez, se eu tivesse dito, você até teria vindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;E eu nunca disse que com você foi diferente. Talvez, se eu tivesse dito, você até teria vindo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu nunca disse que eu te amava, mas também nunca disse que eu não te amava. Talvez, se eu tivesse dito, você até teria vindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;E  eu nunca disse que por você eu era capaz de tudo, de deixar meio mundo e  seguir ao teu lado. Talvez, se eu tivesse dito, você até teria vindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Porque,  pensando bem, você também nunca disse nada que me acalmasse, me  confortasse ou me desse um fio de esperança qualquer. Talvez, se você  tivesse dito, eu até teria ido, talvez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Por  tudo que se calou, por este que te amou, talvez eu tenha até dito, tudo  isso e muito mais, e você é que nunca tenha me ouvido. Bobagem tentar  mudar. Agora, é seguir em frente e sonhar, com quem queria escutar.  Quando o amor responde em ecos, é melhor deixar de amar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://api.ning.com/files/eeID5zF6TxPLFTXcmUg5CKhm4Btah6hXxgeKAXvf6IGEpzrigPqqAIA86Ms*ZDlHsVsVlZexo*yCEI3Bswxg14V8XCcdLrJo/o_amor_acontece_de_repente.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="488" src="http://api.ning.com/files/eeID5zF6TxPLFTXcmUg5CKhm4Btah6hXxgeKAXvf6IGEpzrigPqqAIA86Ms*ZDlHsVsVlZexo*yCEI3Bswxg14V8XCcdLrJo/o_amor_acontece_de_repente.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Autoria:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="post-labels"&gt; Ruleandson do Carmo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&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/7055212577165357016-8254398622837060884?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/8254398622837060884/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=8254398622837060884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/8254398622837060884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/8254398622837060884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2011/07/e-eu-nunca-disse.html' title='E eu nunca disse...'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-8021231129690850833</id><published>2011-07-11T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T19:16:01.254-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>Frases para pensar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Eu passei meses me perguntando o que eu fiz de errado. Mas se eu te  quis e tentei e você não, então eu não fiz nada de errado" (House)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&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/7055212577165357016-8021231129690850833?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/8021231129690850833/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=8021231129690850833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/8021231129690850833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/8021231129690850833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2011/07/frases-para-pensar.html' title='Frases para pensar...'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-2306545961981511989</id><published>2011-07-04T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T19:58:21.513-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eduardo baqueiro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sinceridade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Nós que não desatam (Então, topas?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #cad0e6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cad0e6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #95608a; font-size: medium;"&gt;Gostaria&amp;nbsp;ao menos uma vez, &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cad0e6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #95608a; font-size: medium;"&gt;sentar em qualquer lugar com você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #95608a; font-size: medium;"&gt;Gostaria de que o mundo parasse para   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #95608a; font-size: medium;"&gt;que tivéssemos todo tempo&amp;nbsp;só para nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #95608a; font-size: medium;"&gt;Gostaria de falar de nossas coisas,   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #95608a; font-size: medium;"&gt;mas sem nenhuma crítica, &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #95608a; font-size: medium;"&gt;sem nenhum rancor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #95608a; font-size: medium;"&gt;Gostaria de saber como andas, &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #95608a; font-size: medium;"&gt;como tem sido sua vida, &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #95608a; font-size: medium;"&gt;se tem sido feliz ou se tem chorado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #95608a; font-size: medium;"&gt;Gostaria de conversar com você &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #95608a; font-size: medium;"&gt;como se conversa com um velho amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #95608a; font-size: medium;"&gt;Deixando de lado tudo que não &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #95608a; font-size: medium;"&gt;prestou para nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #95608a; font-size: medium;"&gt;Gostaria de ouvir sua risada gostosa,   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #95608a; font-size: medium;"&gt;debochando do passado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #95608a; font-size: medium;"&gt;e dos erros que ambos cometemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #95608a; font-size: medium;"&gt;Gostaria de poder estar ao seu lado    despido de qualquer sentimento inútil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #95608a; font-size: medium;"&gt;Gostaria de não deixar&amp;nbsp;para depois   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #95608a; font-size: medium;"&gt;Gostaria de que ele se realizasse    brevemente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #95608a; font-size: medium;"&gt;È uma necessidade de minha alma    desfazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #95608a; font-size: medium;"&gt;os nós que ficaram no passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #95608a; font-size: medium;"&gt;Mesmo que eu quisesse, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #95608a; font-size: medium;"&gt;eles não poderiam deixar de existir,   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #95608a; font-size: medium;"&gt;fazem parte da minha história&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #95608a; font-size: medium;"&gt;Talvez, também façam parte de sua    história &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #95608a; font-size: medium;"&gt;e estes nós não desatam sozinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #95608a; font-size: medium;"&gt;Talvez com pouco de amizade e boas    risadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #95608a; font-size: medium;"&gt;possamos enterrar nossos erros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #95608a; font-size: medium;"&gt;Não sei se significa alguma coisa pra    você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #95608a; font-size: medium;"&gt;mas minha consciência me cobra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #95608a; font-size: medium;"&gt;Gostaria de me olhar no espelho &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #95608a; font-size: medium;"&gt;e sorrir para mim mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #95608a; font-size: medium;"&gt;Sorrir satisfeito de ter desfeito mais    um nó,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #95608a; font-size: medium;"&gt;dentre muitos que tenho na vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #95608a; font-size: medium;"&gt;Que bom seria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #95608a; font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #95608a; font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #95608a; font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cad0e6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #95608a;"&gt;Eduardo Baqueiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #95608a; font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-2306545961981511989?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/2306545961981511989/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=2306545961981511989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/2306545961981511989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/2306545961981511989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2011/07/nos-que-nao-desatam-entao-topas.html' title='Nós que não desatam (Então, topas?)'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-5544027795517159031</id><published>2011-07-04T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T19:47:05.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Duas bolas, por favor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não há nada que me deixe mais frustrada do que pedir sorvete de sobremesa,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;contar os minutos até ele chegar e aí ver o garçom colocar na minha frente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uma bolinha minúscula do meu sorvete preferido. Uma só.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quanto mais sofisticado o restaurante, menor a porção da sobremesa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aí   a vontade que dá é de passar numa loja de conveniência, comprar um   litro de sorvete bem cremoso e saborear em casa com direito a repetir   quantas vezes a gente quiser, sem pensar em calorias, boas maneiras ou   moderação.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; O sorvete é só um exemplo do que tem sido nosso cotidiano. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  A  vida anda cheia de meias porções, de prazeres meia-boca, de  aventuras  pela metade. A gente sai pra jantar, mas come pouco. Vai à  festa de  casamento, mas resiste aos bombons,sai para uma balada e se  segura para  não dançar com medo do ridículo, conquista a chamada  liberdade sexual,  mas tem que fingir que é difícil (a imensa maioria  das mulheres continua  com pavor de ser rotulada de 'fácil' exatamente  por existir  mentes  assim!!!). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  Adora tomar um banho demorado, mas se contém pra não  desperdiçar os  recursos do planeta. Quer beijar aquele cara 20 anos mais  novo, ou   fazer um elogio, mas tem medo de fazer papel ridículo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tem vontade de ficar em casa vendo um DVD, esparramada no sofá,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  mas  se obriga a ir malhar. E por aí vai. Tantos deveres, tanta  preocupação  em 'acertar', tanto empenho em passar na vida sem pegar  recuperação... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Aí  a vida vai  ficando sem tempero, politicamente correta e  existencialmente  sem-graça, enquanto a gente vai ficando  melancolicamente sem tesão... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Às vezes dá vontade de fazer tudo 'errado'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixar de lado a régua, o compasso, a bússola, a balança&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; e os 10 mandamentos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  Ser  ridícula, inadequada, incoerente, livre, audaciosa, desencanada...  não  estar nem aí pro que dizem e o que pensam a nosso respeito.  Recusar  prazeres incompletos e meias porções. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Até Santo Agostinho, que foi santo, uma vez se rebelou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e disse uma frase mais ou menos assim:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 'Deus, dai-me continência e castidade, mas não agora'... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nós, que não aspiramos à santidade e estamos aqui de passagem,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;podemos   (devemos?) desejar várias bolas de sorvete, bombons de muitos sabores,   vários beijos bem dados, a água batendo sem pressa no corpo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; o coração saciado. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kh5DX8VPc8U/TZkRQoWWuPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/r2UJEs03laI/s1600/mulher_super_poderosa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kh5DX8VPc8U/TZkRQoWWuPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/r2UJEs03laI/s320/mulher_super_poderosa.jpg" width="242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um dia a gente cria juízo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Um dia. Não tem que ser agora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(desconheço o autor)&lt;/strong&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/7055212577165357016-5544027795517159031?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/5544027795517159031/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=5544027795517159031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/5544027795517159031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/5544027795517159031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2011/07/duas-bolas-por-favor.html' title='Duas bolas, por favor!'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kh5DX8VPc8U/TZkRQoWWuPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/r2UJEs03laI/s72-c/mulher_super_poderosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-5383299750529097434</id><published>2011-06-20T19:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T19:31:43.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hummm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Sexo com você,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;é como mergulhar em um oceano&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;e encontrar um tesouro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;( Sandra Ribeiro )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-5383299750529097434?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/5383299750529097434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=5383299750529097434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/5383299750529097434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/5383299750529097434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2011/06/hummm.html' title='hummm'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-6737160433044802042</id><published>2011-06-20T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T19:10:15.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frases</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"O que me deixa triste não é saber que vc deixou de me amar e sim de saber que já me amou e eu deixei escapar."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;ins style="border: medium none; display: inline-table; height: 15px; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; position: relative; visibility: visible; width: 728px;"&gt;&lt;ins id="aswift_0_anchor" style="border: medium none; display: block; height: 15px; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; position: relative; visibility: visible; width: 728px;"&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/ins&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Sou o que Sobrou de quem um dia te Amou"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Diga-me quem você mais perdoou na vida, e então direi quem você mais amou. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(retiradas do site O pensador)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-6737160433044802042?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/6737160433044802042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=6737160433044802042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/6737160433044802042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/6737160433044802042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2011/06/frases.html' title='Frases'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-5632111867272293197</id><published>2011-06-20T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T18:42:11.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ei , você!</title><content type='html'>Se você quiser me contar seus segredos&lt;br /&gt;Sou de todo ouvido.&lt;br /&gt;Se os seus sonhos não derem certo,&lt;br /&gt;Estarei sempre lá para você.&lt;br /&gt;Se precisar se esconder,&lt;br /&gt;Terá sempre minha mão.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo se o céu desabar,&lt;br /&gt;Estarei sempre contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que precisar de um lugar,&lt;br /&gt;Haverá meu canto, pode ficar.&lt;br /&gt;Se alguém quebrar seu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Juntos cuidaremos.&lt;br /&gt;Quando sentir um vazio,&lt;br /&gt;Você não estará sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;Se você se perder lá fora,&lt;br /&gt;Te buscarei.&lt;br /&gt;Te levarei prá algum lugar&lt;br /&gt;Se precisar pensar.&lt;br /&gt;E quando tudo parecer estar perdido,&lt;br /&gt;E você precisar de alguém&lt;br /&gt;Eu estarei sempre aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Martha Medeiros)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-5632111867272293197?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/5632111867272293197/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=5632111867272293197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/5632111867272293197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/5632111867272293197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2011/06/ei-voce.html' title='Ei , você!'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-6313621431243711043</id><published>2011-05-09T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T18:45:26.842-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='capital inicial'/><title type='text'>Eu Nunca Disse Adeus - Capital Inicial</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: #cccccc; color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu não sei o que eu tô fazendo&lt;br /&gt;Mas, eu tenho que fazer&lt;br /&gt;Aquela noite que eu te conheci&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho, que nunca vou esquecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um momento, quase perfeito&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inocente em seus defeitos&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que é bom dura pouco&lt;br /&gt;E não acaba cedo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, pra sempre&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi embora&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu nunca disse adeus&lt;br /&gt;Agora, pra sempre&lt;br /&gt;Foi embora&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu nunca disse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu disse vambora&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tô meio tonto&lt;br /&gt;Preciso respirar lá fora&lt;br /&gt;Me leve para a sua casa&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero dormir&lt;br /&gt;Onde você mora&lt;br /&gt;Eu passando mal&lt;br /&gt;E você ria&lt;br /&gt;Tanto barulho&lt;br /&gt;Eu não entendia&lt;br /&gt;Mas concordava sem saber&lt;br /&gt;Com tudo o que você dizia&lt;br /&gt;Se me pedisse&lt;br /&gt;Pra pular de um prédio&lt;br /&gt;Eu diria sim&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer coisa&lt;br /&gt;Pra você gostar de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, pra sempre&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi embora&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu nunca disse adeus&lt;br /&gt;Agora, pra sempre&lt;br /&gt;Foi embora&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu nunca disse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu perdi o rumo&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E comecei a delirar&lt;br /&gt;Acho que prometi até parar&lt;br /&gt;De beber e de fumar&lt;br /&gt;De repente a noite acaba&lt;br /&gt;E todo mundo some&lt;br /&gt;E me lembrei&lt;br /&gt;Que eu esqueci&lt;br /&gt;De perguntar o seu nome&lt;br /&gt;Sem endereço nem direção&lt;br /&gt;Por onde começar&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer coisa pra poder&lt;br /&gt;Te encontrar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, pra sempre&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi embora&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu nunca disse adeus...(3x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, pra sempre&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi embora, mas eu nunca disse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não como, eu não rio&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei o que é adormecer&lt;br /&gt;Me desculpe se eu fechar os olhos&lt;br /&gt;E desaparecer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, pra sempre&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi embora&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu nunca disse adeus&lt;br /&gt;Agora, pra sempre&lt;br /&gt;Foi embora, mas eu nunca disse...&lt;/i&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/7055212577165357016-6313621431243711043?