<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017</id><updated>2012-01-09T19:29:45.450-03:00</updated><category term='vida'/><category term='sobre nós'/><category term='Dos outros'/><category term='agradecimento'/><category term='do sentir'/><category term='Dando um tempo'/><category term='ano novo'/><category term='Felicidade'/><category term='aniversário'/><category term='citações'/><category term='pensamentos aletórios'/><category term='Momento'/><category term='hoje'/><category term='você'/><category term='fun'/><category term='desabafo'/><category term='pessoas'/><category term='memórias'/><category term='interna'/><category term='fé'/><category term='delirios'/><category term='cotidiano'/><category term='eu'/><category term='divagações'/><title type='text'>Menina de Sorte</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>253</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-2075471997604137315</id><published>2012-01-09T19:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T19:29:45.460-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tá uma angustia gigante aqui, como se meu coração não coubesse no meu peito...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-2075471997604137315?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/2075471997604137315/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2012/01/ta-uma-angustia-gigante-aqui-como-se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/2075471997604137315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/2075471997604137315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2012/01/ta-uma-angustia-gigante-aqui-como-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-6653512093925927471</id><published>2011-12-31T21:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T21:19:55.231-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos aletórios'/><title type='text'>Então chegou ao fim...</title><content type='html'>"Daqui a vinte anos você estará mais desapontado pelas coisas que você não fez do que pelas que fez. Então expanda-se. Navegue para longe do porto seguro. Pegue os ventos de mudança em sua viagem. Explore. Sonhe. Descubra." Samuel Langhorne Clemens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver exige ousadia. &lt;br /&gt;Vá e faça 2012 valer a pena. &lt;br /&gt;Feliz Ano novo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-6653512093925927471?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/6653512093925927471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/12/entao-chegou-ao-fim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/6653512093925927471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/6653512093925927471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/12/entao-chegou-ao-fim.html' title='Então chegou ao fim...'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-3433813963227968002</id><published>2011-12-19T19:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T19:38:48.300-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'>O problema é essa esperança.</title><content type='html'>Eu estou acostumada a não ter a presença, o contato.&lt;br /&gt;Estou acostumada com a ausência, com o esquecimento, com a falta.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não estou acostumada da ter esperança. &lt;br /&gt;Muito menos a essa dorzinha chata e persistente que fica quando a esperança morre. &lt;br /&gt;Não consigo lidar com essa decepção. &lt;br /&gt;Não consigo.&lt;br /&gt;Desculpe. &lt;br /&gt;Eu acreditei, eu me permitir achar que dava para acontecer, mas essa dor que sinto agora, essa tristeza, me mostraram que não dá. &lt;br /&gt;Não conseguirei ir adiante. &lt;br /&gt;Desisto aqui e agora. &lt;br /&gt;Desculpe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-3433813963227968002?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/3433813963227968002/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-problema-e-essa-esperanca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/3433813963227968002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/3433813963227968002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-problema-e-essa-esperanca.html' title='O problema é essa esperança.'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-290871632672956329</id><published>2011-11-20T20:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T20:57:58.714-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'>Eu sou uma idiota.</title><content type='html'>E constatar isso, assim, tão na lata, dói, viu?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-290871632672956329?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/290871632672956329/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/11/eu-sou-uma-idiota.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/290871632672956329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/290871632672956329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/11/eu-sou-uma-idiota.html' title='Eu sou uma idiota.'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-2036425286165748458</id><published>2011-11-11T11:14:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T11:16:50.607-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'>Mais uma especialidade para meu currículo:</title><content type='html'>Autossabotagem.&lt;div&gt;To pra ver alguém tão bom nisso quanto eu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A minha sorte é que tenho sorte e, bom... isso ajuda. E muito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-2036425286165748458?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/2036425286165748458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/11/mais-uma-especialidade-para-meu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/2036425286165748458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/2036425286165748458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/11/mais-uma-especialidade-para-meu.html' title='Mais uma especialidade para meu currículo:'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-3413019711630629523</id><published>2011-11-09T21:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T21:51:03.218-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Essa coisa de precisar de cura de tempos em tempos me deixa exaurida. E no fim, não é cura. É só paliativo pra disfarçar o incurável.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-3413019711630629523?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/3413019711630629523/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/11/essa-coisa-de-precisar-de-cura-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/3413019711630629523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/3413019711630629523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/11/essa-coisa-de-precisar-de-cura-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-8654601175830241596</id><published>2011-11-07T21:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T21:01:39.068-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos aletórios'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Em que curva dessa estrada você se perdeu de mim e eu de você?&lt;div&gt;Sinto saudades de nos! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-8654601175830241596?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/8654601175830241596/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/11/em-que-curva-dessa-estrada-voce-se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/8654601175830241596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/8654601175830241596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/11/em-que-curva-dessa-estrada-voce-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-1465491202724228960</id><published>2011-11-06T10:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T10:43:07.115-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'>Chegada a "boa hora"...</title><content type='html'>As pessoas que estão grávidas, na reta final, costumam ouvir de outras pessoas a frase: "Tenha uma boa hora..."&lt;div&gt;Pois é. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou no momento de cortar o cordão umbilical de uma gestação que já durou tempo demais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não caibo mais nessa barriga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preciso ir voa sozinha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-1465491202724228960?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/1465491202724228960/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/11/chegada-boa-hora.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/1465491202724228960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/1465491202724228960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/11/chegada-boa-hora.html' title='Chegada a &quot;boa hora&quot;...'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-5053022641996933490</id><published>2011-11-05T20:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T20:49:03.065-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'>Sobre o cuidar...</title><content type='html'>Eu sempre fui quem cuida.&lt;div&gt;Sempre cuidei das pessoas, dos sentimentos alheios, das suas enfermidades de corpo e alma, do problema, da raiva, da dor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sempre estive lá (ou aqui) para ouvir, para fazer um mimo, para colocar para dormir, pra fazer a sopa, o brigadeiro, dar o colo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ai eu cresci. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E continuei fazendo tudo igualzinho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dai você cresce mais ainda e percebe que você já cuidou tanto de todo mundo e que ainda vai cuidar muito, mas nesse momento você precisa de um momento para respirar, de um colo pra descansar do peso do mundo, de alguém pra te colocar pra dormir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E é estranho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É esquisito demais pensar que você precisa ser cuidado quando você sempre cuidou de tudo e todos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas eu to assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Querendo um colo pra deitar depois de toda jornada, depois de domar meus leões. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E não me acostumei com isso. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enfim, paro, penso nisso e percebo que preciso reaprender a me permitir que o coração dê algumas ordens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não se faz ENEM pro coração nem se resolve isso com questões de raciocínio lógico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E essa necessidade de cuidado não é nada além de carência! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Difícil admitir, mas estamos aê! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem tirou pedaço! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-5053022641996933490?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/5053022641996933490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/11/sobre-o-cuidar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/5053022641996933490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/5053022641996933490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/11/sobre-o-cuidar.html' title='Sobre o cuidar...'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-4880564803649686535</id><published>2011-10-19T12:57:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T13:33:25.207-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos aletórios'/><title type='text'>12 dias</title><content type='html'>Olhando para trás eu chego a conclusão que muitas coisas que acontecem na vida das pessoas, quiçá todas, tem um tempo, um motivo, uma razão para serem exatamente do jeito que acabam sendo.&lt;div&gt;Nem sempre achamos que estamos preparados para encarar os desfechos, mas estamos sim. As coisas sempre atingem as proporções que nós deixamos que atinjam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nada mais, nada menos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entender isso é bem doloroso, principalmente quando, dentro da gente, os desfechos sempre são diferentes da realidade, mas é necessário. A vida tem que seguir adiante. Não há outro jeito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doer doí. E nunca se consegue prever o tempo dessa dor, mas a gente suporta e até cresce com isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que não mata, fortalece. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há de passar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-4880564803649686535?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/4880564803649686535/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/10/12-dias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/4880564803649686535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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do caminho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pena que tem tanto caminho no meio de nós. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então espero, talvez numa vã esperança, que quando outubro chegar, o "s" se mude para outro sentimento e talvez a gente possa chama-lo de "satisfação" e eu possa me sentir assim, satisfeita por poder dividir um abraço com você, até a vida voltar a parecer um lugar sem tanta dessa tal falta maldita que a gente chama de "saudade".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-8436878907980558666?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/8436878907980558666/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-s-de-setembro-e-o-mesmo-s-de-saudade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-1605373944477955090</id><published>2011-08-31T13:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T13:19:54.695-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos aletórios'/><title type='text'>Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;a name="28111"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div id="message_box" style="width: 520px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: table; "&gt;&lt;div class="msgpart clearfix" id="msgBody" style="width: 520px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: table; "&gt;&lt;div id="bodyContent" style="width: 520px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: table; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(82, 87, 91); letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}" class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;i&gt;O amor não acaba.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(82, 87, 91); letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}" class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;i&gt;O amor apenas sai do centro das nossas atenções. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(82, 87, 91); letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}" class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;i&gt;O tempo desenvolve nossas defesas, nos oferece outras possibilidades e a gente avança porque é da natureza humana avançar. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(82, 87, 91); letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}" class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Não é o sentimento que se esgota, somos nós que ficamos esgotados de sofrer, ou esgotados de esperar, ou esgotados da mesmice.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;a name="28111"&gt;&lt;div id="message_box" style="width: 520px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;div class="msgpart clearfix" id="msgBody" style="width: 520px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;div id="bodyContent" style="width: 520px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(82, 87, 91); letter-spacing: 0px; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}" class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;a name="28111"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 520px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;div class="msgpart clearfix" style="width: 520px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;div style="width: 520px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(82, 87, 91); letter-spacing: 0px; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}" class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;a name="28111"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 520px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;div class="msgpart clearfix" style="width: 520px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;div style="width: 520px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(82, 87, 91); letter-spacing: 0px; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}" class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;a name="28111"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 520px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;div class="msgpart clearfix" style="width: 520px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;div style="width: 520px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(82, 87, 91); letter-spacing: 0px; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}" class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&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/2818464917148025017-1605373944477955090?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/1605373944477955090/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/08/amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/1605373944477955090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/1605373944477955090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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would be this hard"&lt;br /&gt;Pode desistir, Arnaldo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;Nunca fui assim de desistências, mas olha, tá &lt;b&gt;so hard&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tenho que me convencer que as soluções alheias não são as minhas, preciso encontrar minhas próprias respostas, meu caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Estou física e mentalmente exausta, com uma gripe fortíssima que me pegou de calça arriada num momento em que eu precisava da minha cabeça funcionando a mil por hora, com medo de fazer tudo errado, com medo de não conseguir! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;Como faz, meu Deus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;Como faz? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&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/2818464917148025017-888192469173498884?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/888192469173498884/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/08/pode.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/888192469173498884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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minhas esperanças de futuro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo dando certo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu continuo triste. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até quando?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-8188035891395216797?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/8188035891395216797/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/08/tudo-ok.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/8188035891395216797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/8188035891395216797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/08/tudo-ok.html' title='Tudo Ok'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-4028855406705376692</id><published>2011-08-08T21:36:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T00:13:13.727-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do sentir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dos outros'/><title type='text'>"A gente deve transformar as tristezas em melodias bonitas."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(Antes de começar a ler, clica &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qemWRToNYJY"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; e aumenta o volume)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To numa fase triste. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parece que a vida resolveu testar de uma vez só todo meu otimismo e está todo dia um pouco tirando um tijolinho para ver até quando que consigo ficar de pé. O quanto eu aguento apanhar e seguir em frente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tá, não é algo tão ruim, tem gente com problemas reais no mundo, sofrendo por coisas muito mais latentes e dolorosas e, embora eu seja adepta desse pensamento, nesse momento eu acho que posso ficar triste. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas ai é que vem a coisa engraçada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se pudesse ilustrar minha tristeza, ela seria desenho em pastel seco mostrando o quando o grafite pode delinear e preencher, brincar de luz e sombras. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seria fotografia de entardecer e nascer do sol, num horizonte distante. Um pássaro voando sozinhonum céu azul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seria o encontro dos dedos do Criador e Adão no teto da Capela Cistina, com todos os craquelados do tempo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seria a lembrança do meu abraço favorito no mundo, aquele que só eu sei qual é, num momento que ninguém, alem de mim e dos outros braços, sabe qual é...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todas exemplificações lindas, de coisas que passaram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O dia que deixou a noite para traz, a noite que deixou o dia morrer devagar, o pássaro que se desgarrou dos outros e foi riscar o céu escolhendo seu caminhos, mas só, o abraço que aqueceu aquele dia incrível e frio...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seria um blues, um jazz, teria a voz viciante do John Mayer ou talvez da Adele, seria vinho branco gelado, seria um fio de queijo derretido, seria cheiro de chocolate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um dia frio, chuvoso e cinzento embaixo do edredom, com um livro do Zafón e uma caneca de chá de morango com pimenta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seria a lembrança de um certo sorriso. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seria algo bom. Uma catarse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma forma de entender que certas coisas se vão, outras coisas vem e ocupam os vazios, embora nem sempre ocupem o lugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seria compreensão, aceitação, complacência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não que isso não fosse doer ou que me corpo não fosse se sacudir com meus soluços quando  eu choro tentando limpar meu coração dessa tristeza tão presente. Mas seria bom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É bom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É como dizer adeus a algo que não pode mais ficar aqui e tem que ir embora. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não que não seja a coisa mais difícil que já fiz na vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas também é a coisa mais bonita que já me foi dada e talvez por isso seja bem mais fácil deixar doer a abrir mão. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu nem sei como vim parar aqui, mas a frase acima me inspirou. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Adele fez da tristeza dela música. Música maravilhosa, cheia de vontade de pega-la no colo e tentar tirar o ar triste que a voz dela traz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez essa frase tenha me feito pensar em como sou afortunada por conseguir traduzir assim a minha tristeza. Não sei se em melodia, não sei se em poesia, provavelmente em imagens que vão pouco a pouco se desenhando na cabeça a cada vez que são sugestionadas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei não. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acho que estou assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Essa frase não me pertence. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;É da &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/clariscorrea"&gt;@clariscorrea&lt;/a&gt;, que tem um blog incrível, que leio sempre que tem novidade, pelo celular, no ônibus.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-4028855406705376692?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/4028855406705376692/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/08/gente-deve-transformar-as-tristezas-em.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/4028855406705376692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/4028855406705376692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/08/gente-deve-transformar-as-tristezas-em.html' title='&quot;A gente deve transformar as tristezas em melodias bonitas.&quot;'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-6441509079811144693</id><published>2011-08-04T16:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T16:54:03.402-03:00</updated><title type='text'>♡ ♡ ♡</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--gW7msqGM84/Tjr4jBQxwdI/AAAAAAAAATk/WB8sZZWfZ8Y/s1600/283855_2212887569296_1460752594_32581533_5842711_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 343px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--gW7msqGM84/Tjr4jBQxwdI/AAAAAAAAATk/WB8sZZWfZ8Y/s400/283855_2212887569296_1460752594_32581533_5842711_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637091164125512146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Porque meu lado mocinha doce e frágil só aparece de vez em quando...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-6441509079811144693?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/6441509079811144693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/6441509079811144693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/6441509079811144693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title='♡ ♡ ♡'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--gW7msqGM84/Tjr4jBQxwdI/AAAAAAAAATk/WB8sZZWfZ8Y/s72-c/283855_2212887569296_1460752594_32581533_5842711_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-5704634833689651748</id><published>2011-08-04T10:38:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T10:49:14.218-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do sentir'/><title type='text'>Licença</title><content type='html'>Sabe quando a gente para um pouco para olhar tudo e percebe que todo otimismo não vai resolver nada?&lt;div&gt;To assim hoje. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sei que isso é só hoje, mas nesse momento eu to quase pedindo licença pro mundo só pra poder ficar um pouco triste sem me preocupar com o resto do mundo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As vezes tenho a sensação que não podemos ficar tristes nunca porque incomoda as pessoas. Na verdade incomoda sim. Acho que obriga a lidar com uma verdade de sentimentos dos quais as pessoas fogem o tempo todo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É fácil fingir sorrisos. É educado fingir sorrisos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas os únicos que conheço que fingem tristeza são atores e pessoas manipuladoras. Não me encaixo em nenhum dos casos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje só acordei assim, assim tudo meio cinza demais. Até o vento frio que está rolando lá fora vem de encontro a essa sensação de vazio. De falta de algo essencial para seguir adiante. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É como se faltasse sentido de continuas tudo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E, mesmo sabendo que isso não vai resolver nada, me dei o direito de ficar triste e curtir meu bode. Estou cansada de sorrir para um mundo que se poupa do trabalho de olhar dentro dos outros do outro para saber se esse sorriso chega a alma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na verdade estou cansada disso tudo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só preciso de algum tempo onde eu possa me sentar, olhar o nada e chorar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até isso passar e eu acreditar em alguma coisa de novo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-5704634833689651748?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/5704634833689651748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/08/licenca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/5704634833689651748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/5704634833689651748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/08/licenca.html' title='Licença'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-5105293543699045962</id><published>2011-07-29T12:40:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T12:45:11.935-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fé'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agradecimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dos outros'/><title type='text'>Da fé!</title><content type='html'>Sabe quando se acredita tanto em alguém e esse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alguém&lt;/span&gt; não te decepciona?&lt;div&gt;Nesse momento a gente sorri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pessoas são o temos de mais valioso em nossa vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sejam elas família de sangue, família de trabalho, família de amigos, família de conhecidos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo gira em torno de pessoas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;São as pessoas que nos rodeiam que nos ensinam sobre amor, confiança, trabalho, família, relacionamento, raiva, conquista, divisão, soma, perdas, ganhos, acertos, erros, sabores...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;São as pessoas que nos ensinam sobre vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom demais na vida quando você tem o privilegio de conviver, seja por quanto tempo for, com pessoas que farão diferença positiva na forma como você vê o mundo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muitas, com certeza, vão trazer momentos ruins, magoas, tristezas, mas teremos sempre um grupo que vai nos ensinar sobre esperança, amor e fé. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E essas é que vão ficar verdadeiramente em nossos corações. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A essas eu digo obrigada! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vale a pena, sim!, acreditar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-5105293543699045962?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/5105293543699045962/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/07/da-fe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/5105293543699045962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/5105293543699045962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/07/da-fe.html' title='Da fé!'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-2778666436662847300</id><published>2011-07-26T12:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T12:52:29.208-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citações'/><title type='text'>Semana 30. Dia 210. 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Porque te dá um medo filho da puta: ser feliz, medo de amar, medo de ser bom. Tudo que faz bem pra gente, a gente tem medo&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt; Cazuza.