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/6313621431243711043/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=6313621431243711043&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/6313621431243711043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/6313621431243711043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2011/05/eu-nunca-disse-adeus-capital-inicial.html' title='Eu Nunca Disse Adeus - Capital Inicial'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-4989515234872394674</id><published>2011-04-27T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T20:01:08.852-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='como vai vc'/><title type='text'>Como, vai... você!  ( Retirado do blog eu só queria tomar um café)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Como vai você? Não, não me interessa saber, mas  ainda tenho um pouco de educação no estoque para gastar, até mesmo com  pessoas como você. Sim, eu só não te trato como você merece porque a  minha educação e o meu caráter não permitem.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembra dessa? Eu te disse  que era a minha mãe que havia dito, mas, na verdade, essa frase é minha,  eu criei pensando em dizer um dia para você. Agora, eu disse! Algumas  vezes eu sonhei com cenas e frases de cinema para nós dois, mas nenhuma  delas saiu do papel. A nossa história seria um filme ótimo para você  criticar, sabia? Queria ler a sua sincera opinião ao nos ver na tela.  Até hoje sinto que você não percebeu bem o que nos aconteceu... quem  sabe assim... Eu adoraria isso, mas não tanto quanto eu adoraria poder  voltar ao tempo e nunca ter te conhecido. Você é alguém cujo nome  encabeça uma pequena lista de pessoas que eu adoraria não ter conhecido  na vida. Mas fazer o quê se por bem ou por mal (por mal, acredite) essa  minha vida se divide em antes e depois de você?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outro dia eu vi  uma foto, linda, perfeita, de vocês dois. Que coisa mais linda! Você se  ama tanto que precisava literalmente de um clone? Quando alguém chama eu  só queria saber: qual dos dois atende primeiro? É que são tantos, não é  mesmo? Assim, deve ser mais fácil para você não esquecer o nome dele.  Seria engraçado e romântico, caso não fosse patético. Quanta falta de  criatividade, mas você, realmente, nunca foi bom nisso, devo admitir. E  agora, o que pensa em fazer da vida? Vão casar, ter filhos, comprar o  cachorro que você sempre quis, e morar em uma linda casa com vista para o  mar? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O quê? Terminou? Ele te deixou? Acabou?  Você está sofrendo? Um pausa para eu fingir que me importo... E, então,  qual é a sensação de ter o seu coração partido, os seus sonhos  dilacerados, o destino retirado do seu caminho sem ninguém te explicar o  por quê? Descobriu como dói? Chorou por uma noite inteira? Ainda é  pouco, diante do que passei, ainda é o mínino perto do que você me fez  passar. Eu quero que ele te faça sofrer por dias, semanas e meses, quero  que ele esfregue muitos e muitos outros na sua cara, quero que ele  exiba ao mundo todo a felicidade que outras pessoas, e não você, dão a  ele. Quero que você se sinta impotente, abandonado e um nada. E eu quero  que depois ele volte arrependido, reconquiste sua confiança e faça pior  do que antes. Só assim você vai chegar perto do que eu passei, só assim  você vai saber como foi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por onde andam a minha nobreza e o meu  perdão? Não sei, por que não procura no lugar em que você me abandonou e  me deixou para trás enquanto escolhia a próxima vítima? Talvez, ainda  esteja tudo lá, ao lado de um pouco de esperança e confiança nas pessoas  que eu também perdi, por sua causa. Não quero que ninguém admire meu  coração por não guardar mágoas de você, não, não quero, eu quero que  eles saibam que eu sou real, eu quero que eles admirem a obra-prima que  você criou. Eu não tenho mais medo de não ser admirado e devo isso a  você, também. Veja bem esses traços, foram pintados por você, Picasso.  Eu sei, ando mesmo amargo, no entanto, que culpa tenho eu se foi com ele  que você gastou todo o açúcar?&lt;/div&gt;Mas agora vai lá,  vai atrás dele, implora para ele voltar e devolver sentido para a sua  vida. Eu quero dançar no seu casamento, eu quero, por um momento,  segurar o seu buquê. Eu quero te ver e saber, como vai você? Eu quero te  ver, sabe? Como, vai... você! Mas, agora, não. Já tomei seu tempo  demais, meu bem. Só te chamei aqui para te dizer que não te amo mais,  que não sinto mais nada por você, nem raiva, nem ciúme, não ficaram  mágoas, morreu tudo que eu sentia por você, e que eu te desejo &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;toda a  felicidade do mundo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Essa é a verdade, acredite: eu não amo e, muito  menos, odeio você!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor &lt;a href="http://www.eusoqueriaumcafe.com/2007/11/quem-ruleandson.html"&gt;Ruleandson do Carmo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-4989515234872394674?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/4989515234872394674/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=4989515234872394674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/4989515234872394674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/4989515234872394674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2011/04/como-vai-voce-retirado-do-blog-eu-so.html' title='Como, vai... você!  ( Retirado do blog eu só queria tomar um café)'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-7267009093226520986</id><published>2011-03-01T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T15:45:45.779-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piadas'/><title type='text'>OS 10 MANDAMENTOS DOS MÉDICOS DO SUS ( Sorrir faz Bem)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="gmail_quote" style="background-color: #3d85c6; color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;OS&lt;span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;10 MANDAMENTOS&amp;nbsp;DOS MÉDICOS DO&amp;nbsp;SUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #3d85c6; color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Se você não sabe o que tem, dá &lt;b&gt;VOLTAREN&lt;/b&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Se você não entende o que viu, dá &lt;b&gt;BENZETACIL&lt;/b&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Apertou a barriga e fez 'ahhnnn', dá B&lt;b&gt;USCOPAN&lt;/b&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - Caiu e passou mal, dá &lt;b&gt;GARDENAL&lt;/b&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - Tá com uma dor bem grandona? Dá &lt;b&gt;DIPIRONA&lt;/b&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 - Se você não sabe o que é bom, dá &lt;b&gt;DECADRON&lt;/b&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 - Vomitou tudo o que ingeriu, dá &lt;b&gt;PLASIL&lt;/b&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 - Se a pressão subiu, dá &lt;b&gt;CAPTOPRIL&lt;/b&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 - Se a pressão deu mais uma grande subida, dá &lt;b&gt;FUROSEMIDA&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 - Chegou morrendo de choro, ponha no&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;SORO&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...e mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arritmia doidona, dá &lt;b&gt;AMIODARONA&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelo não, pelo sim, dá &lt;b&gt;ROCEFIN&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...e SE NADA DER CERTO, &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;NÃO TEM NEUROSE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...DIGA QUE:&amp;nbsp;É SÓ ESSA NOVA &lt;b&gt;VIROSE&lt;/b&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Brincadeiras a parte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Também tem profissionais excelentes que amam o trabalho que fazem... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-7267009093226520986?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/7267009093226520986/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=7267009093226520986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/7267009093226520986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/7267009093226520986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2011/03/os-10-mandamentos-dos-medicos-do-sus.html' title='OS 10 MANDAMENTOS DOS MÉDICOS DO SUS ( Sorrir faz Bem)'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-1754253625087067448</id><published>2011-02-10T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T18:15:00.600-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='demonios'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anjos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor perdido'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maldade'/><title type='text'>Anjo Mal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__q9aBUVbBH0/SbkohHL0tBI/AAAAAAAABIg/Gz2ziSfPW9U/s400/Anjo_e_demonio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__q9aBUVbBH0/SbkohHL0tBI/AAAAAAAABIg/Gz2ziSfPW9U/s320/Anjo_e_demonio.jpg" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span rel="bookmark" style="color: #5c5542;"&gt;Nem todo anjo é bom e nem todo demônio é mal… às vezes os demônios são mais sinceros em sua maldade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span rel="bookmark" style="color: #5c5542;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;desconheço o autor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&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/7055212577165357016-1754253625087067448?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/1754253625087067448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=1754253625087067448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/1754253625087067448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/1754253625087067448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2011/02/anjo-mal.html' title='Anjo Mal'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__q9aBUVbBH0/SbkohHL0tBI/AAAAAAAABIg/Gz2ziSfPW9U/s72-c/Anjo_e_demonio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-2760367197534707706</id><published>2011-02-10T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T17:53:28.256-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='martha medeiros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magoas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pessoas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade. poemas'/><title type='text'>(-A minha felicidade não é a sua-) Digo, Não é sua!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: #cccccc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span rel="bookmark" style="color: #5c5542;"&gt;"Toda felicidade é construída por emoções secretas. Podem até comentar sobre nós, mas nos capturar, só com a nossa permissão."&lt;br /&gt;(-A minha felicidade não é a sua-)&lt;br /&gt;Quero dizer , não é sua!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span rel="bookmark" style="color: #5c5542;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Autor: Martha Medeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span rel="bookmark" style="color: #5c5542;"&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/7055212577165357016-2760367197534707706?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/2760367197534707706/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=2760367197534707706&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/2760367197534707706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/2760367197534707706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2011/02/minha-felicidade-nao-e-sua-digo-nao-e.html' title='(-A minha felicidade não é a sua-) Digo, Não é sua!!!'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-7700737313287882906</id><published>2011-02-10T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T17:48:59.846-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='martha medeiros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contrario do amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='. poemas'/><title type='text'>Vim falar disso mesmo "O contrário do Amor"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #f4cccc; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O  contrário de&lt;u&gt; bonito é feio, de rico é pobre, de preto é branco&lt;/u&gt;, isso se  aprende antes de entrar na escola. Se você fizer uma enquete entre as  crianças, ouvirá também que o contrário do amor é o ódio. Elas estão  erradas. Faça uma enquete entre adultos e descubra a resposta certa: &lt;u style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;o  contrário do amor não é o ódio, é a indiferença.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que seria preferível, que a pessoa que você ama passasse a lhe  odiar, ou que lhe fosse totalmente indiferente? Que perdesse o sono  imaginando maneiras de fazer você se dar mal ou que dormisse feito um  anjo a noite inteira, esquecido por completo da sua existência? O ódio é  também uma maneira de se estar com alguém. Já a indiferença não aceita  declarações ou reclamações: seu nome não consta mais do cadastro.&lt;br /&gt;Para odiar alguém, precisamos reconhecer que esse alguém existe e que  nos provoca sensações, por piores que sejam. Para odiar alguém,  precisamos de um coração, ainda que frio, e raciocínio, ainda que  doente. Para odiar alguém gastamos energia, neurônios e tempo. Odiar nos  dá fios brancos no cabelo, rugas pela face e angústia no peito. Para  odiar, necessitamos do objeto do ódio, necessitamos dele nem que seja  para dedicar-lhe nosso rancor, nossa ira, nossa pouca sabedoria para  entendê-lo e pouco humor para aturá-lo. O ódio, se tivesse uma cor,  seria vermelho, tal qual a cor do amor.&lt;br /&gt;Já para sermos indiferentes a alguém, precisamos do quê? De coisa  alguma. A pessoa em questão pode saltar de bung-jump, assistir aula de  fraque, ganhar um Oscar ou uma prisão perpétua, estamos nem aí. Não  julgamos seus atos, não observamos seus modos, não testemunhamos sua  existência. Ela não nos exige olhos, boca, coração, cérebro: nosso corpo  ignora sua presença, e muito menos se dá conta de sua ausência. Não  temos o número do telefone das pessoas para quem não ligamos. A  indiferença, se tivesse uma cor, seria cor da água, cor do ar, cor de  nada.&lt;br /&gt;Uma criança nunca experimentou essa sensação: ou ela é muito amada,  ou criticada pelo que apronta. Uma criança está sempre em uma das pontas  da gangorra, adoração ou queixas, mas nunca é ignorada. Só bem mais  tarde, quando necessitar de uma atenção que não seja materna ou paterna,  é que descobrirá que o amor e o ódio habitam o mesmo universo, enquanto  que a indiferença é um exílio no deserto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small class="metadata"&gt;Autor: &lt;span class="category"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imotion.com.br/frases/?cat=8805" rel="category" title="Ver todos os posts em Martha Medeiros"&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_od94ieevh_Y/SLBXUMh6TDI/AAAAAAAADfM/lLKTtCdd5BY/s400/corazon+partido..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_od94ieevh_Y/SLBXUMh6TDI/AAAAAAAADfM/lLKTtCdd5BY/s320/corazon+partido..jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-7700737313287882906?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/7700737313287882906/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=7700737313287882906&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/7700737313287882906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/7700737313287882906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2011/02/vim-falar-disso-mesmo-o-contrario-do.html' title='Vim falar disso mesmo &quot;O contrário do Amor&quot;'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_od94ieevh_Y/SLBXUMh6TDI/AAAAAAAADfM/lLKTtCdd5BY/s72-c/corazon+partido..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-8127986407560386421</id><published>2011-02-02T17:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T17:47:50.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O que passou...</title><content type='html'>Não posso dizer que foi inútil; Nem mesmo que muito se aproveitou. Por isso, vivo o momento. O que passou, passou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="author"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="author"&gt;Autoria:Rose Felliciano       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-8127986407560386421?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/8127986407560386421/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=8127986407560386421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/8127986407560386421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/8127986407560386421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-que-passou.html' title='O que passou...'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-6966932999841910194</id><published>2011-02-02T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T17:41:25.581-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viver. pensar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>9 planetas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: purple; color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="GOKB2JFBG4C themePrimaryTextColor"&gt;195 países,  milhares de cidades, mais de 7 bilhões de pessoas no mundo, e a unica  que preciso pra ser realmente feliz , é você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: purple; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="GOKB2JFBG4C themePrimaryTextColor"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: purple; color: white;"&gt;(desconheço o autor) &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/7055212577165357016-6966932999841910194?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/6966932999841910194/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=6966932999841910194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/6966932999841910194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/6966932999841910194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2011/02/9-planetas.html' title='9 planetas'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-9166016271094910943</id><published>2011-01-28T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T16:35:09.583-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lição de vida'/><title type='text'>VINGANÇA…. teu nome é MULHER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ela passou o dia empacotando todos os seus pertences  em caixas. Depois, os homens da transportadora levaram a mudança. Então  se sentou pela última vez na mesa da sala, à luz de velas, pôs uma  música suave e se deliciou com uns camarões, um pote de caviar e um  vinho. Terminou, foi a cada um dos aposentos, colocou alguns pedaços de  casca de camarão, besuntados com caviar, nas cavidades dos varais das  cortinas. Depois se foi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando o marido retornou com a nova namorada, tudo estava limpo. Pouco a pouco, a casa começou a feder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tentaram  de tudo: limpando, lavando e arejando a casa. As aberturas de  ventilação foram verificadas à procura de possíveis ratos mortos e os  tapetes foram limpos com vapor. Desodorantes de ar foram pendurados. A  empresa de combate a insetos foi chamada, durante alguns dias, tiveram  de sair da casa, e ainda tiveram de pagar para substituir o caríssimo  carpete de lã. Nada funcionou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As  pessoas pararam de visitá-los. A empregada se demitiu. Finalmente, eles  não suportavam mais o fedor e decidiram se mudar. 1 mês depois de terem  reduzido o valor da casa, eles não conseguiram um comprador para a casa  fedorenta. A notícia se espalhava e mesmo corretores de imóveis locais  não retornavam as ligações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Finalmente,  eles tiveram de fazer um empréstimo do banco para comprar uma casa  nova. A ex-esposa ligou e perguntou como andavam as coisas. Ele disse  que estava de mudança. Ela escutou e disse que sentia muitas saudades da  casa antiga e que estaria disposta a reduzir a parte que lhe caberia do  acordo de separação dos bens em troca pela casa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sabendo  que a ex-mulher não tinha idéia de como estava o fedor, ele concordou  com um preço cerca de 1/5 do que valeria... Mas só, se ela assinasse os  papéis naquele dia mesmo. Ela concordou e em 1 hora, os advogados deles  entregavam os documentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma  semana depois, o homem e sua namorada assistiam, com um sorriso  malicioso, os homens da mudança empacotando tudo da casa para levar para  a sua linda nova casa... incluindo os varais das cortinas...&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/7055212577165357016-9166016271094910943?