&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/2818464917148025017-2778666436662847300?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/2778666436662847300/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/07/semana-30-dia-210-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/2778666436662847300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/2778666436662847300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/07/semana-30-dia-210-2011.html' title='Semana 30. Dia 210. 2011'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-2296494009751799665</id><published>2011-07-04T22:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T22:44:35.827-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'>Fato</title><content type='html'>As melhores coisas da vida acontecem quando você está distraído, sem procurar por elas. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-2296494009751799665?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/2296494009751799665/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/07/fato.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/2296494009751799665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/2296494009751799665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/07/fato.html' title='Fato'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-7098716600487009833</id><published>2011-06-25T20:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T20:48:44.300-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm broken.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-7098716600487009833?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/7098716600487009833/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-broken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/7098716600487009833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/7098716600487009833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-broken.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-1902720602145361415</id><published>2011-06-20T09:04:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T09:16:08.164-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoje'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Sabe quando você acredita, acredita e acredita?&lt;div&gt;Mesmo com tudo dizendo que não dá, não é possível, não vai dar certo você prefere ouvir seu coração e continuar acreditando...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ai, um dia, você percebe que o bobo da estória é você. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E bom, você fica triste. De novo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que consola nisso tudo, é que você já está tão cheio de espaços marcados que nada agora consegue fazer novas macas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É só esperar as feridas secarem e depois tratar das cicatrizes para que não nos deixem esquecer a lição, mas não se tornem o centro da nossa vida.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&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/2818464917148025017-1902720602145361415?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/1902720602145361415/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/1902720602145361415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/1902720602145361415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-1142265197072968119</id><published>2011-06-07T16:30:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T16:43:54.752-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'>Amor aos pedaços</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;"...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 20px;"&gt;e eu nesse desejo que ultrapassa as minhas fronteiras e me transborda por todos os poros de ser parte de você e me findar ai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 20px;" &gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; " &gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu, com esse medo de mergulhar de cabeça e não saber voltar a tona, esse medo de me perder desse abraço e perder o rumo de casa e ainda assim querer o tempo todo exatamente isso..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Parte de uma carta de amor que não envie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sentimento ainda igualzinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-1142265197072968119?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/1142265197072968119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/06/amor-aos-pedacos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/1142265197072968119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/1142265197072968119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/06/amor-aos-pedacos.html' title='Amor aos pedaços'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-4155787295885086</id><published>2011-05-29T00:21:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T00:27:57.828-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoje'/><title type='text'>??</title><content type='html'>Sinto saudades, sinto vazio, ainda me sinto triste.&lt;div&gt;Mas estou feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tem um monte de coisa dando errado, tem muita coisa sendo errada, tem um tempo passando diferente do planejado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas eu estou feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tem uma solidão grande, uma vontade de ter um abraço no cinema, alguém especial pra cozinhar algo diferente, para rir de bobagens e ser companheira, para estar junto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas ainda assim estou feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei o porque disso mas não me preocupa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acho que as coisas boas são tão incríveis, as pessoas por perto são tão especiais, um abraços tão completos, que estou em paz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na hora certa a vida acontece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainda não sei conviver com essa sensação, mas agora eu durmo. Pensei que, depois que a pessoa mais dorminhoca do mundo não conseguia dormir, seria o fim do mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas está passando. Eu to dormindo e estou FELIZ apesar de tudo ser diferente do que eu esperava.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só posso agradecer por isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu realmente tenho sorte. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigada. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&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/2818464917148025017-4155787295885086?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/4155787295885086/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/4155787295885086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/4155787295885086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='??'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-7767984417309917926</id><published>2011-05-23T12:31:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T12:32:09.693-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'>e essa felicidade que insiste em fazer morada em meu coração?</title><content type='html'>E sabe o que é melhor?&lt;div&gt;É por mim e só.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou feliz, me sinto leve e livre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E não tem ninguém além de mim mesma por trás desse sorriso. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom encontrar a paz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finalmente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-7767984417309917926?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/7767984417309917926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/05/e-essa-felicidade-que-insiste-em-fazer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/7767984417309917926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/7767984417309917926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/05/e-essa-felicidade-que-insiste-em-fazer.html' title='e essa felicidade que insiste em fazer morada em meu coração?'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-4371276337131083904</id><published>2011-05-16T14:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T14:06:43.519-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sobre nós'/><title type='text'>Cumplicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;subst f&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;cumplicidade&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="pronOx" style="font-family: 'Arial Unicode MS', 'Lucida Sans Unicode'; "&gt;[kũplisi'dadə]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="runseg" style="margin-left: 0.5cm; margin-top: 3pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt; cooperação num crime&lt;div class="ds-single" style="margin-left: 1cm; "&gt;&lt;span class="illustration" style="color: rgb(34, 102, 153); font-style: italic; "&gt;ser acusado de cumplicidade num assassínio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="runseg" style="margin-left: 0.5cm; margin-top: 3pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt; entendimento, amizade&lt;div class="ds-single" style="margin-left: 1cm; "&gt;&lt;span class="illustration" style="color: rgb(34, 102, 153); font-style: italic; "&gt;Há uma grande cumplicidade entre os dois amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-single" style="margin-left: 1cm; "&gt;&lt;span class="illustration" style="color: rgb(34, 102, 153); font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-single" style="margin-left: 1cm; "&gt;&lt;span class="illustration" style="color: rgb(34, 102, 153); font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-single" style="margin-left: 1cm; "&gt;&lt;span class="illustration" style="color: rgb(34, 102, 153); font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-single" style="margin-left: 1cm; "&gt;&lt;span class="illustration" style="color: rgb(34, 102, 153); font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-single" style="margin-left: 1cm; "&gt;&lt;span class="illustration" style="color: rgb(34, 102, 153); font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-single" style="text-align: right;margin-left: 1cm; "&gt;&lt;span class="illustration" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-single" style="text-align: right;margin-left: 1cm; "&gt;&lt;span class="illustration"&gt;E tem também todos aqueles significados que as vezes só você e um outro alguém sabem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-single" style="text-align: right;margin-left: 1cm; "&gt;&lt;span class="illustration"&gt;Agora estou falando disso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2818464917148025017-4371276337131083904?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/4371276337131083904/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/05/cumplicidade.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/4371276337131083904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/4371276337131083904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/05/cumplicidade.html' title='Cumplicidade'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-4042062007553559055</id><published>2011-05-15T19:27:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T19:35:07.778-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoje'/><title type='text'>Sensação.</title><content type='html'>Não sei há quanto tempo, mas ando com a sensação que meu ônibus vai bater sempre que estou indo ou voltando do trabalho pela Zona Sul. &lt;div&gt;Hoje essa sensação está um pouco mais forte. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dizem que pensar nessas coisas atrai. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não tenho medo de morrer. Nenhum. Mesmo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não gostaria é de ficar dependente. Odeio depender de algo ou alguém.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei lá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acho que é só uma sensação estranha, daquelas que passa quando a gente fala delas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assim espero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É mega chato não relaxar para tirar o meu cochilo enquanto estou presa no transito! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-4042062007553559055?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/4042062007553559055/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/05/sensacao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='hoje'/><title type='text'>"You're growing desperate from the fight, Remember you're loved and you always will be, This melody will bring you right back home" ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="1280" height="750" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BdE5dh4U-ME?hd=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Porque por mais que nada seja como a gente espera, existe, sim, amor para nos levar de volta pra casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A gente só precisa acreditar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Eu acredito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E amo.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Pra sempre.&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/2818464917148025017-7984957369180212125?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/7984957369180212125/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/05/youre-growing-desperate-from-fight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/7984957369180212125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/7984957369180212125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/05/youre-growing-desperate-from-fight.html' title='&quot;You&apos;re growing desperate from the fight, Remember you&apos;re loved and you always will be, This melody will bring you right back home&quot; ♥'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BdE5dh4U-ME/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-7145176467327186192</id><published>2011-05-10T23:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T23:28:01.055-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'>I'm in love ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="510" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wIg8kNfJpsg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-7145176467327186192?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/7145176467327186192/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/7145176467327186192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/7145176467327186192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-in-love.html' title='I&apos;m in love ♥'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wIg8kNfJpsg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-8082809332436501441</id><published>2011-05-08T13:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T14:04:40.634-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoje'/><title type='text'>Lição Maior</title><content type='html'>A maior lição que a minha mãe me ensinou foi que o fato das pessoas não nos amarem da forma como queremos que nos amem, não significa falta de amor. &lt;div&gt;Cada um ama do jeito que pode, do jeito que sabe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A gente pode aprender a amar de formas diferentes mas não devemos, nunca, esperar que eles nos amem da mesma forma que nos os amamos.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez isso aconteça, talvez não, mas não vai significa que esse amor diferente era um amor menor ou menos especial. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É só a gente se colocar no lugar do outro e tentar ver o mundo com os olhos dele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lição é difícil e eu tento aprender um pouco dela todo dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas, sem duvida, foi a coisa mais importante que alguém já me ensinou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigada, Mãe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-8082809332436501441?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-6944131252768469530</id><published>2011-05-06T22:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T22:58:43.870-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'>Pensamentos aleatórios - 2</title><content type='html'>Lembrei do que disse sobre você dias desses para uma pessoa dessas do mundo:&lt;div&gt;- Você me faz querer ser melhor a cada dia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E isso nunca vai mudar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-6944131252768469530?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/6944131252768469530/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/05/pensamentos-aleatorios-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/6944131252768469530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/6944131252768469530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/05/pensamentos-aleatorios-2.html' title='Pensamentos aleatórios - 2'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-8211567553434802440</id><published>2011-05-05T21:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T21:48:24.399-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'>Pensamentos aleatórios</title><content type='html'>"Das lembranças que eu trago na vida, &lt;div&gt;você é a saudade que eu gosto de ter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;só assim, sinto você bem perto de mim outra vez..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Grande Roberto. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Grande verdade! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;É bom até de sentir saudades!&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/2818464917148025017-8211567553434802440?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/8211567553434802440/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/05/pensamentos-aleatorios.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/8211567553434802440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/8211567553434802440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/05/pensamentos-aleatorios.html' title='Pensamentos aleatórios'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-4942079661995268337</id><published>2011-05-03T22:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T22:22:07.508-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'>Sorrisoooooo</title><content type='html'>Eu só preciso dizer que, cara, tudo está igual, mas como assim, que coisa, quer soco no estomago, que sensação gostosa! rs&lt;div&gt;Não, não me arrependo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas dá um prazer curtir isso. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Putz. Como dá. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-4942079661995268337?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/4942079661995268337/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/05/sorrisoooooo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/4942079661995268337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/4942079661995268337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/05/sorrisoooooo.html' title='Sorrisoooooo'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-3719011384536284794</id><published>2011-04-28T13:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T13:33:58.434-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoje'/><title type='text'>Tears and Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pD-J1l_uEOI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-3719011384536284794?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/3719011384536284794/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/04/tears-and-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/3719011384536284794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/3719011384536284794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/04/tears-and-rain.html' title='Tears and Rain'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pD-J1l_uEOI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-3749577995512753891</id><published>2011-04-28T11:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T11:56:25.316-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'>Frase do dia</title><content type='html'>"E quando você ficar triste, que seja por um dia, e não o ano inteiro..."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Não um ano inteiro, Marina, não um ano inteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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dia'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-1977562794911823081</id><published>2011-04-27T15:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T15:38:44.687-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoje'/><title type='text'>27 de abril de 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="fr0" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;" Vai passar, tu sabes que vai passar. Talvez não amanhã, mas dentro de uma semana, um mês ou dois, quem sabe? O verão está aí, haverá sol quase todos os dias, e sempre resta essa coisa chamada 'impulso vital'. Pois esse impulso ás vezes cruel, porque não permite que nenhuma dor insista por muito tempo, te empurrará quem sabe para o sol, para o mar, para uma nova estrada qualquer e, de repente, no meio de uma frase ou de um movimento te surpreenderás pensando algo assim como &lt;i&gt;'estou contente outra vez'&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.5pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/Caio_fernando_de_abreu/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Caio Fernando de Abreu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-1977562794911823081?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-4003029989993578840</id><published>2011-04-20T20:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T20:51:45.008-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'>Hoje</title><content type='html'>Coração pequeno e dolorido.&lt;div&gt;A vida tem me dado muita coisa boa e eu sei que não deveria me sentir assim em momento algum, mas me sinto só.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E sinto vontade de chorar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queria que chorar fizesse passar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas não faz, então acho melhor ir ver um filme...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-4003029989993578840?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-5510649351934636276</id><published>2011-03-31T22:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T22:49:31.536-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exausta de tudo e de todos. &lt;div&gt;Definitivamente exausta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-5510649351934636276?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/5510649351934636276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-1724355618977876609</id><published>2011-03-25T23:16:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T23:17:28.557-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'>Rio de Janeiro, 25 de março de 2011 - Sexta-feira.</title><content type='html'>E o que se faz com essa vontade de não ser mais tão só nessa vida?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-1724355618977876609?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/1724355618977876609/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-2244235319931332317</id><published>2011-03-13T20:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T20:50:54.801-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'>Falar</title><content type='html'>Eu sinto alguma coisa enorme aqui dentro, mas não consigo verbalizar isso.&lt;div&gt;Já teve a sensação que seus sentimentos extrapolam os limites aceitáveis e te atrapalham de respirar? Algo assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esse é meu problema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sofro da ansiedade de que as coisas aconteçam, mas ainda assim sei que devo esperar o momento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sofro por coisas que ainda espero acontecer, pelas que sei que não acontecerão nunca, pelo que gostaria que acontecesse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas na verdade, sofro somente porque não posso comer bolo de fubá. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por que sei que esse desejo de comer é porque não consigo fazer meu coração se acalmar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E pra piorar tudo, não sei, não consigo falar sobre isso. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E nem posso comer bolo porque preciso manter minha dieta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vida, definitivamente, já foi mais fácil...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-2244235319931332317?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-5242713824966167722</id><published>2011-02-14T18:49:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T18:52:05.726-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'>Sonho</title><content type='html'>Então aqui estou eu, no minha ultima dia em Paris, pensando sobre como sonhos se realizam sim.&lt;div&gt;É tudo mais lindo do que eu jamais sonhei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E é só o começo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigada Papai do Céu! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que vi aqui vai ficar pra sempre na cabeça, no coração e nas memorias até eu voltar aqui para criar novas para se juntarem as que amanhã levarei para casa! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-1622170663084725769</id><published>2011-02-01T20:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T21:02:42.070-03:00</updated><title type='text'>tempo</title><content type='html'>Janeiro se foi. &lt;div&gt;Agora começa fevereiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois março.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E a vida segue esse fluxo sem nada mudar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-1622170663084725769?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/1622170663084725769/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-3982057105197139875</id><published>2011-01-15T22:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T22:57:56.988-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='você'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'>And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes of you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ac3HkriqdGQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Estou completamente apaixonada por essa música. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;E pelo fato de não conseguir enxergar nada além de seu sorriso quando a ouço&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/2818464917148025017-3982057105197139875?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/3982057105197139875/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/01/and-i-dont-know-why-i-cant-keep-my-eyes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/3982057105197139875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/3982057105197139875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/01/and-i-dont-know-why-i-cant-keep-my-eyes.html' title='And I don&apos;t know why, I can&apos;t keep my eyes of you...'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-1184994778701715130</id><published>2011-01-10T09:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T09:00:49.040-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hard days.&lt;div&gt;Really hard days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-1184994778701715130?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/1184994778701715130/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/01/hard-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/1184994778701715130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/1184994778701715130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Como faz pra passar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-5095356678488451448?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/5095356678488451448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/01/de-repente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/5095356678488451448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/5095356678488451448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2011/01/de-repente.html' title='De repente'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-3380938243692405831</id><published>2010-12-28T11:34:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T21:18:43.867-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ano novo'/><title type='text'>Ano Novo</title><content type='html'>Sabe quando você abraça alguém e quer que o tempo pare?&lt;div&gt;É assim que eu desejo que você se sinta por todo 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabe quando você ri e quer rir assim para sempre?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É assim que eu desejo que você sorria em 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabe quando você acredita tanto que acha que pode mover montanhas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É essa fé que eu desejo que te acompanhe em 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Desejo que, em 2011, você valorize mais o agora e se encante, a cada instante, com tudo de bom que tem." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Frase daqui &lt;a href="http://colunas.epoca.globo.com/mulher7por7/2010/12/28/planos-para-2011-valorizar-o-agora/#comments"&gt;ó&lt;/a&gt;, mas que traduz com exatidão o que desejo para esse ano! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feliz 2011!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-3380938243692405831?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/3380938243692405831/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/12/ano-novo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/3380938243692405831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/3380938243692405831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/12/ano-novo.html' title='Ano Novo'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-3923931803333101861</id><published>2010-12-27T11:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T12:11:12.567-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pés...</title><content type='html'>Dia 4 de dezembro eu fui a Angra. Foi o dia da festa de fim de ano da empresa, provavelmente a ultima confraternização de fim de ano organizada por mim e resolvi aproveitar cada segundo.&lt;div&gt;Nossa programação, que foi seguida sem grandes contratempos, era sair cedo do Rio, chegar em Angra, passear de saveiro por Ilha grande e voltar para o Rio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Numa das paradas, a minha favorita diga-se de passagem, eu resolvi ir até as pedra da Lagoa Azul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O lugar é fundo, se você não sabe nadar é importante usar as bóias em forma de "macarrão" para não se afogar. Elas dão conta do recado fácil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu desci, tirei fotos dentro da agua com minha prima e, como o mar estava muito forte e ela com medo, ajudei-a a voltar para o barco. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais tranquila por sabe que ela estava em segurança, eu resolvi ir até as pedras da margem, onde já estava um colega. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Nadei" cachorrinho, com o auxilio da bóia, alguns metros e consegui chegar nas pedras! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me senti o ser mais vitorioso do mundo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu venci um super medo meu (morro de medo de mar, quase morri afogada quando era criança - fui retirada da agua desmaiada) e fui até onde eu tanto queria ir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lá eu gritei, fiz farra, tirei foto, esperei um colega, derrubei as bóias na agua, peguei de volta e quase matei o patrão de susto. Ele ficou com medo que eu caísse e claro, estragasse o passeio de todo mundo, porque eu iria me machucar toda! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não caí. Resgatei minhas bóias e lá fui eu, analisar como voltar ao barco. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Junto com meus colegas, vimos que o melhor caminho era dar voltar nas pedras e sair por um lugar com mais areia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas o mar engana muito. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A profundidade era mascarada pela agua (e pelas cervejas que eu bebi, admito!) e enfiei o pé em alguns buraco, todos com areia no fundo, todos com profundidades diversas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ganhei vários cortes no pé, mas confesso que, na hora, só senti um, o mais superficial de todos e mais aparente também, já que foi na parte de cima, onde a pele é mais sensível.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com força de vontade, e necessidade, claro, estudei uma forma de parar de me machucar e voltar ao barco sem grandes problemas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só quando subi é que percebi que meu pé sangrava. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não, minha prima, que ficou assustadissima, eu ri e tirei foto. Pra mim foi um prêmio por ter ido aonde queria, ainda que para isso tivesse que me machucar um pouquinho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Curti tudo o que podia do passeio, não me preocupei com o pé e só fui descobrir que corte no mar, em pedra com alga, demora a cicatrizar com um amigo no twitter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voltei pra casa, mesmo morta fui encontrar um amigo, cheguei de madrugada, dormi até tarde no dia seguinte, quando acordei, é que senti a dor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O pé doía horrores, dor que continuou por dias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comecei a cuidar, percebi as profundidades dos cortes, me acostumei com o band-aid que usei no inicio para proteger da poeira, tive alergia ao band-aid e acabei arrumando mais uma ferida, limitei meu calçado a um sandália que deixava a área machucada livre de contato, viajei, sai, dancei, peguei chuva... vivi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Duas semanas depois, sem o danado fechar, comprei um remédio que uma amiga me indicou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aparentemente secou. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todos os cortes mais superficiais e o causado pela alergia estavam secos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ai fui retirar o que achei que era pele e vi o danado lá, aberto, quase sufocado por aquela pele morta, pronto a infeccionar novamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Limpei, mas resolvei deixar ele fechar sozinho, sem remédios, sem band-aid, sem cobertura, sem nada, só com a rotina normal de cuidados e higiene. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O corte, embora ainda esteja lá, ainda um tanto aberto, não doi mais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainda tenho marcas dos outros machucados que em breve irão sumir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas isso não me incomoda em nada hoje.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ai, de repente, você que leu isso até aqui, me pergunta:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- E o que eu tenho a ver com isso. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Provavelmente nada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas essa situação me fez perceber que as vezes, para conseguir o que queremos, nos arriscamos muito, corremos altos riscos e temos que saber que, ainda que pareçam pequenas, as feridas que muitas vezes sofremos no caminho podem demorar muito para fechar e deixar cicatrizes, as vezes muito aparentes, as vezes escondidas, mas ainda presentes, e que, se a gente realmente consegue vencer um grande medo e encarar as coisas que nos assustam para chegar a algum lugar, o sabor da vitória sobre esses medos tem o poder de nos anestesiar para a dor, mas temos que ficar atentos, pois a dor também nos protege de perigos maiores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para mim, valeram a pena esses cortes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas eu sei que tudo poderia ser muito pior se eu não tivesse percebido o momento de mudar o caminho, de trocar de tratamento, de proteger e de liberar a pele para respirar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E, para mim, esse episódio ficou como um exemplo de como é a vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você tem que estar disposto a pagar o preço e tem que saber que talvez o resultado não compense, mas que a decisão está sempre em suas mãos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E no fim, nós não estávamos exatamente falando sobre pés, e sim sobre caminhos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-3923931803333101861?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/3923931803333101861/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/12/pes_1223.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/3923931803333101861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/3923931803333101861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Colando pedacinhos. &lt;div&gt;Pensei que esse ciclo tivesse acabado, mas eu realmente estou colando pedacinhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De novo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pelo menos eu tenho certeza que o ano novo vai trazer vida nova. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E sorte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assim espero eu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-2656558846642783173?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/2656558846642783173/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/12/colando-pedacinhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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você faz essa vida ser muito melhor!&lt;div&gt;Obrigada!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-3643137196691156121?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/3643137196691156121/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/12/amar-voce-faz-essa-vida-ser-muito.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/3643137196691156121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/3643137196691156121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/12/amar-voce-faz-essa-vida-ser-muito.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-4777710593452780516</id><published>2010-11-28T20:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T20:58:50.015-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Essa é a sua vida e, se você deixar, ela pode ser maravilhosa."&lt;div&gt;Pense nisso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;E ela é!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-4777710593452780516?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/4777710593452780516/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/11/essa-e-sua-vida-e-se-voce-deixar-ela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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transbordando realidade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/TNwkmz73kWI/AAAAAAAAARU/e0MzPfks59o/s1600/tumblr_l938lz13XC1qzwe3so1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/TNwkmz73kWI/AAAAAAAAARU/e0MzPfks59o/s400/tumblr_l938lz13XC1qzwe3so1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538341890953810274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/TNwkmz73kWI/AAAAAAAAARU/e0MzPfks59o/s1600/tumblr_l938lz13XC1qzwe3so1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Fonte: &lt;a href="http://coisasdacasa08.blogspot.com/2010/11/repensando.html"&gt;http://coisasdacasa08.blogspot.com/2010/11/repensando.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://coisasdacasa08.blogspot.com/2010/11/repensando.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;através do lindo: &lt;a href="http://casosecoisasdabonfa.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://casosecoisasdabonfa.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&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/2818464917148025017-834936532983537626?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/834936532983537626/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/TNwkmz73kWI/AAAAAAAAARU/e0MzPfks59o/s72-c/tumblr_l938lz13XC1qzwe3so1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-2391783488111529163</id><published>2010-11-10T19:44:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T19:47:50.840-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'>#signos</title><content type='html'>Eu estava acompanhando os post diarios do &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/ApenasSignos"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;@apenassignos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e ri muito agora! &lt;div&gt;Falando sobre como cada signo diz o famoso "eu te amo":&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;Como &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/search?q=%23Aries" title="#Aries" class="  twitter-hashtag" rel="nofollow" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;#Aries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; diz eu te amo: Preciso lhe dizer que amo você, e decidir como resolveremos isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;Como &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/search?q=%23Peixes" title="#Peixes" class="  twitter-hashtag" rel="nofollow" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;#Peixes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; diz eu te amo: Oh, meu amor!... minha vida!...como te quero, como te amo...oh, meu amor, você vê quanto te amo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;Eu sou pisciana assumidissima, com ascendente em aries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;E pra falar o tal do "eu te amo" eu sou muito mais ariana que pisciana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;Fato! &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/2818464917148025017-2391783488111529163?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/2391783488111529163/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/11/signos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/2391783488111529163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/2391783488111529163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/11/signos.html' title='#signos'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-4966455141416763682</id><published>2010-11-04T19:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T19:28:33.226-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'>Num dia como esses que são o presente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Keep me safe inside&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your arms like towers&lt;br /&gt;Tower over me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Cause we are broken&lt;br /&gt;What must we do to restore&lt;br /&gt;Our innocence&lt;br /&gt;And all the promise we adored&lt;br /&gt;Give us life again&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we just wanna be whole" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;We are broken - Paramore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Me apaixonei por essa música.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Me trouxe recomeço. Não pela letra em si, mas pela forma como me fez sentir...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Não sei porque, mas ela me conforta, embora diga que estamos quebrados. Não faz sentido, mas faz todo sentido. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Na verdade, explica-se se eu te disser que não ouço musica, eu sinto musica. Fecho os olhos e vou para onde ela me leva. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Essa música tem me levado pra casa. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;No lugar onde eu me sinto completamente inteira... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-4966455141416763682?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/4966455141416763682/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/11/num-dia-como-esses-que-sao-o-presente.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/4966455141416763682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/4966455141416763682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/11/num-dia-como-esses-que-sao-o-presente.html' title='Num dia como esses que são o presente...'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-7441401775995128559</id><published>2010-10-28T20:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T20:39:43.256-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>#feliz&lt;div&gt;Por hoje é só.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&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/2818464917148025017-7441401775995128559?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/7441401775995128559/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/10/feliz-por-hoje-e-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/7441401775995128559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/7441401775995128559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/10/feliz-por-hoje-e-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-1884840915569998045</id><published>2010-10-24T13:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T13:16:21.668-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'>Quem você quer ser quando crescer?</title><content type='html'>Estava lavando roupas nesse domingo cinzento (eu, cheia de manias, não coloco minhas roupas na máquina, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exceto&lt;/span&gt; os &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jeans&lt;/span&gt; e roupas da casa, lavo na mão, separadas por cor e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;preferencialmente&lt;/span&gt; com sabonete. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rs&lt;/span&gt;), o observando a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;seleção&lt;/span&gt; de cores, vi que tenho inúmeras peças em tons de roxo, uva e lilás.&lt;div&gt;Ai você me pergunta: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- E o que tem demais nisso?