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/9166016271094910943/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=9166016271094910943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/9166016271094910943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/9166016271094910943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2011/01/vinganca-teu-nome-e-mulher.html' title='VINGANÇA…. teu nome é MULHER'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-227030557155766004</id><published>2011-01-28T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T16:30:18.296-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me acha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aviõs do forró'/><title type='text'>Me acha - Aviões do Forró</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="cor_2" id="cabecalho" style="background-color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 127.7%;"&gt;&lt;h1 id="identificador_musica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me Acha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/avioes-do-forro/" id="identificador_artista"&gt;Aviões do Forró&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu não fiz nada pra você não querer ficar comigo&lt;br /&gt;Me despreza, me fez sofrer, te faz feliz, mas eu te digo:&lt;br /&gt;Aqui se faz, aqui se paga&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que plantar vai colher&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu não tô te jogando praga&lt;br /&gt;Tô falando a verdade a você&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas é que quando eu te queria, você não me quis&lt;br /&gt;Agora só me quer porque me viu feliz&lt;br /&gt;Pensa no que fez, a minha cara racha&lt;br /&gt;Quer mais uma vez, agora, então me acha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me acha, me acha&lt;br /&gt;Se você me quer,&lt;br /&gt;agora, então me acha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #8e7cc3;"&gt; Me acha, me acha&lt;br /&gt;Se você me quer,&lt;br /&gt;agora, então me acha ( 2 X) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-227030557155766004?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/227030557155766004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=227030557155766004&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/227030557155766004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/227030557155766004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2011/01/me-acha-avioes-do-forro.html' title='Me acha - Aviões do Forró'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-2813883457210470308</id><published>2011-01-10T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T14:43:18.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEPOIS DE VOCÊ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Depois de você,&lt;br /&gt;Já fui tão amada&lt;br /&gt;Amar eu tentei...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dei tantas risadas,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não me alegrei.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Andei por lugares,&lt;br /&gt;Não caminhei...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Perdi os sentidos&lt;br /&gt;E o mundo tão lindo&lt;br /&gt;De encanto infinito&lt;br /&gt;Em mim se desfez...&lt;br /&gt;Depois de você.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;De longe se vê&lt;br /&gt;O mar ainda é belo,&lt;br /&gt;Embora tão triste....&lt;br /&gt;E o meu corpo, como as ondas, não desiste...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Queda-se nas pedras, resiste.&lt;br /&gt;Lança-se na areia sôfrega e mansa...&lt;br /&gt;Em um novo impulso, se levanta.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cansa e descansa&lt;br /&gt;Tenta esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Volta à lembrança...&lt;br /&gt;Depois de você.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E sem esperanças - Te espero...&lt;br /&gt;Não quero você - Te quero...&lt;br /&gt;Alucinações do amor?&lt;br /&gt;Mistérios...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tempo Confuso&lt;br /&gt;Viver por viver...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é inútil&lt;br /&gt;Depois de você....”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Autoria: Rose Felliciano&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/7055212577165357016-2813883457210470308?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/2813883457210470308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=2813883457210470308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/2813883457210470308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/2813883457210470308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2011/01/depois-de-voce.html' title='DEPOIS DE VOCÊ'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-1936149418507962512</id><published>2011-01-04T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T16:11:08.738-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fim de ano'/><title type='text'>Fim de Ano sem você</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ipt.olhares.com/data/big/167/1675501.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://ipt.olhares.com/data/big/167/1675501.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Riscos coloridos riscam o breu do céu&lt;br /&gt;Assovios os acompanham em várias direções&lt;br /&gt;O estampido mais forte mostra o fim do caminho&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é festa, O fim do ano chegou.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sons e músicas de todos os tipos&lt;br /&gt;Abraços, beijos e alegria.&lt;br /&gt;Sentado à beira da praia&lt;br /&gt;Eu olho o céu colorido pelos fogos&lt;br /&gt;O rojão sobe alto e lá no fim explode em fragmentos&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Assim como o meu coração que bate forte, muito forte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Na mente, você, só você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então não me contenho, pego o celular e envio a mensagem&lt;br /&gt;" Feliz ano novo", aguardo alguns minutos e nada, sem resposta&lt;br /&gt;Uma lágrima preguiçosa sai dos meus olhos e explode na areia&lt;br /&gt;Em seguida outra e mais outra, emfim o pranto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Fecho os olhos e faço uma oração, peço a Deus que te proteja em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2011&lt;br /&gt;Que te faça feliz, muito feliz&lt;br /&gt;Então me levanto, molho os pés na espuma das ondas&lt;br /&gt;e  junto-me aos outros, brindo sozinho a chance de um dia ter você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; 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color: purple; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Pelo que eu sei,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #999999; color: purple; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;chiclete sem gosto&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #999999; color: purple; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;não mata vontade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #999999; color: purple; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #999999; color: purple; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(desconheço o autor) &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/7055212577165357016-4306733397318147135?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/4306733397318147135/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=4306733397318147135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/4306733397318147135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/4306733397318147135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-desconhecido-pode-ser-mais.html' title='O desconhecido pode ser mais interessante que o passado. ...'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-2308325598634115042</id><published>2010-08-22T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T12:50:37.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey’s Anatomy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;“A Julieta era uma idiota. Porque ela se apaixona por aquele cara que  ela sabe que não pode ter… Todo mundo acha isso tão romântico: Romeu e  Julieta, &lt;strong&gt;amor verdadeiro&lt;/strong&gt;… que triste.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Se Julieta foi  burra o bastante para se apaixonar pelo inimigo, beber uma garrafa de  veneno e ir repousar num mausoléu,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;então ela teve o que merecia”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(de Meredith Grey)&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/7055212577165357016-2308325598634115042?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/2308325598634115042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=2308325598634115042&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/2308325598634115042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/2308325598634115042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2010/08/greys-anatomy.html' title='Grey’s Anatomy'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-8254083848785020817</id><published>2010-07-16T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T18:27:41.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Nunca acendas um fogo que não possas apagar."   [Provérbio Chinês]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/2/1886453_98ff19c3f2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/2/1886453_98ff19c3f2.jpg" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-8254083848785020817?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/8254083848785020817/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=8254083848785020817&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/8254083848785020817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/8254083848785020817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2010/07/nunca-acendas-um-fogo-que-nao-possas.html' title='&quot;Nunca acendas um fogo que não possas apagar.&quot;   [Provérbio Chinês]'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/2/1886453_98ff19c3f2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-6463252051547271418</id><published>2010-07-16T18:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T18:25:08.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falsos amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"(...)Quem fala nas minhas costas, respeita-me a  cara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para serem porcos a sério  juntem-se logo a uma vara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem é  meu amigo, eu reconheço e respeito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agradeço  por tudo, guardo sempre no meu peito(...)"&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/7055212577165357016-6463252051547271418?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/6463252051547271418/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=6463252051547271418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/6463252051547271418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/6463252051547271418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2010/07/falsos-amigos.html' title='Falsos amigos'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-3708306412854581445</id><published>2010-07-16T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T18:02:19.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acho que ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Acho que devemos fazer coisa proibida&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;- senão sufocamos.  &lt;br /&gt;Mas sem sentimento de culpa e sim como aviso de que somos livres."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt; Clarice Lispector&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-3708306412854581445?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/3708306412854581445/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=3708306412854581445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/3708306412854581445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/3708306412854581445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2010/07/acho-que.html' title='Acho que ...'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-6185422367337350981</id><published>2010-06-10T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T15:37:13.219-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor. poemas'/><title type='text'>AMOR???</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="background-color: magenta; color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A gente ama enquanto pode e enquanto quer,esqueçe quando é preciso,e aprende q só vale a pena lutar,por aquilo que vale a pena possuir!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-6185422367337350981?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/6185422367337350981/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=6185422367337350981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/6185422367337350981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/6185422367337350981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2010/06/amor.html' title='AMOR???'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-6625455412962914433</id><published>2010-05-05T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T22:55:31.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E o feitiço...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://adrenalinarpg.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/drow_spellcast.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://adrenalinarpg.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/drow_spellcast.jpg" width="384" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #b4a7d6; color: purple; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;... se volta contra a feiticeira!!!&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/7055212577165357016-6625455412962914433?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/6625455412962914433/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=6625455412962914433&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/6625455412962914433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/6625455412962914433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2010/05/e-o-feitico.html' title='E o feitiço...'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-8682726997052603465</id><published>2010-04-26T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T21:12:05.809-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skank'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resposta'/><title type='text'>Resposta - SKANK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I2XaK_NPtyQ/S6phrxOGR5I/AAAAAAAAAQo/_H_uoE2udPc/s1600/sem_resposta%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I2XaK_NPtyQ/S6phrxOGR5I/AAAAAAAAAQo/_H_uoE2udPc/s320/sem_resposta%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dos versos que eu fiz&lt;br /&gt;Ainda espero&lt;br /&gt;Resposta...&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/7055212577165357016-8682726997052603465?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/8682726997052603465/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=8682726997052603465&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/8682726997052603465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/8682726997052603465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2010/04/resposta-skank.html' title='Resposta - SKANK'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I2XaK_NPtyQ/S6phrxOGR5I/AAAAAAAAAQo/_H_uoE2udPc/s72-c/sem_resposta%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-1717133542753503408</id><published>2010-04-24T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T22:19:48.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando vc voltar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                               &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;Quando                                               você disse que iria embora...&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria pedir pra você ficar,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não tive forças naquela                                               hora...&lt;br /&gt;Nem ao menos consegui falar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;                                             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                               &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;Quando                                               você disse que tinha outro alguém...&lt;br /&gt;Eu tentei ser forte o bastante                                               para entender,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não é fácil fingir que está                                               tudo bem...&lt;br /&gt;E aceitar que quem você ama, não                                               ama você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;                                             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                               &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;Estava                                               escuro enquanto você falava...&lt;br /&gt;Por isso não pôde me ver chorar,&lt;br /&gt;Mas as lágrimas caiam, enquanto                                               eu te amava...&lt;br /&gt;Era a última vez que nossos                                               corpos iriam se tocar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;                                             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                               &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;Esperei                                               que o tempo apagasse... mas o                                               tempo passou&lt;br /&gt;E foi incapaz de me fazer                                               esquecer...&lt;br /&gt;Esperei que a distância                                               ajudasse...mas nada mudou&lt;br /&gt;Continuo esperando você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;                                             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                               &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;Volte...nem                                               que seja para dizer que foi um                                               erro...&lt;br /&gt;Ou dizer que tudo não passou de                                               um engano,&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe assim eu esqueça o                                               quanto te quero...&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe assim eu esqueça o                                               quanto ainda te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;                                             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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 align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"&gt;Escrito                                               em um dia qualquer,&lt;br /&gt;já que sem você todos os dias são                                               meramente iguais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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 align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"&gt;Mary&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/7055212577165357016-1717133542753503408?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/1717133542753503408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=1717133542753503408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/1717133542753503408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/1717133542753503408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2010/04/quando-vc-voltar.html' title='Quando vc voltar...'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-7174316166462418308</id><published>2010-04-24T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T21:57:03.796-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adeus'/><title type='text'>Adeus...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adeus. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Foi bom experimentar o que nunca foi, para constatar que tudo nunca existiu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Eu vivia em paz... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu tentei te esquecer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ser feliz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;mas foi tudo em vão..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="TixyyLink" style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-7174316166462418308?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/7174316166462418308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=7174316166462418308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/7174316166462418308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/7174316166462418308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2010/04/adeus.html' title='Adeus...'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-7626725673097021897</id><published>2010-04-24T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T21:44:20.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dias assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Hoje, eu não dei pelo tempo a passar, &lt;br /&gt;passei o dia, tentando disfarçar&lt;br /&gt;a minha enorme vontade de chorar...&lt;br /&gt;Será que existe alguém capaz, de me explicar,&lt;br /&gt;o que tenho de fazer, para arrancar do meu peito,&lt;br /&gt;esta louca vontade de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; morrer?!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="TixyyLink" style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-7626725673097021897?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/7626725673097021897/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=7626725673097021897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/7626725673097021897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/7626725673097021897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2010/04/dias-assim.html' title='Dias assim...'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-5206958269387220655</id><published>2010-04-24T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T21:37:58.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't let me down</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;!-- ADDTHIS BUTTON BEGIN --&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_config = {     username: "lusopoemas"} &lt;/script&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_button" href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php?v=250"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Nunca tive a oportunidade de estar com você, de passar uma tarde inteira com você, de um passeio lindo com você, e nem mesmo 10 minutos com você.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre senti tanto essa falta, você não tem idéia.&lt;br /&gt;Por favor não me deixe assim para baixo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div id="TixyyLink" style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-5206958269387220655?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/5206958269387220655/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=5206958269387220655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/5206958269387220655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/5206958269387220655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2010/04/nunca-tive-oportunidade-de-estar-com.html' title='Don&apos;t let me down'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-5444644098382908978</id><published>2010-04-24T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T21:34:56.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Odeio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Odeio dias incompletos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&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/7055212577165357016-5444644098382908978?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/5444644098382908978/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=5444644098382908978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/5444644098382908978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/5444644098382908978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2010/04/odeio.html' title='Odeio...'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-8851109702414622861</id><published>2010-04-24T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T21:31:56.125-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cansada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Cansaço</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Me sinto cansada em nadar contra a sua maré mental."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Helen De Rose)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="TixyyLink" style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: center; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-8851109702414622861?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/8851109702414622861/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=8851109702414622861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/8851109702414622861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/8851109702414622861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2010/04/cansaco.html' title='Cansaço'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-4971442011552377625</id><published>2010-04-22T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T21:39:00.009-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mulheres'/><title type='text'>ESTATUTO DO MARMITEX (KKK morra de rir)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;ESTATUTO DO MARMITEX  &lt;br /&gt;(por Luma Olive)   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Então mulheres, não permitam serem tratadas como namoradas quando vocês forem um marmitex!!! Isso é antiético!!!  &lt;br /&gt;Se você é um marmitex,leia bem o contrato antes de assinar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ou você pode virar namorada, ou o que é pior: meio termo.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;CAPÍTULO I - DEFINIÇÃO DO MARMITEX   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Art. 1º - Todo marmitex tem direito à ser levado pra um bom restaurante,ser bem alimentado,ter sua cadeira puxada ,se for mulher ,e a ser conduzido à um motel decente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;PARAGRAFO ÙNICO - O marmitex não deverá ser levado à casa do referido par salvo se o mesmo for muito gostoso ,bom de cama ,for duro ou for bem alojado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;ART . 2 - Sob hipótese nenhuma o marmitex pernoitará , falará sobre sua vida , seus sonhos e projetos de vida ,relacionamentos passados , neuras , medos e traumas do passado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;PARAGRAFO ÙNICO : É expressamente proibido sob hipótese nenhuma andar de mãos dadas , demonstrações de carinho em público , lugares públicos e apresentações à amigos de qualquer grau. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;ART . 3 - O marmitex deve ser utilizado somente pra fins sexuais , nunca para provocar ciúmes em outrem , servir de companhia à festas e eventos sociais . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;PARÁGRAFO 1 - O marmitex não deve ser procurado num prazo menor do que o estipulado no estatuto do marmitex , ou seja, uma vez por semana , salvo se o dia estipulado cair em um feriado nacional ou na sexta feira santa , onde não se come carne. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;PARAGRAFO 2 -NO caso do marmitex reivindicar mais de um dia na semana ou ligar pra seu respectivo usuário querendo mudar a agenda programada de visitas , o contrato pode ser rescindido sem ônus ou direito de apelação por parte do referido marmitex ,por quebra de contrato . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;CAPÍTULO - II- DOS DEVERES   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;ART . 1 - O marmitex tem o dever de estar sempre limpo , asseado , barbeado , sem sinais de halitose ou sudorese .Em casos de stress e cansaço deverá lançar mão de medicações ou artifícios encontrados em Sex Shops para melhor desempenho junto ao seu usuário. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;PARAGRAFO 1 : É expressamente proibido ao marmitex ; se apaixonar pelo usuário , deitar no peito , perguntar ao usuário sobre sua vida sentimental , reivindicar qualquer tipo de promoção seja em número de visitas , seja em carinho , seja em fidelidade ou qualquer item que se configure cobrança e lembre um relacionamento fixo , podendo haver quebra de contrato e rescisão do mesmo imediatamente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;PARÀGRAFO 2 : É expressamente proibido deixar quaisquer objetos pessoais em caso de visita domiciliar , tais como , roupas , biquínis, sungas , escovas de dentes , shampoos , iogurtes , camisinhas ou quaisquer utensílio que marque território , configurando relacionamento permanente . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;PARÁGRAFO 3 - Em caso de paixão por parte do marmitex , o mesmo deve se deixar substituir imediatamente e sair da relação com dignidade, informando apenas ao usuário que não está mais disposto a estar no cargo , avisando o mesmo, com no mínimo uma semana de antecedência do dia do encontro, para que possa ser substituído sem prejuízo ao usuário. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;ART . 2 - O não cumprimento do que se referem o parágrafo único do Art . 2 Capítulo I acarretará em quebra do Parágrafo 1 do Capítulo II e Parágrafo 2 do CAPÍTULO II , acarretando assim danos morais para o referido marmitex e seu usuário , além de choro e ranger de dentes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Vamos abraçar essa causa, meus amigos, em prol dos menos favorecidos, mas com a pele ótima...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;MARMITEX SIM! NAMORADO SIM! .MEIO TERMO,NUNCA!!!  &lt;br /&gt;NÃO SE DEIXE ENGANAR,VOCÊ NÃO ESTÁ SÓ...  &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/7055212577165357016-4971442011552377625?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/4971442011552377625/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=4971442011552377625&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/4971442011552377625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/4971442011552377625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2010/04/estatuto-do-marmitex-kkk-morra-de-rir.html' title='ESTATUTO DO MARMITEX (KKK morra de rir)'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-2404799072118441361</id><published>2010-04-22T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T21:06:17.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero você (Que sorte a sua)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvfHU9zw0ns/STZkz0QiwAI/AAAAAAAACKY/4JI0RMe0lIw/s1600/A+IMAGENS+DOS+CORPOS+UNIDOS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvfHU9zw0ns/STZkz0QiwAI/AAAAAAAACKY/4JI0RMe0lIw/s320/A+IMAGENS+DOS+CORPOS+UNIDOS.jpg" width="253" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quero você neste momento&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Mas não te quero para sempre&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; O sempre seria um castigo &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Um castigo pra mim e para você&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Eternidade é uma utopia &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; que só os poetas e os sonhadores&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; teimam em insistir.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Te quero nos momentos que estou bem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; E nos momentos que você também está.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Quero você de bom humor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; sorridente, carente e carinhosa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; De minha parte eu quero te mostrar &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; o melhor de mim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Quero viver poucos momentos ao teu lado&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Mas quero que estes momentos sejam deliciosos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Momentos que eu possa levar sempre comigo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Boas lembranças de nós num quarto à meia luz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Das poucas palavras ditas ao vento&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Pequenas confissões &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; que ficarão guardadas no meu coração&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Lembranças de teu cheiro e de teus gemidos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Lembranças de nós...segredos...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Eu sei muito bem que te amo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; que no fundo te desejo sempre ao meu lado&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Mas isto não seria o melhor pra nós.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Longe da rotina eu sei que&amp;nbsp;nosso amor sobreviverá.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b07f6e; font-family: Book Antiqua;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: large;"&gt;"QUERO VOCÊ!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;-Eduardo Baqueiro-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b07f6e; font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-2404799072118441361?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/2404799072118441361/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=2404799072118441361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/2404799072118441361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/2404799072118441361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2010/04/quero-voce-que-sorte-sua.html' title='Quero você (Que sorte a sua)'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvfHU9zw0ns/STZkz0QiwAI/AAAAAAAACKY/4JI0RMe0lIw/s72-c/A+IMAGENS+DOS+CORPOS+UNIDOS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-2974868025429808764</id><published>2010-04-22T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T20:52:42.915-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Passado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;"O passado ficou para trás&lt;br /&gt;não convém&lt;br /&gt;não satisfaz&lt;br /&gt;não há  mais&lt;br /&gt;o passado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Tudo que há&lt;br /&gt;é uma palavra viva e intensa&lt;br /&gt;que  se solta da alma&lt;br /&gt;corajosamente densa&lt;br /&gt;existe e  acalma&lt;br /&gt;...amor..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-2974868025429808764?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/2974868025429808764/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=2974868025429808764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/2974868025429808764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/2974868025429808764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2010/04/passado.html' title='Passado'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-5697008065016808091</id><published>2010-04-22T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T19:35:27.068-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Não brinque de amor comigo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;A estrada da vida é curta e difícil, moço!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: purple;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Por isso não brinque de amor  comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: purple;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;eu lhe peço!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: purple;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Tenho na bagagem muita história triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: purple;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;história de  gente que não sabe que existe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: purple;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: purple;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: purple;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Gente que usou minha alma,  como se fosse a avenida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: purple;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;e hoje, ela é uma quarta-feira de cinzas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: purple;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;calada,  sisuda, com medo do samba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: purple;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;por isso não brinque... não brinque,  caramba!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: purple;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;...não brinque de amor comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: purple;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;não faz sentido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Venha se  quiser, mas venha por inteiro&lt;br /&gt;não traga passado nem sonho bandido&lt;br /&gt;eu amo  viver e é assim que vai ser&lt;br /&gt;para sempre, e não será muito...&lt;br /&gt;ninguém mais  vai ruir meu mundo!&lt;br /&gt;O amor é uma prece, só de quem merece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não  brinque de amor comigo...&lt;br /&gt;Não chegue, se for para ir embora&lt;br /&gt;o tempo me  mostra sem erro nem demora&lt;br /&gt;que vale ouro cada umas das minhas horas&lt;br /&gt;e eu  quero vivê-las como eu sempre quis:&lt;br /&gt;feliz!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tere  Penhabe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&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/7055212577165357016-5697008065016808091?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/5697008065016808091/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=5697008065016808091&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/5697008065016808091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/5697008065016808091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2010/04/nao-brinque-de-amor-comigo.html' title='Não brinque de amor comigo!!!'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-7319843729562073882</id><published>2010-03-18T12:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T18:00:24.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desisto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Hoje não estou, não me sinto! Não me existo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Fechei-me na concha, bem no fundo do mar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Apenas olho em redor e me limito a odiar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Já que amar não me é possível...desisto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Desisto de procurar o que sei que não vou encontrar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Desisto de tentar acabar o que nunca comecei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;O que apenas sonhei e, sem sequer ter, tanto amei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Tanto desejei, como a lua que deseja o mar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Hoje não penso, apenas relembro o que já passou;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Não choro, apenas me escorrem lágrimas de dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Repletas de sonhos dilacerados e feridas de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Hoje não sou eu, sou ninguém que em mim estagnou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Hoje é como um ontem, como um amanhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Já tão vivido, sentido, tão perdido e esquecido;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Hoje é uma página branca no meu livro entorpecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Onde guardava as minhas mágoas pela fria manhã...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Hoje sou o nada, sinto o nada! E o nada é tudo isto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Que vejo, que sinto…que futuramente verei e sentirei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Na vida vazia que levei e forçosamente levarei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Ontem tentei, joguei e perdi!Hoje...Desisto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt;Autora: Juliana Ferreira&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&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/7055212577165357016-7319843729562073882?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/7319843729562073882/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=7319843729562073882&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/7319843729562073882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/7319843729562073882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2010/03/desisto_18.html' title='Desisto'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-4354944456587511825</id><published>2010-03-18T12:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T12:36:19.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desisto</title><content type='html'>Hoje não estou, não me sinto! Não me existo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fechei-me na concha, bem no fundo do mar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas olho em redor e me limito a odiar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já que amar não me é possível...desisto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desisto de procurar o que sei que não vou encontrar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desisto de tentar acabar o que nunca comecei,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que apenas sonhei e, sem sequer ter, tanto amei,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto desejei, como a lua que deseja o mar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não penso, apenas relembro o que já passou;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não choro, apenas me escorrem lágrimas de dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repletas de sonhos dilacerados e feridas de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não sou eu, sou ninguém que em mim estagnou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é como um ontem, como um amanhã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já tão vivido, sentido, tão perdido e esquecido;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é uma página branca no meu livro entorpecido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde guardava as minhas mágoas pela fria manhã...