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simples: Quando era mais nova eu odiava essa cor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não entrava nada roxo, lilás, uva e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;marrom&lt;/span&gt; no meu guarda roupa. Hoje meus casacos favoritos tem tons de roxo e uva, minha camiseta favorita é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;marrom&lt;/span&gt; e eu adoro usa-lá com uma saia bege (!) que eu mesma fiz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então olhando as cores das minhas roupas, a ficha da mudança caiu de vez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Venho faz tempo insatisfeita com a vida, mas sem fazer nada para mudar usando a desculpa de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fatores&lt;/span&gt; externos e nem mesmo me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;planejando&lt;/span&gt; decentemente para mudar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só que eles sempre existirão, não dá pra ficar colocando a culpa nas outras coisas e fica vendo o tempo passar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu já sei o que quero. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já sei o que quero ser. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu já cresci. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não tenho mais tempo para ficar pensando só no futuro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E também já sei o que preciso fazer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Falta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;planeja&lt;/span&gt; e colocar em prática, dia a dia, a despeito de todos os &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;impecílios&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eles só vão me parar se eu continuar deixando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu consigo claramente ver onde quero estar em 12 meses! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As pessoas que mais admiro e torço nessa vida são as que não se deixaram parar por obstáculos ou desculpas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu posso, sim!, ser como elas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As lições estão ai o tempo todo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É hora de parar de repetir de ano sempre na mesma lição e ir adiante! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom domingo! &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&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/2818464917148025017-1884840915569998045?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/1884840915569998045/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/10/quem-voce-quer-ser-quando-crescer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/1884840915569998045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/1884840915569998045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/10/quem-voce-quer-ser-quando-crescer.html' title='Quem você quer ser quando crescer?'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-5221459487962420730</id><published>2010-10-22T20:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T21:23:12.128-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sobre nós'/><title type='text'>Para o amor de minha vida.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.olhares.com/data/big/137/1370591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 750px; height: 562px;" src="http://i.olhares.com/data/big/137/1370591.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Obrigada! :-)&lt;div&gt;Você é uma das grandes razões para essa vida valer a pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-5221459487962420730?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/5221459487962420730/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/10/para-o-amor-de-minha-vida.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/5221459487962420730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/5221459487962420730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/10/para-o-amor-de-minha-vida.html' title='Para o amor de minha vida.'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-3945960392300700652</id><published>2010-10-20T13:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T14:27:52.303-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interna'/><title type='text'>Tentativa</title><content type='html'>Estou tentando escrever algo que preste há umas 3 horas.&lt;div&gt;Não saiu uma linha sequer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acho melhor me recolher ao silêncio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-3945960392300700652?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/3945960392300700652/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/10/tentativa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/3945960392300700652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/3945960392300700652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/10/tentativa.html' title='Tentativa'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-2446205983609013216</id><published>2010-10-18T21:26:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T21:42:19.465-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'>Sufocada</title><content type='html'>Não sei porque, mas nos últimos dias  uma sensação de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inadequação&lt;/span&gt; tem me visitado, como se eu não fizesse parte desse mundo. &lt;div&gt;Não é uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;idéia&lt;/span&gt; de suicídio ou coisa do tipo, é só uma coisa que veio, como se dissesse que essa vida não é minha. E eu me sinto assim, na vida errada, com a realidade errada, sei lá...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preciso mudar isso, antes que isso me mude. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-2446205983609013216?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/2446205983609013216/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/10/sufocada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/2446205983609013216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/2446205983609013216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/10/sufocada.html' title='Sufocada'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-86646076106893198</id><published>2010-10-10T11:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T11:21:16.289-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'>Felicidade dá trabalho.</title><content type='html'>É verdade.&lt;div&gt;Mas também é fruto de trabalho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu estou feliz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muito feliz mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cansada. Mas feliz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só tenho a agradecer a Deus por isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigada! ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-86646076106893198?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/86646076106893198/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/10/felicidade-da-trabalho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/86646076106893198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/86646076106893198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/10/felicidade-da-trabalho.html' title='Felicidade dá trabalho.'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-699899425462761908</id><published>2010-10-02T19:03:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T19:04:40.499-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ando tão cansada que pensar exige esforço demais. &lt;div&gt;Será que a vida vai continuar assim, sem pausa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-699899425462761908?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/699899425462761908/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/10/ando-tao-cansada-que-pensar-exige.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/699899425462761908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/699899425462761908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/10/ando-tao-cansada-que-pensar-exige.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-5762280727591730832</id><published>2010-09-27T21:38:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T22:38:17.067-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delirios'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Estava lendo a coluna da incrível &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://revistatpm.uol.com.br/revista/colunas/coluna-do-meio"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Milly Lacombe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;, que tem o poder mais instantâneo que conheço de me emocionar falando de sentimentos e pensei em você. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Abro um dos meus tantos blocos de anotações e começo a ler algo que escrevi 2 anos atrás, no avião, voltando pra casa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Encontro a página lá, perdida no meio de anotações de contas (?!?!?).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Não preciso ir muito adiante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ainda na primeira das 8 pequenas páginas que escrevi com os olhos marejados naquele vôo, encontro algo escrito que me faz entender que não sei se um dia conseguiremos ficar longe por completo um do outro. Ainda que não estejamos perto quase nunca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"A gente é. Não sei exatamente o que, mas a gente é. Assim mesmo. Não no plural. Não somos. É."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No singular, no presente. Exatamente como agora, anos depois. Parte de um todo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;E, mesmo com toda essa permanência do não presente e ainda assim com a não ausência, eu ainda tenho tanto a descobrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Enfim, volto a Milly e, mais uma vez, como em milhares de outras, ela escreve algo que eu gostaria de te dizer, como aquela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://revistatpm.uol.com.br/revista/74/colunas/a-maior-declaracao-de-amor.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;declaração de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;, que li no dia em que você veio ver apenas se o meu mundo ainda estava de pé. "Você é meu orgulho". "Essa pessoas que vai cuidar de você até o ultimo dia sou eu".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ela tem uma alma rara. Do meu tipo favorito de gente. Aqueles seres de peito aberto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Quanto penso nela, me lembro no quanto a frase do livro da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ebooksgratis.com.br/livros-ebooks-gratis/literatura-estrangeira/romance-uma-bebida-e-um-amor-sem-gelo-por-favor-liliane-prata/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Liliane Prata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; é cheia de verdades:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"- Me apaixono por pessoas, Marina."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;E mais uma vez ela encerra uma crônica com algo que eu queria muito poder viver com você: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Você me vê e sorri. Abaixa e me beija, sussurrando desculpas pela noite maldormida. E eu entendo que posso passar mais 100 mil noites como essa porque tudo o que me importa é abrir os olhos e ver você, todos os dias, do meu lado".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Creio que não preciso dizer mais nada por agora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Se você chegar aqui, vai saber que eu escrevi pra você cada uma dessas palavras, mesmo as roubadas, porque eu precisava te dizer de novo, e que, nesse mundo sem sentido, não sei como não sentir isso tudo por você, embora ainda deseje que você seja delirantemente feliz, do jeito e com quem for... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-5762280727591730832?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/5762280727591730832/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/09/antes-de-comecar-clica-aqui-estava.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/5762280727591730832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/5762280727591730832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/09/antes-de-comecar-clica-aqui-estava.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-3248597850435186003</id><published>2010-09-25T00:10:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T00:11:30.937-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A vida podia ser exatamente como nesse momento pra sempre. &lt;div&gt;Queria me sentir assim para sempre até amanhã de manhã e seria feliz com sou agora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fato que amo o que é simples e assim, como é agora, mas que não sei verbalizar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-3248597850435186003?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/3248597850435186003/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/09/vida-podia-ser-exatamente-como-nesse.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/3248597850435186003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/3248597850435186003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/09/vida-podia-ser-exatamente-como-nesse.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-3100360866687074952</id><published>2010-09-19T23:04:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T23:12:29.753-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divagações'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O bom de se ter esperança, é que sempre, sempre, sempre, conseguimos enxergar o lado bom das coisas e conservar um sorriso nos lábios.&lt;div&gt;Eu tenho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu acredito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sorrio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainda e sempre!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-3100360866687074952?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/3100360866687074952/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-bom-de-se-ter-esperanca-e-que-sempre.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/3100360866687074952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/3100360866687074952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-bom-de-se-ter-esperanca-e-que-sempre.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-803693043086190283</id><published>2010-09-12T21:16:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T21:17:50.242-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divagações'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Penso em você. Sorrio.&lt;div&gt;Lembro de certas palavras ditas ao vento. Algo se quebra de novo aqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acho melhor parar com isso e voltar pra realidade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Essa, pelo menos, eu conheço bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-803693043086190283?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/803693043086190283/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/09/penso-em-voce.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/803693043086190283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/803693043086190283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/09/penso-em-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-39796381327772167</id><published>2010-09-07T22:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T22:49:57.255-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;"&lt;span class="entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;O coração também tem dor de barriga."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;@&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/millorfernandes" class="tweet-url screen-name" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 132, 180); "&gt;millorfernandes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&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/2818464917148025017-39796381327772167?