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sou o nada, sinto o nada! E o nada é tudo isto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que vejo, que sinto…que futuramente verei e sentirei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na vida vazia que levei e forçosamente levarei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem tentei, joguei e perdi!Hoje...Desisto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ler mais: http://www.luso-poemas.net/modules/news/article.php?storyid=26439#ixzz0iYhKdJMY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under Creative Commons License: Attribution Non-Commercial No Derivatives&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-4354944456587511825?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/4354944456587511825/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=4354944456587511825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/4354944456587511825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/4354944456587511825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2010/03/desisto.html' title='Desisto'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-4380149625648410616</id><published>2010-01-23T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T07:41:01.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MULHER IDEAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Um homem só encontrou a mulher ideal quando olhar no seu rosto e ver um anjo, e tendo-a nos braços ter as tentações que só os demonios provocam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-4380149625648410616?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/4380149625648410616/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=4380149625648410616&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/4380149625648410616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/4380149625648410616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2010/01/mulher-ideal.html' title='MULHER IDEAL'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-8299353466256956940</id><published>2010-01-23T07:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T07:38:26.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que já fiz não me interessa. Só penso no que ainda não fiz.&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/7055212577165357016-8299353466256956940?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/8299353466256956940/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=8299353466256956940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/8299353466256956940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/8299353466256956940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-que-ja-fiz-nao-me-interessa.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-5023056614438865407</id><published>2010-01-23T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T07:37:15.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao Crepusculo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;Ao Crepusculo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;Não...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;Depois de te amar eu não posso amar mais ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;De que me importa se as ruas estão cheias de homens esbanjando beleza e promessas ao alcance das mãos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;Se tu já não me queres, é funda e sem remédio a minha solidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;Era tão fácil ser feliz quando estavas comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;Quantas vezes vezes sem motivo nenhum, ouvi teu riso, rindo feliz, como um guizo em tua boca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;E a todo momento, mesmo sem te beijar, eu estava te beijando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;Com as mãos, com os olhos, com o pensamento, numa ansiedade louca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;Nosso olhos, ah meu deus, os nossos olhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;Eram os meus nos teus e os teus nos meus como olhos que dizem adeus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;Não era adeus no entanto, o que estava vivendo nos meus olhos e nos teus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;Era extase, ternura, infinito langor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;Era uma estranha, uma esquisita misturade ternura com ternura, em um mesmo olhar de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;Ainda ontem, cada instante uma nova espera,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: black;"&gt;Deslumbramento, alegria exuberante e sem limite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;E de repente... de repente eu me sinto como um velho muro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;Cheio de eras, embora a luz do sol num delírio palpite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;Não, depois de te amar assim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;Como um deus, como um louco,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;nada me bastará e se tudo tão pouco,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;Eu deveria morrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-5023056614438865407?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/5023056614438865407/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=5023056614438865407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/5023056614438865407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/5023056614438865407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2010/01/ao-crepusculo.html' title='Ao Crepusculo'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-6756880948085394652</id><published>2010-01-23T07:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T07:36:14.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Não estou preparada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;"Ainda não estou preparado para perder-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Não estou preparado para que me deixes só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Ainda não estou preparado pra crescer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;e aceitar que é natural,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;para reconhecer que tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;tem um princípio e tem um final."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-6756880948085394652?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-139648402894089139</id><published>2010-01-23T07:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T07:33:14.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: purple; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Dois...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: purple; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: purple; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: purple; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Apenas dois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: purple; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: purple; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Dois seres...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: purple; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: purple; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Dois objetos patéticos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: purple; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: purple; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Cursos paralelos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: purple; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: purple; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Frente a frente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: purple; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: purple; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;...Sempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: purple; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: purple; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;...A se olharem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: purple; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: purple; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Pensar talvez:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: purple; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: purple; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;“Paralelos que se encontram no infinito...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: purple; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: purple; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;No entanto sós por enquanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: purple; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: purple; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Eternamente dois apenas.&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/7055212577165357016-139648402894089139?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/139648402894089139/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=139648402894089139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/139648402894089139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/139648402894089139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2010/01/dois.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-4330306951128100099</id><published>2010-01-23T07:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T07:28:40.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #999999; color: blue; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Quanto mais alto é o monte, mais difícil será a escalada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #999999; color: blue; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #999999; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #999999; color: blue; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Entretanto, a vista será incomparavelmente maravilhosa e o prazer da conquista será inigualável. Assim, olhe para o topo, planeje a escalada, escale e desfrute a conquista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-4330306951128100099?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/4330306951128100099/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=4330306951128100099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/4330306951128100099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/4330306951128100099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2010/01/quanto-mais-alto-e-o-monte-mais-dificil.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-6231667586865114716</id><published>2010-01-15T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T11:26:11.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Não te quero senão porque te quero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;e de querer-te a não te querer chego,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;e de esperar-te quando não te espero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;passa o meu coração do frio ao fogo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Quero-te só porque a ti te quero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Odeio-te sem fim e odiando te rogo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;e a medida do meu amor viajante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;é não te ver e amar-te,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;como um cego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Talvez consumirá a luz de &lt;strong&gt;Janeiro,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;seu raio cruel meu coração inteiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;roubando-me a chave do sossego,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;nesta história só eu me morro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;e morrerei de amor porque te quero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;porque te quero amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;a sangue e fogo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Pablo Neruda&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/7055212577165357016-6231667586865114716?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/6231667586865114716/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=6231667586865114716&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/6231667586865114716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/6231667586865114716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2010/01/nao-te-quero-senao-porque-te-quero-e-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-758985045294022045</id><published>2010-01-15T11:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T11:24:28.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperar</title><content type='html'>Se você não se atrasar demais, posso te esperar por toda a minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-758985045294022045?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/758985045294022045/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=758985045294022045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/758985045294022045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/758985045294022045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2010/01/esperar.html' title='Esperar'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-7789912030551949154</id><published>2009-12-26T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T07:22:21.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz 2010!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Que este novo ano que se aproxima seja um ano de paz e realizações pra mim e pra todos!!!amo vcs saudadesss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-7789912030551949154?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/7789912030551949154/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-5706940071071786118</id><published>2009-12-05T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T03:38:59.983-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiota'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nada pra fazer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ausência'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>IDIOTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É por isso que não excluo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não odeio, não deleto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sei que todos somos humanos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e&amp;nbsp;uns idiotas completos!&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/7055212577165357016-5706940071071786118?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/5706940071071786118/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=5706940071071786118&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/5706940071071786118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/5706940071071786118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2009/12/idiota.html' title='IDIOTA'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-2009430551571403878</id><published>2009-11-30T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T15:02:39.840-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='. poemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planos'/><title type='text'>Desejos para hoje à noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="storycontent" style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;                   &lt;strong&gt;O que eu quero&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ficar com você hoje à noite (senão morrerei).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que eu deveria fazer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperar os minutos, depois as horas, talvez dias, seguindo as regras do Jogo do Amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que eu sinto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou muito ansiosa por um telefonema seu, um email, um recado no celular. Mais ainda por um beijo, um amasso, um abraço…/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O telefone toca quando estou debaixo do chuveiro, na hora do xampu. Pulo do boxe, molho o chão do banheiro, o corredor, procuro a bolsa, procuro dentro da bolsa, atendo. É engano.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que eu quero dizer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos nos ver hoje à noite? Faço um macarrão pra você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ou &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Vamos nos ver hoje à noite? Faço uma depilação pra você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos nos ver hoje à noite? A noite inteira, inteirinha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rabisco em uma folha de caderno várias frases, como "alô", "pode falar um minuto?", "tudo certinho?,"por aqui, tudo bem, fora essa pontada nas minhas costelas, acho que entre a segunda e a terceira costela, de baixo para cima, no lado esquerdo, bem aqui. Não sei exatamente o que é, mas desconfio que seja saudade". &lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que eu digo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quais são seus planos para hoje à noite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E depois&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, tudo bem. A gente se fala outro dia. Beijo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desligo&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Há mais mistérios entre o que se diz e o que se pensa e o que se quer e o que se deve e o que se faz do que imagina a nossa vã filosofia.&lt;br /&gt;No escuro do meu quarto, a sua ausência me rasga. Quando disse que senti sua falta, queria dizer que estava sangrando de saudade.&lt;br /&gt;E, quando voltar a te ver, quero te abraçar por uma semana até o meu corpo perder as fronteiras no seu.&lt;br /&gt;E quando você começa uma frase com "eu adoro", se abre um abismo entre os meus pulmões e torço para que a palavra seguinte seja "você". Mas é "o inverno" ou "batata doce" ou "a cor do céu às 6 da manhã".&lt;br /&gt;E quando virei de lado no meio da noite, pensei que, se estivéssemos abraçados, nada de mal poderia acontecer.  &lt;br /&gt;E quando peguei no sono, sonhei que estávamos em uma casa onde nunca fui e você me oferecia lugar debaixo do cobertor azul.&lt;br /&gt;E quando te dei minha boca, queria te dar meu corpo inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;E quando te dei meu corpo inteiro, queria mesmo era ficar com o seu.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rosana Caiado) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-2009430551571403878?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/2009430551571403878/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=2009430551571403878&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/2009430551571403878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/2009430551571403878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2009/11/desejos-para-hoje-noite.html' title='Desejos para hoje à noite'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-8371811195617792576</id><published>2009-11-30T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T14:52:03.498-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esquecer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>Decidi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Quando decidi esquecê-lo, era tarde, eram três da tarde, era esquecer ou passar outras tardes nubladas como aquela, apesar do sol tostando a calçada do lado de fora do apartamento. Abri as cortinas determinada a arrancá-lo do meu peito."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #f6b26b;"&gt;(Rosana Caiado) &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/7055212577165357016-8371811195617792576?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/8371811195617792576/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=8371811195617792576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/8371811195617792576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/8371811195617792576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2009/11/decidi.html' title='Decidi'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-6303874897864100623</id><published>2009-11-29T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T17:01:13.263-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>E no andar da carruagem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;As melancias se ajeitam!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;Enfim tudo passa!!!&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/7055212577165357016-6303874897864100623?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/6303874897864100623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=6303874897864100623&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/6303874897864100623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/6303874897864100623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-no-andar-da-carruagem.html' title='E no andar da carruagem...'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-1073368270239291480</id><published>2009-11-27T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T20:34:16.795-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>Eu que não amo você</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Eu que não fumo, pedi um cigarro.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu que não amo você”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;(música de Humberto Gessinger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-1073368270239291480?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/1073368270239291480/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=1073368270239291480&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/1073368270239291480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/1073368270239291480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2009/11/eu-que-nao-amo-voce.html' title='Eu que não amo você'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-5322805062445609623</id><published>2009-11-25T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T20:23:39.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qualquer dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l6KjUesILiY/Sw4CfoHCB6I/AAAAAAAAA2g/WFRvWianry0/s1600/ERT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l6KjUesILiY/Sw4CfoHCB6I/AAAAAAAAA2g/WFRvWianry0/s320/ERT.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Um dia perco a cabeça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entro em tua vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que você não mereça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviro todo seu armário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esvazio todas suas gavetas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Deixo marcas de meu batom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em sua barba mal feita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impregno com meu perfume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos seus espaços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero que você enlouqueça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que também perca a cabeça…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Depoís disso…deixo você ir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mas não deixo que me esqueça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-5322805062445609623?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/5322805062445609623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=5322805062445609623&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/5322805062445609623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/5322805062445609623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2009/11/qualquer-dia.html' title='Qualquer dia'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l6KjUesILiY/Sw4CfoHCB6I/AAAAAAAAA2g/WFRvWianry0/s72-c/ERT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-3591218351323908310</id><published>2009-11-25T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T20:07:49.391-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mulher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ccccff; font-family: verdana;"&gt;O homem que difama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ccccff; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Uma mulher, seja ela quem for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ccccff; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Não é digno de ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ccccff; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nenhuma mulher em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ccccff; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sua Vida, nem mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ccccff; font-family: verdana;"&gt;A sua própria mãe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;(Rita Encinas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-3591218351323908310?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/3591218351323908310/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=3591218351323908310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/3591218351323908310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/3591218351323908310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-homem-que-difama-uma-mulher-seja-ela.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-1065688326356355135</id><published>2009-11-25T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T19:09:02.373-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sensual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='. poemas'/><title type='text'>ATREVIDA?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6KjUesILiY/Sw3w3_YBgMI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/x7XgFJPxzUs/s1600/Mulheres_Sensuais_38770972_se051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6KjUesILiY/Sw3w3_YBgMI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/x7XgFJPxzUs/s320/Mulheres_Sensuais_38770972_se051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, eu sou, &lt;br /&gt;Não gostou? &lt;br /&gt;Foi você quem provocou. &lt;br /&gt;Mais ainda não provou, &lt;br /&gt;Do que eu posso te mostrar. &lt;br /&gt;Sim, atrevida,vou ser, &lt;br /&gt;Por te conhecer, &lt;br /&gt;E me querer, &lt;br /&gt;E me deixar levar, &lt;br /&gt;Junto com você, &lt;br /&gt;Ao êxtase do amar. &lt;br /&gt;Serei tão atrevida, &lt;br /&gt;Que estarei desprevenida, &lt;br /&gt;De você em minha vida, &lt;br /&gt;Menos amizade colorida. &lt;br /&gt;Atrevida, &lt;br /&gt;Em te provocar, &lt;br /&gt;Louca irei ficar, &lt;br /&gt;Se as costas , &lt;br /&gt;Para mim virar. &lt;br /&gt;Só por querer te amar? &lt;br /&gt;Pois sou tão atrevida, &lt;br /&gt;Aponto de te beijar, &lt;br /&gt;E me atirar em seus &lt;br /&gt;Braços, no mínimo espaço, &lt;br /&gt;Causando-lhe embaraço, &lt;br /&gt;Te jogando o laço. &lt;br /&gt;E te vencer no cansaço. &lt;br /&gt;Atrevida, segue &lt;br /&gt;Movida, &lt;br /&gt;Pela vida, &lt;br /&gt;Quero você, &lt;br /&gt;No meu caminho. &lt;br /&gt;Te carrego pro meu ninho. &lt;br /&gt;Para atrevido ser, &lt;br /&gt;E me fazer mulher, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Claro se você quiser! &lt;br /&gt;Vai se atrever e dizer que não quer?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(Flor de liz) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-1065688326356355135?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/1065688326356355135/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=1065688326356355135&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/1065688326356355135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/1065688326356355135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2009/11/atrevida.html' title='ATREVIDA?...'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6KjUesILiY/Sw3w3_YBgMI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/x7XgFJPxzUs/s72-c/Mulheres_Sensuais_38770972_se051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-9167148889880146626</id><published>2009-11-24T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T19:44:45.710-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FINAL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JOGO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GAME OVER'/><title type='text'>O Jogo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: #cccccc; color: #666666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Continue &amp;nbsp;jogando,&lt;br /&gt;seu prazer de viver,&lt;br /&gt;que estou bolando:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #cccccc; color: #666666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;UM GAME OVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: #666666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;pra vc!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-9167148889880146626?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/9167148889880146626/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=9167148889880146626&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/9167148889880146626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/9167148889880146626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-jogo.html' title='O Jogo'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-1641822090751079584</id><published>2009-11-24T19:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T19:09:54.516-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ser'/><title type='text'>Me deixa no meu cantinho!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: #666666; color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não quero ser o que não sou&lt;br /&gt;Nem tomo posse do que não é meu&lt;br /&gt;Eu só estava no meu cantinho&lt;br /&gt;E quero continuar até o fim&lt;br /&gt;Vai ser melhor pra mim&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-1641822090751079584?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/1641822090751079584/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=1641822090751079584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/1641822090751079584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/1641822090751079584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2009/11/me-deixa-no-meu-cantinho.html' title='Me deixa no meu cantinho!!!'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-8636333178487658161</id><published>2009-11-24T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T17:11:54.103-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mudança'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade. poemas'/><title type='text'>Lições de vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: white;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Não sei por que lhe escrevo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Aliás, eu nem sei se lhe escrevo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Acho que me escrevo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Que de você me exorciso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Não lhe escrevo porque,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Quando escrevo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Como em tudo que faço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Coloco a alma, o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sitedepoesias.com.br/poesias/2692#" style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;sentimento&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Você tem alma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Sabe da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sitedepoesias.com.br/poesias/2692#" style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;alma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt; humana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Ou sabe só de você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;E sentimento!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;É algo que você não entende,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Que você não vive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Portanto, não corresponde!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Sentimento é algo grande demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Para a sua pequenez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;É assim mesmo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Existem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sitedepoesias.com.br/poesias/2692#" style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;pessoas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;, como você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Que nasceram para pequenas coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;E, das quais, não se pode esperar as grandes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Pessoas que são como pequenas pedras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Que apesar da aparência inofensiva, pequena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Quebram vidraças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Incomodam dentro do sapato...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Que estão aí para nos mostrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Que nem tudo é maravilha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Papel triste esse seu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: white;" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sitedepoesias.com.br/poesias/2692#" style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Desejo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt; triste esse meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Que quis dar-lhe outro papel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Mas não me importo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Você pode ser pequeno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Mas eu sou grande!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Obrigado por, na sua pequenez,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Ter-me dado uma grande lição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;É doido, mas me faz aprender!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Vai passar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;E essa pedra não vai incomodar tanto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;A vidraça, eu troco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;O sapato, eu tiro, limpo e calço novamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;A vida continua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Com erros e acertos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;É assim que nós crescemos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Mena moreira) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-8636333178487658161?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/8636333178487658161/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=8636333178487658161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/8636333178487658161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/8636333178487658161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2009/11/licoes-de-vida.html' title='Lições de vida'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-4097634940214167906</id><published>2009-11-20T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T19:03:17.138-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cafageste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>homem serio é uma especie em extinção?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"A razão simples é a lei da oferta e da procura.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje em dia, o homem coca-cola vale mais que o homem suco de laranja,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;por que a maioria das pessoas prefere imagem a substância.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Preferem um cafajeste bonito a um honesto mais ou menos. Simples assim."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Resposta de um amigo a pergunta: homem serio é uma especie em extinção?)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-4097634940214167906?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/4097634940214167906/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=4097634940214167906&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/4097634940214167906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/4097634940214167906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2009/11/homem-serio-e-uma-especie-em-extincao.html' title='homem serio é uma especie em extinção?'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-5497070824016307146</id><published>2009-11-19T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T18:45:02.552-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mulheres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>Sobre as mulheres...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mulheres não querem que o "príncipe encantado" seja um ogro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; - isso nem se discute.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Mas também não querem que ele seja a donzela do castelo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Revista Andros) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-5497070824016307146?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/5497070824016307146/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=5497070824016307146&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/5497070824016307146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/5497070824016307146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2009/11/sobre-as-mulheres.html' title='Sobre as mulheres...'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-7307088290453437843</id><published>2009-11-18T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T15:53:14.650-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maça'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>frase de uma amiga!!!(Essa vai pro Blog)KKK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ainda bem que Eva deu uma maça pra Adão comer....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: black; color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pq se fosse uma banana nós mulheres&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: black; color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;estavamos ainda mais ferradas!!!KKK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Ouvi da minha amiga Rê, ontem e ela tem razão - assunto que rolava:homens , filhos e afins, coisas de mulher)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-7307088290453437843?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/7307088290453437843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=7307088290453437843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/7307088290453437843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/7307088290453437843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2009/11/frase-de-uma-amigaessa-vai-pro-blogkkk.html' title='frase de uma amiga!!!(Essa vai pro Blog)KKK'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-5459387202458096574</id><published>2009-11-18T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T19:34:54.483-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='segredos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='martha medeiros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Não nos contaram( Nem pra mim)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e2e2c7;"&gt;Hoje é o momento ideal pra falar de sacanagem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e2e2c7;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e2e2c7;"&gt;Mas nada de ménage à trois, sexo selvagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e2e2c7;"&gt;e práticas perversas, sinto muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Pretendo, sim, é falar das sacanagens que fizeram com a gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e2e2c7;"&gt;Fizeram a gente acreditar que amor mesmo,&amp;nbsp; amor pra valer,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e2e2c7;"&gt;só acontece uma vez, geralmente antes dos 30 anos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Não nos contaram que amor não é acionado nem chega com hora marcada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e2e2c7;"&gt;Fizeram a gente acreditar que cada um de nós é a metade de uma laranja,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e2e2c7;"&gt;e que a vida só ganha sentido quando encontramos a outra metade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e2e2c7;"&gt;Não contaram que já nascemos inteiros, que ninguém em nossa vida&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e2e2c7;"&gt;merece carregar nas costas a responsabilidade de completar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e2e2c7;"&gt;o que nos falta: a gente cresce através da gente mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Se estivermos em boa companhia, é só mais agradável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e2e2c7;"&gt;Fizeram a gente acreditar numa fórmula chamada "dois em um",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e2e2c7;"&gt;duas pessoas pensando igual, agindo igual, que isso era que funcionava.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Não nos contaram que isso tem nome: anulação.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e2e2c7;"&gt;Que só sendo indivíduos com personalidade própria&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e2e2c7;"&gt;é que poderemos ter uma relação saudável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e2e2c7;"&gt;Fizeram a gente acreditar que casamento é obrigatório&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e2e2c7;"&gt;e que desejos fora de hora devem ser reprimidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e2e2c7;"&gt;Fizeram a gente acreditar que os bonitos e magros são mais amados,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e2e2c7;"&gt;que os que transam pouco são caretas,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e2e2c7;"&gt;que os que transam muito não são confiáveis,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e2e2c7;"&gt;e que sempre haverá um chinelo velho para um pé torto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Só não disseram que existe muito mais cabeça torta do que pé torto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e2e2c7;"&gt;Fizeram a gente acreditar que só há uma fórmula de ser feliz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e2e2c7;"&gt;a mesma para todos, e os que escapam dela estão condenados à marginalidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e2e2c7;"&gt;Não nos contaram que estas fórmulas dão errado, frustram as pessoas,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e2e2c7;"&gt;são alienantes, e que podemos tentar outras alternativas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Ah, nem contaram que ninguém vai contar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e2e2c7;"&gt;&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 style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e2e2c7;"&gt;&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 style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e2e2c7;"&gt;Cada um vai ter que descobrir sozinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e2e2c7;"&gt;E aí, quando você estiver muito apaixonado por você mesmo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e2e2c7;"&gt;vai poder ser muito feliz se apaixonar por alguém.