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/39796381327772167/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-coracao-tambem-tem-dor-de-barriga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/39796381327772167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/39796381327772167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-coracao-tambem-tem-dor-de-barriga.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-3478034572071359944</id><published>2010-09-07T22:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T22:36:33.356-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aqui vamos nós</title><content type='html'>Ando de poucas palavras e embora eu tenha um post enorme para fazer, to com preguiça.&lt;div&gt;Mas tem coisa boa pra contar! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muitas coisas boas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só em falta tempo e disposição! rs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-3478034572071359944?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/3478034572071359944/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/09/aqui-vamos-nos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/3478034572071359944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/3478034572071359944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/09/aqui-vamos-nos.html' title='Aqui vamos nós'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-5712398202480257926</id><published>2010-09-03T09:18:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T09:19:45.561-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'>Permissão.</title><content type='html'>- Posso ficar triste só por uns instantes, até essa ferida estancar?&lt;div&gt;Vai passar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assim como a dor, vai passar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-5712398202480257926?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/5712398202480257926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/09/permissao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/5712398202480257926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/5712398202480257926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/09/permissao.html' title='Permissão.'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-5918622125514058086</id><published>2010-08-23T20:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T20:31:56.890-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'>Utopia.</title><content type='html'>"Queria achar alguém que pudesse amar pra sempre e em todos os momentos."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tá! Acordei. É que ando meio febril e tenho certeza que nesse momento eu to delirando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-5918622125514058086?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/5918622125514058086/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/08/utopia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/5918622125514058086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/5918622125514058086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/08/utopia.html' title='Utopia.'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-5811684389970429132</id><published>2010-08-18T23:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T23:24:16.216-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'>#Fato</title><content type='html'>Não sei não sonhar.&lt;div&gt;E gosto disso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É bom saber criar sobre as próprias cinzas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosto muito de ser assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-5811684389970429132?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/5811684389970429132/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/08/fato.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/5811684389970429132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/5811684389970429132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/08/fato.html' title='#Fato'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-3865825336104798229</id><published>2010-08-11T13:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T13:47:54.401-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'>E não é que é verdade</title><content type='html'>Acabei de dizer a um colega de trabalho, ao explicar porque, depois de mergulhar em Train, estava ouvindo Michael Bublé:&lt;div&gt;- "Eu sou assim, conheço um pouquinho, vou me aproximando aos poucos e depois mergulho... É como se fosse um namoro"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E ele:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- "É um namoro!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- "Tem razão, é sim. É como se eu estivesse abrindo espaço para coisas diferentes na minha vida, como se fosse uma pré-estréia do que está por vir..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É, Marina, abra espaço para o novo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em algum lugar, ai dentro desse peito, algo muito profundo mudou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Luck, girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-3865825336104798229?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/3865825336104798229/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/08/e-nao-e-que-e-verdade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos aletórios'/><title type='text'>The Blower's Daughter</title><content type='html'>Estou com essa música na cabeça (e na orelha).&lt;div&gt;Velha, dolorida, melancolicaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meio como me sinto agora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em minha cabeça fica somente o pensamento de como eu insisto em algo completamente sem futuro e quando ouço a mocinha cantando &lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Did I say that I want to &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(163, 163, 163); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Leave it all behind?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt; me pergunto porque não quero...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acho que primeiro eu preciso aprender a respirar fundo e depois eu vou aprender todo o resto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomara que seja só tpm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-8481860083105517884?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/8481860083105517884/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/08/blowers-daughter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/8481860083105517884'/><link rel='self' 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coração, não aprendi a me render, caia o inimigo então..."</title><content type='html'>Vou tatuar essa frase em breve. &lt;div&gt;Mas só por teimosia mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu soubesse desistir eu sofreria muito menos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-3515182894160769058?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/3515182894160769058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/08/nao-me-entrego-sem-lutar-tenho-ainda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/3515182894160769058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='pensamentos aletórios'/><title type='text'>Leituras e desejos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"que os dias sejam longos mas que vocês não vejam as horas passarem..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;Li isso no blog de uma fotografa e pensei: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- se encontrar alguém que faça isso acontecer, posso lhe dar a mão e fechar os olhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me resta agora pedir a Papai do Céu que me permita essa sorte.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-7450558438829054660?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/7450558438829054660/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-3086183690076970651</id><published>2010-08-01T23:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T23:31:28.912-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momento'/><title type='text'>Oração</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Que agosto que chega, adoce ainda mais o sabor da vida que anda suavemente adocicada. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amém&lt;/i&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/2818464917148025017-3086183690076970651?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/3086183690076970651/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/08/oracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/3086183690076970651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/3086183690076970651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/08/oracao.html' title='Oração'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-7764233120235866129</id><published>2010-07-30T16:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T21:11:20.162-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos aletórios'/><title type='text'>Pensamentos aleatorios...</title><content type='html'>"Sou Marina e sou morena e embora saiba o que sou, no fundo, talvez não faça a menor idéia de quem é quem..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-7764233120235866129?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/7764233120235866129/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/07/pensamentos-aleatorios.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/7764233120235866129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/7764233120235866129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/07/pensamentos-aleatorios.html' title='Pensamentos aleatorios...'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-368786601159296590</id><published>2010-07-30T00:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T00:08:46.252-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sobre nós'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(163, 163, 163); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;If I lay here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;If I just lay here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Chasing Cars - Snol Patrol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2818464917148025017-368786601159296590?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/368786601159296590/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-i-lay-here-if-i-just-lay-here-would.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/368786601159296590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/368786601159296590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-i-lay-here-if-i-just-lay-here-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-69358143322893227</id><published>2010-07-26T20:10:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T20:11:13.514-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O mundo gira, Marina...</title><content type='html'>... e as vezes dá a volta em torno de si mesmo em menos de 24 horas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-69358143322893227?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/69358143322893227/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-mundo-gira-marina.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/69358143322893227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/69358143322893227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-mundo-gira-marina.html' title='O mundo gira, Marina...'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-50300009760983239</id><published>2010-07-25T19:10:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T20:03:48.527-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'>"...entre as aleluias e as agonias de ser..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 22px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Clarice_Lispector/" class="autor" style="padding-left: 5px; color: rgb(0, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eis que encontro uma frase para começar a colocar pra fora o que aperta meu peito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E ainda cito mais um pouquinho de Clarice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não sei se quero descansar,por estar realmente cansada ou se quero descansar para desistir"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me sinto assim. Profundamente cansada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Acho que isso diz: PROFUNDAMENTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E não só cansada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hoje me sinto especialmente só. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Estou vivendo um momento especial, esperado, lutado, plantado e a porra toda e não posso dividir com a pessoa que mais gostaria simplesmente por não saber se ele vai ter tempo pra me ouvir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Percebo que sinto falta de compartilhar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dividir a vida, as conquistas, a perdas, os sorrisos, as bobagem do dia a dia, a comida, a cama, os sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E, nesse momento da vida, embora só consiga pensar em uma pessoa para fazer parte disso tudo, percebo o quanto isso me  condena a solidão diária, a essa espera que quase sempre se converte num vazio de sentimentos que se conflitam até me deixar oca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Amo loucamente, como se essa fosse a minha ultima ação em vida, mas já não espero nada e por não esperar nada, pareço nada sentir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E fico cada vez mais exausta de ir ao céu e inferno com a freqüência das fases da lua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não sei por quanto tempo mais eu aguento isso tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tempo medo de desistir de vez e me deixar esvaziar de tudo, porque sei que quando todo esse vazio for preenchido vai ser difícil encontrar espaço para qualquer traço desse passado presente que eu queria muito que fosse futuro e do qual não consigo me desvincular por achar que sempre foi uma benção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ma bençãos não machucam, né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Talvez essa seja a lição a aprender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vai saber. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vamos levando. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Deus sabe onde é o destino disso tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E além disso, embora não possa dividir, tem uma vida foda acontecendo agora, e como essa parte é mérito meu, eu não vou deixar passar batido de jeito nenhum porque eu tenho certeza, sem modéstia nenhuma, que eu mereço cada minuto de tudo de bom que vem acontecendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/2818464917148025017-50300009760983239?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/50300009760983239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/07/entre-as-aleluias-e-as-agonias-de-ser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/50300009760983239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/50300009760983239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/07/entre-as-aleluias-e-as-agonias-de-ser.html' title='&quot;...entre as aleluias e as agonias de ser...&quot;'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-1302528549556785364</id><published>2010-07-19T20:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T20:33:48.059-03:00</updated><title type='text'>#soiidiota</title><content type='html'>Mas não consigo não me sentir completa e absolutamente feliz! &lt;div&gt;Como faz?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-1302528549556785364?