&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/7055212577165357016-5459387202458096574?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/5459387202458096574/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=5459387202458096574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/5459387202458096574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/5459387202458096574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2009/11/nao-nos-contaram-nem-pra-mim.html' title='Não nos contaram( Nem pra mim)'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-2641199436049333809</id><published>2009-11-18T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T19:30:37.025-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tarde demais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>Tarde demais</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff4fa7;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tarde demais é uma expressão cruel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f20079;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tarde demais é uma hora morta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff4fa7;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tarde demais é longe à beça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f20079;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Não é lá que devemos deixar florescer nossas descobertas.&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/7055212577165357016-2641199436049333809?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/2641199436049333809/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=2641199436049333809&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/2641199436049333809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/2641199436049333809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2009/11/tarde-demais.html' title='Tarde demais'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-3012947448441060438</id><published>2009-11-17T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T20:32:40.176-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>SEXO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;SEXO É QUANDO A GENTE AMA TANTO&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;QUE TEM VONTADE DE MORAR DENTRO DO OUTRO...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Desconheço o autor , Mas&amp;nbsp; adorei essa também) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-3012947448441060438?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/3012947448441060438/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=3012947448441060438&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/3012947448441060438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/3012947448441060438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2009/11/sexo.html' title='SEXO...'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-7890143159931699857</id><published>2009-11-17T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T20:06:01.573-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>Meu coração é puro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gospelprime.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/coracao-pedra-300x236.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.gospelprime.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/coracao-pedra-300x236.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Pura maldade !!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Desconheço a autoria mas adorei a frase, kkk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-7890143159931699857?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/7890143159931699857/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=7890143159931699857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/7890143159931699857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/7890143159931699857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2009/11/meu-coracao-e-puro.html' title='Meu coração é puro...'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-593746501829190511</id><published>2009-11-16T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:12:38.937-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor. poemas'/><title type='text'>E o sonho acabou</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b2ccf6;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Não sei se vou conseguir passar para o papel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b2ccf6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;O que estou sentindo neste momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b2ccf6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Sinto raiva de mim mesmo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b2ccf6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Raiva por ter o atrevimento de sonhar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b2ccf6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;com você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b2ccf6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Por ter alimentado uma esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b2ccf6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;que sabia, no fundo, ser em vão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b2ccf6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Estranho é que nos achamos experientes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b2ccf6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Que somos donos da verdade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b2ccf6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Perfeitos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b2ccf6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;E, que tudo corre como desejamos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b2ccf6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Não é assim, nunca foi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b2ccf6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Somos engrenagens de uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b2ccf6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;máquina imperfeita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b2ccf6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Somos frutos de nossas ânsias e loucuras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b2ccf6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;E esquecemos que, aquilo que damos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b2ccf6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;nem sempre será aquilo que receberemos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b2ccf6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Mas eu vou chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b2ccf6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Eu quero chorar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b2ccf6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;É preciso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&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 align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b2ccf6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Quem sabe amanhã estas lágrimas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b2ccf6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;me ensinem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b2ccf6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Me ensinem as lições que preciso aprender?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b2ccf6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;De qualquer forma saio perdendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&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 align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b2ccf6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;O coração lamentando tua perda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b2ccf6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;A vida me cobrando o retorno ao caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b2ccf6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;E esta vontade de não estar aqui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&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 align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b2ccf6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Não estar em lugar nenhum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&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 align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b2ccf6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Palavras não serão suficientes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b2ccf6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;para expressar meus sentimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b2ccf6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Hoje sou louça quebrada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b2ccf6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Meus cacos estão perdidos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b2ccf6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Muitos ficaram em você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b2ccf6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Não há como tê-los de volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b2ccf6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Não partirei, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b2ccf6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;mas não estarei dentro de você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b2ccf6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Estarei perdido, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b2ccf6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;fingindo ser o que não sou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b2ccf6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;me enganando mais uma vez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b2ccf6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Tentando achar um novo caminho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-593746501829190511?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/593746501829190511/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=593746501829190511&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/593746501829190511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/593746501829190511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-o-sonho-acabou.html' title='E o sonho acabou'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-174145690481021808</id><published>2009-11-16T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T16:24:08.849-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='triste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S3_fg3s7_6Q/SoF9dUYNQJI/AAAAAAAACvU/HFLp128qi04/s1600/MULHER_TRISTE_%28Dina%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S3_fg3s7_6Q/SoF9dUYNQJI/AAAAAAAACvU/HFLp128qi04/s320/MULHER_TRISTE_%28Dina%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não fique triste quando eu disser&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;que você me faz chorar,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;pois só me fazem chorar as pessoas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;que tem importância na minha vida!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-174145690481021808?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/174145690481021808/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=174145690481021808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/174145690481021808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/174145690481021808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2009/11/nao-fique-triste-quando-eu-disser-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S3_fg3s7_6Q/SoF9dUYNQJI/AAAAAAAACvU/HFLp128qi04/s72-c/MULHER_TRISTE_%28Dina%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-3342590781329665674</id><published>2009-11-14T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:54:07.409-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixão.ilusão'/><title type='text'>Sonhar...Não, não posso!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Hoje queria dormir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;e não mais acordar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;de um sonho teu não sair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;para que nos pudéssemos amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Queria que pegasses minha mão&lt;br /&gt;e me olhasses fixamente&lt;br /&gt;dissesses que sou a tua paixão&lt;br /&gt;e que me queres eternamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Eu desejava tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;que revelasses teu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;e debaixo do manto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;num só fizéssemos união&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Queria tanto ouvir tua voz&lt;br /&gt;a dizer amo-te musa&lt;br /&gt;e sentir esse teu corpo feroz&lt;br /&gt;"afogando" a tua musa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Deixem-me, deixem-me sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;não quero, não quero acordar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;é tão bom ter-te comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;eu e tu, num só, somos perfeito abrigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas isto nem é um sonho&lt;br /&gt;é pura imaginação&lt;br /&gt;que deixa apenas meu rosto risonho&lt;br /&gt;de uma impossível paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;O melhor é parar de imaginar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;esquecer o que pensei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;e o coração fechar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;é o melhor, eu sei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;danyfilipa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-3342590781329665674?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/3342590781329665674/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=3342590781329665674&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/3342590781329665674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/3342590781329665674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2009/11/sonharnao-nao-posso.html' title='Sonhar...Não, não posso!!!'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-6333803368944419243</id><published>2009-11-13T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T15:07:23.857-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presente'/><title type='text'>Presentinho da amiga Eneida Lovely</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eneida-lovely-ba.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img &amp;nbsp;="" border="0" src="http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/7899/onelovelyblog.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OBRIGADA AMIGA!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAÇAM UMA VISITA A ELA&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E CONHEÇAM ESSE BLOG MARAVILHOSO.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TE ADORO AMIGA!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;http://eneida-lovely-ba.blogspot.com/&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-6333803368944419243?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/6333803368944419243/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=6333803368944419243&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/6333803368944419243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/6333803368944419243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2009/11/presentinho-da-amiga-eneida-lovely.html' title='Presentinho da amiga Eneida Lovely'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-3355776533831335387</id><published>2009-11-13T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T15:00:03.701-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DECLARAÇÃO DE AMIZADE'/><title type='text'>Declaração de AMIZADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Recebi da queridinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: black; color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Alyne - http://linne-oliver.blogspot.com/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Faça um post lindo de Amizade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Como vai você...&lt;br /&gt;Desejo que estejas bem...&lt;br /&gt;Cheio de paz...&lt;br /&gt;Saúde e muita inspiração...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Na correria do dia – a – dia...&lt;br /&gt;Eu penso em você...&lt;br /&gt;Na tua alegria...&lt;br /&gt;Na tua tristeza...&lt;br /&gt;Nos seus belos comentários...&lt;br /&gt;Em poemas meus...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lendo você...&lt;br /&gt;Mato saudades...&lt;br /&gt;Sei de você...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Todo dia...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Passo pra te dar bom dia...&lt;br /&gt;Deixar-te meu abraço...&lt;br /&gt;Meu carinho...&lt;br /&gt;E dizer eu amo você...&lt;br /&gt;Caso precisares de mim...&lt;br /&gt;Estou aqui conte comigo...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AMIGO &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Escolhemos dez amigos para declarar a nossa amizade e os nomeamos num post.&lt;br /&gt;- Em seguida visitamos seus blogs e comunicamos a nomeação.&lt;br /&gt;- Cada um deverá nomear mais dez, e assim sucessivamente.&lt;br /&gt;- Não há selos ou prêmios, apenas nossa declaração sincera de afeto.&lt;br /&gt;Eu Ofereço para:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PARA TODOS OS MEUS AMIGOS QUE COMENTAM, QUE ME SEGUEM, QUE ME ATURAM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AMO TODOS , NÃO PODERIA ESCOLHER SÓ DEZ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AMO VCS!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OBRIGADA SEMPRE!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-3355776533831335387?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/3355776533831335387/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=3355776533831335387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/3355776533831335387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/3355776533831335387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2009/11/declaracao-de-amizade.html' title='Declaração de AMIZADE'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-3858040557718149344</id><published>2009-11-09T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T21:24:36.430-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='martha medeiros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mulheres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='. poemas'/><title type='text'>Grandes e pequenas mulheres!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Há mulheres de todos os gêneros. Histéricas, batalhadoras, frescas, profissionais, chatas, inteligentes, gostosas, parasitas, sensacionais. Mulheres de origens diversas, de idades várias, mulheres de posses ou de grana curta. Mulheres de tudo quanto é jeito. Mas se eu fosse homem prestaria atenção apenas num quesito: se a mulher é do tipo que puxa pra cima ou se é do tipo que empurra pra baixo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que por trás de todo grande homem existe uma grande mulher. Meia-verdade. Ele pode ser grande estando sozinho também. Mas com uma mulher xarope ele não vai chegar a lugar algum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulher que puxa pra cima é mulher que aposta nas decisões do cara, que não fica telefonando pro escritório toda hora, que tem a profissão dela, que o apóia quando ele diz que vai pedir demissão por questões éticas e que confia que vai dar tudo certo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulher que empurra pra baixo é a que põe minhoca na cabeça dele sobre os seus colegas, a que tem acessos de carência bem na hora que ele tem que entrar numa reunião, a que não avaliza nenhuma mudança que ele propõe, a que quer manter tudo como está.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulher que puxa pra cima é a que dá uns toques na hora de ele se vestir, a que não perturba com questões menores, a que incentiva o marido a procurar os amigos, a que separa matérias de revista que possam interessá-lo, a que indica livros, a que faz amor com vontade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulher que empurra pra baixo é a que reclama do salário dele, a que não acredita que ele tenha taco pra assumir uma promoção, a que acha que viajar é despesa e não investimento, a que tem ciúmes da secretária.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulher que puxa pra cima é a que dá conselhos e não palpite, a que acompanha nas festas e nas roubadas, a que tem bom humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulher que empurra pra baixo é a que debocha dos defeitos dele em rodinhas de amigos e que não acredita que ele vá mais longe do que já foi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se por trás de todo grande homem existe uma grande mulher, então vale o inverso também: por trás de um pequeno homem talvez exista uma mulher pequena.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Marthas Medeiros) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-3858040557718149344?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/3858040557718149344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=3858040557718149344&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/3858040557718149344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/3858040557718149344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2009/11/grandes-e-pequenas-mulheres.html' title='Grandes e pequenas mulheres!!!'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-3249847297907339463</id><published>2009-11-09T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T15:59:20.328-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='martha medeiros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor. poemas'/><title type='text'>"Paraíso"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"O melhor seria aceitarmos que todo paraíso precisa um pouco de inferno. Agir direito é uma coisa, mas temos que ficar de olho nos que tentam "redesenhar" o mundo, apagando cigarros ou qualquer &lt;span style="background-color: black; color: purple;"&gt;vestígio da nossa desajeitada humanidade. Se ficarmos muito bonzinhos, muito certinhos, muito perfeitinhos, acabaremos perdendo o que nos resta de humor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: purple; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Martha Medeiros) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-3249847297907339463?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/3249847297907339463/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=3249847297907339463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/3249847297907339463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/3249847297907339463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2009/11/paraiso.html' title='&quot;Paraíso&quot;'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-4625078062059163011</id><published>2009-11-09T20:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T20:38:33.717-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixão.ilusão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>frases</title><content type='html'>A COISA MAIS CRUEL QUE ALGUÉM PODE FAZER É PERMITIR QUE ALGUÉM SE APAIXONE POR VOCÊ, QUANDO VOCÊ NÃO PRETENDE FAZER O MESMO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-4625078062059163011?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/4625078062059163011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=4625078062059163011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/4625078062059163011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/4625078062059163011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2009/11/frases_594.html' title='frases'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-8751132563876971641</id><published>2009-11-09T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T16:01:40.846-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='martha medeiros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mulher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acidente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pessoas'/><title type='text'>EU...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A todos trato muito bem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sou cordial, educada, quase sensata,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mas nada me dá mais prazer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;do que ser persona non grata&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;expulsa do paraiso&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;uma mulher sem juízo, que não se comove&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;com nada&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;cruel e refinada&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;que não merece ir pro céu, uma vilã de novela&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mas bela, e até mesmo culta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;estranha, com tantos amigos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;e amada, bem vestida e respeitada&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;aqui entre nós&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;melhor que ser boazinha&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;é não poder ser imitada.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-8751132563876971641?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/8751132563876971641/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=8751132563876971641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/8751132563876971641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/8751132563876971641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2009/11/todos.html' title='EU...'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-203161916409475653</id><published>2009-11-09T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T20:34:16.261-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='martha medeiros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampiros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>VAMPIROS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Eu não acredito em gnomos ou duendes, mas vampiros existem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;Fique ligado, eles podem estar numa sala de &lt;b&gt;bate-papo &lt;/b&gt;virtual,no seu &lt;b&gt;msn&lt;/b&gt;, no balcão de um &lt;b&gt;bar,&lt;/b&gt; no estacionamento de um &lt;b&gt;shopping.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;Vampiros e vampiras aproximam-se com uma conversa fiada,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;contam suas vidas , seus "problemas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;pedem seu telefone, ligam no outro dia, convidam para um cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;Quando você menos espera, está entregando a eles seu rico pescocinho e mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;E&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ste "mais" você vai acabar descobrindo o que é com o tempo. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vampiros tratam você muito bem,&lt;b&gt; têm muita cultura, presença de espírito e conhecimento da vida.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;Você fica certo que conheceu uma pessoa especial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;Custa a se dar conta de que eles são vampiros, parecem gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;Até que começam a sugar você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sugam todinho o seu amor,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sugam sua confiança,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sugam sua tolerância,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sugam sua fé,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sugam seu tempo,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sugam suas ilusões&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Vampiros deixam você murchinha, chupam até a última gota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um belo dia você descobre que nunca recebeu nada em troca, que amou pelos dois, que foi sempre um ombro amigo, que sempre esteve à disposição, e sofreu tão solitariamente que hoje se encontra aí, mais carniça do que carne. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta é uma historinha de terror que se repete ano após ano, por séculos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;Relações vampirescas: o morcegão surge com uma carinha de fome e cansaço,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;como se não tivesse dormido a noite toda,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;e você se oferece para uma conversa, um abraço, uma força.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;Aí ele se revitaliza e bate as asinhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;Acontece em São Paulo, Manaus, Recife, Florianópolis, em todo lugar, não só na Transilvânia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt; E ocorre também entre amigos, entre colegas de trabalho, entre familiares, não só nas relações de amor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doe sangue para hospitais. Dê seu sangue por um projeto de vida, por um sonho.&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas não doe para aqueles que sempre, sempre, sempre vão lhe pedir mais e lhe retribuir jamais.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Martha medeiros) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-203161916409475653?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/203161916409475653/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=203161916409475653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/203161916409475653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/203161916409475653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2009/11/vampiros.html' title='VAMPIROS'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-182522865116089346</id><published>2009-11-09T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T20:17:17.459-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pessoas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>frases</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #999999; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Quero que se alguém estiver comigo, que esteja. Mesmo que seja só naquele momento. Mesmo que mude de idéia no dia seguinte. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-182522865116089346?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/182522865116089346/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=182522865116089346&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/182522865116089346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/182522865116089346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2009/11/frases_09.html' title='frases'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-2705725626274890628</id><published>2009-11-08T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T15:58:35.421-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor. poemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejos amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='. poemas'/><title type='text'>DONA DE MIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l6KjUesILiY/SvemE4a5cPI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/529RkGn5rl4/s2000-h/poema1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l6KjUesILiY/SvemE4a5cPI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/529RkGn5rl4/s640/poema1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-2705725626274890628?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/2705725626274890628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=2705725626274890628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/2705725626274890628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/2705725626274890628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2009/11/doan-de-mim.html' title='DONA DE MIM'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l6KjUesILiY/SvemE4a5cPI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/529RkGn5rl4/s72-c/poema1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-378179182907672795</id><published>2009-11-08T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T20:42:42.112-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor. poemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='. poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6KjUesILiY/Svedk4iDQMI/AAAAAAAAA2I/WqxsC2s1H1k/s1600-h/fee3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6KjUesILiY/Svedk4iDQMI/AAAAAAAAA2I/WqxsC2s1H1k/s320/fee3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;CADÊ VOCÊ?&lt;br /&gt;CADÊ AQUELES OLHOS&lt;br /&gt;DENSOS DE ARREBATAÇÃO,&lt;br /&gt;A MÚSICA&amp;nbsp;ENSANDECIDA DO SEU RESPIRAR&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;E A BOCA QUE SEMPRE DEFLAGRA&lt;br /&gt;MINHA ERUPÇÃO?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;ANTES QUE EU VÁ EMBORA,&lt;br /&gt;POR QUE MEU&amp;nbsp;SANGUE FERVE&lt;br /&gt;QUANDO SONHO COM VOCÊ?&lt;br /&gt;POR QUE SINTO NA CARNE&lt;br /&gt;SUA CHAMA ME VARRER?&lt;br /&gt;SE EU COMO&amp;nbsp;ESTA SAUDADE,&lt;br /&gt;ONDE ESTIVE COM VOCÊ, AMOR?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;(A&lt;strong&gt;bel Puro)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-378179182907672795?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/378179182907672795/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=378179182907672795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/378179182907672795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/378179182907672795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2009/11/cade-voce-cade-aqueles-olhos-densos-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6KjUesILiY/Svedk4iDQMI/AAAAAAAAA2I/WqxsC2s1H1k/s72-c/fee3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-907338665271927129</id><published>2009-11-08T20:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T20:24:58.293-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>frases</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;cite&gt;"As vezes fechamos nossos ouvidos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;cite&gt;para não ouvir&amp;nbsp;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;cite&gt;o que já esperamos!"   &lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-907338665271927129?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/907338665271927129/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=907338665271927129&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/907338665271927129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/907338665271927129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2009/11/frases.html' title='frases'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-3028773627767648288</id><published>2009-11-06T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T16:14:48.532-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escondido'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escrever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Escondido</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: black; color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Poesias ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Poemas?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Acha que&amp;nbsp; fico por ai contando meus sentimentos pra qualquer um &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;É que eu aprendi a guardar dentro de mim o que sinto...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bem que eu queria esconder isso aqui&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;aqui no peito !!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas ta ficando difícil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-3028773627767648288?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/3028773627767648288/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=3028773627767648288&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/3028773627767648288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/3028773627767648288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2009/11/escondido.html' title='Escondido'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055212577165357016.post-1897973390357565028</id><published>2009-11-05T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T19:45:47.008-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='. poemas'/><title type='text'>Nada é por acaso!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div id="HOTWordsTxt" style="background-color: black; color: #e06666;"&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu recebi o beijo que esperei por mais de 10&amp;nbsp; anos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entre um momento perfeito,e uma eternidade vazia,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu fui feliz...Ele não sei como se sentiu,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas me deu um pouco do que eu mais queria...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Segundo ele, eu poderia estar completamente apaixonada agora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se ele realmente fizesse acontecer tudo o que se passava em sua mente...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E ele pensou em mim,disse que não queria me magoar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas, depois de tudo,a incerteza: “por que assim?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Houve um acúmulo de situações harmônicas entre nós em mais&amp;nbsp; de anos de amizade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sintonia de pensamentos, prazer recíproco de estar em boa companhia,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um jeito que achamos de suprir o que o mundo nos deixa faltar na ausência um do outro...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mesmo que cada um tenha a sua vida,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;há coisas que só encontramos e conseguimos viver juntos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tô mentindo?Acredito que não...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;A soma de tudo isso,proporcionou a situação...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como ele mesma diz, “nada acontece por acaso...se rolou,é porque tinha que rolar...”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas se a oportunidade surgiu,por que não fazer valer?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixar passar , assim , em branco... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;A química existe entre dois elementos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se um deles é neutro,não há reação positiva!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os opostos se atraem, os iguais se repelem,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas um elemento unido ao neutro não se manifesta de maneira convincente!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sei que não posso exigir dele sentimento igual ao meu,mas posso dar bons motivos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra gostar de mim!!E eles eu estou mostrando a medida em que ele permite...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não esqueci que chegaram na minha frente...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;que o coração dele já tinha dono,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas eu não to expulsando ninguém de lá de dentro...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;só quero um espacinho &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra poder crescer depois!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez você que está lendo nem precisasse saber disso,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas eu precisava conversar com alguém...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;obrigado pela sua atenção...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E a ele,só mais um recado...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;Posso fazer mais diferença do que você imagina...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toma conta de mim enquanto ainda dá tempo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Tony ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055212577165357016-1897973390357565028?l=marinablanc21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/feeds/1897973390357565028/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055212577165357016&amp;postID=1897973390357565028&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/1897973390357565028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055212577165357016/posts/default/1897973390357565028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinablanc21.blogspot.com/2009/11/nada-e-por-acaso.html' title='Nada é por acaso!'/><author><name>Marina Blanc</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112198568940339953655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H3R7PQ2_7UM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/s8PExxYqfuc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