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/1302528549556785364/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/07/soiidiota.html#comment-form' title='2 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term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'>Para inspirar mudanças....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/TDy72q3SDeI/AAAAAAAAAQk/9X1Q8OMtB7I/s1600/imprimir+e+guardar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/TDy72q3SDeI/AAAAAAAAAQk/9X1Q8OMtB7I/s400/imprimir+e+guardar.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493472193378651618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-6219084825398393097?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/TDy72q3SDeI/AAAAAAAAAQk/9X1Q8OMtB7I/s72-c/imprimir+e+guardar.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-3378279964917114466</id><published>2010-07-08T15:49:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T15:52:59.169-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Aviso de Amiga!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/TDYeUnFWMaI/AAAAAAAAAQc/wGHCiDBaNW0/s1600/aviso+de+amiga.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 344px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/TDYeUnFWMaI/AAAAAAAAAQc/wGHCiDBaNW0/s400/aviso+de+amiga.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491610135062524322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não sei de quem é a autoria, mas é a mais pura verdade!&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/2818464917148025017-3378279964917114466?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/3378279964917114466/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/07/aviso-de-amiga.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-2650926710800259293</id><published>2010-07-06T22:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T22:36:19.457-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cotidiano'/><title type='text'>A cantada que salvou minha semana</title><content type='html'>Caminhava eu pela Lapa a caminho de casa e me para um moço.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fone&lt;/span&gt; no ouvido, volume absurdo de sempre, mas o sorriso dele me fez parar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Era um daqueles moços que vende postal para comprar remédios (pode até ser mentira, mas eu o senti sincero, então é verdade!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perguntou meu nome e embora eu raramente responda, eu disse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E nos 5 minutos que fiquei conversando com ele, ri o bastante para deixar minha alma saciada de sorrisos pelo resto da semana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E ele, muito simpático, mandou essa (após tentar achar uma explicação lógica para eu não ter namorado - sim, ele perguntou!):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Você deveria estar na prateleira da farmácia, porque você é um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;colírio&lt;/span&gt; para os meus olhos! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tempos que não ria assim de algo tão &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ingênuo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claro que não levei a sério, mas eu ri. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Achei bom ver que as vezes, quando a gente sai daquele &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mundinho&lt;/span&gt; maravilhoso que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;constrói&lt;/span&gt; ouvindo uma musica também maravilhosa, a gente se torna mais feliz e ainda ajuda a quem precisa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A musica maravilhosa era essa: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=32GZ3suxRn4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=32GZ3suxRn4&lt;/span&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/2818464917148025017-2650926710800259293?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/2650926710800259293/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/07/cantada-que-salvou-minha-semana.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/2650926710800259293'/><link rel='self' 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font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"...So young and full of running, all the way to the edge of desire&lt;br /&gt;Steady my breathing, silently screaming,&lt;br /&gt;"I have to have you now"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Don't say a word, just come over and lie here with me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm just about to set fire to everything I see&lt;br /&gt;I want you so bad I'll go back on the things I believe&lt;br /&gt;There I just said it, I'm scared you'll forget about me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se você não conhece essa música, ou mesmo o John Mayer, pelamordeDeus (!) conheça, é maravilhoso! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Colher de chá:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(163, 163, 163); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v7zB6raFCc4&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v7zB6raFCc4&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2818464917148025017-9150089101154157168?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/9150089101154157168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-1814666519185462004</id><published>2010-06-22T20:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T20:59:00.541-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'>Muito, muito, muito.</title><content type='html'>Estou feliz da vida. &lt;div&gt;Plena. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não, todos os meus sonhos não se realizaram, o cara que amo não me ama, não tenho namorado, não tenho o emprego dos meus sonhos, ganho pouco, não tenho carro, ainda não conheço Paris e acho que aquele sonho de casar de branco e ser mão aos 30 vai ficar pra próxima encarnação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas caramba! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sou a pessoa mais abençoada que conheço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho uma saúde de ferro, força e coragem para lutar pelos meus sonhos, ando até gordinha, mas sou linda demais, sou uma mulher inteligente, divertida, batalhadora e leal, tenho amigos especiais, uma familia ainda mais especial e uma estrada que, com pequenos ajustes, vai me levar exatamente onde eu sempre quis chegar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vida não é como eu quero. E sinceramente espero que nunca seja. Assim eu não perco o pique de continuar a "nadar" para chegar ao novo destino, sempre renovado, sempre desejado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O porque de me sentir assim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simples: Parei de ver o copo meio vazio. Está meio cheio. E quando se está meio cheio é muito mais fácil de encher até a borda. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Otimismo.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passe adiante. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E no fim, eu realmente sou muito abençoada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que esse otimismo e benção se espalhem para todos nós! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amém!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-1814666519185462004?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/1814666519185462004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/06/muito-muito-muito.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/1814666519185462004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/1814666519185462004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/06/muito-muito-muito.html' title='Muito, muito, muito.'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-3361870073962336649</id><published>2010-06-21T19:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:06:44.208-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'>O mundo dá voltas</title><content type='html'>E nessas voltas ando encontrando minha felicidade.&lt;div&gt;Definitivamente aquela pessoa que eu gostava de ser está voltando a dominar esse corpo de forma intensa e duradoura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E nesse processo intenso eu sou alguém extremamente feliz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só posso dizer que, definitivamente, eu sou alguém muito abençoada! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-3361870073962336649?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/3361870073962336649/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-mundo-da-voltas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/3361870073962336649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/3361870073962336649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-mundo-da-voltas.html' title='O mundo dá voltas'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-1273768750933451889</id><published>2010-06-20T11:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T11:45:36.819-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pessoas'/><title type='text'>Minha mãe disse:</title><content type='html'>"São sempre os amigos que podem nos destruir porque são eles que nos conhecem."&lt;div&gt;Eu acho que ela tem toda razão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-1273768750933451889?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/1273768750933451889/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/06/minha-mae-disse.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/1273768750933451889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/1273768750933451889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/06/minha-mae-disse.html' title='Minha mãe disse:'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-7590805833982554167</id><published>2010-06-12T19:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T19:48:53.909-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo Pra Você</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); line-height: 15px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;Sandy Leah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;E todas as músicas de amor que eu já fiz&lt;br /&gt;Eu fiz... Pra você&lt;br /&gt;E todos os filmes de amor que eu já vi passar&lt;br /&gt;Passaram... Pra você.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;É, você tá em todos os momentos que eu vivo&lt;br /&gt;E que eu desejo.&lt;br /&gt;É, você impregnou na minha carne, nos meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;E agora não tem volta&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso te viver.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;E todas as flores que eu já vi desabrochar&lt;br /&gt;Desabrocharam... Pra você&lt;br /&gt;E todos os beijos mais apaixonados que eu guardei&lt;br /&gt;Estão guardados... Pra você.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;É, você tá em todos os momentos que eu vivo&lt;br /&gt;E que eu desejo.&lt;br /&gt;É, você impregnou na minha carne, nos meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;E agora não tem volta&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso te viver.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Contam nossa história&lt;br /&gt;De tristezas e glórias&lt;br /&gt;O poema mais bonito&lt;br /&gt;Que eu já li...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;É, você tá em todos os momentos que eu vivo&lt;br /&gt;E que eu desejo.&lt;br /&gt;É, você impregnou na minha carne, nos meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;E agora não tem volta&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso te viver.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;E todas as músicas, os filmes, e as flores e os beijos...&lt;br /&gt;Pra você!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Poderia dizer que é a vibe do dia, mas desde aquele dia, que você sabe qual é, eu preciso te viver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Amo. Muito. Ponto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-7590805833982554167?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/7590805833982554167/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/06/tudo-pra-voce.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/7590805833982554167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/7590805833982554167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/06/tudo-pra-voce.html' title='Tudo Pra Você'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-2403062376010583165</id><published>2010-06-04T23:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T23:16:58.335-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'>Clareza</title><content type='html'>Meus desejos de vida se manifestam de forma cada vez mais clara na minha cabeça. &lt;div&gt;E embora ainda tenha algumas duvidas, me sinto em paz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Veremos o que o futuro me reserva. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-2403062376010583165?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/2403062376010583165/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/06/clareza.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/2403062376010583165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/2403062376010583165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/06/clareza.html' title='Clareza'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-8212367487556140814</id><published>2010-06-04T20:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T22:16:36.655-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu e essa minha inexplicável mania de ser feliz!</title><content type='html'>Preciso dizer: está tudo completamente fora do script. Eu deveria estar xingando tudo. né?&lt;div&gt;Bom, não estou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto sono, cansaço e serenidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou incrivelmente serena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E devo dizer que estou me acostumando a me sentir assim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como diz a Sandy, "Perdida e salva"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-8212367487556140814?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/8212367487556140814/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/06/eu-e-essa-minha-inexplicavel-mania-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/8212367487556140814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/8212367487556140814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/06/eu-e-essa-minha-inexplicavel-mania-de.html' title='Eu e essa minha inexplicável mania de ser feliz!'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-8722265351187835743</id><published>2010-06-02T19:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T19:48:07.290-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'>Instavel.</title><content type='html'>Não ando conseguindo conviver com essa instabilidade interna.&lt;div&gt;Ser uma montanha russa não é bom pra ninguém.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Realmente eu preciso de umas boas férias!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-8722265351187835743?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/8722265351187835743/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/06/instavel.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/8722265351187835743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/8722265351187835743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/06/instavel.html' title='Instavel.'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-8179861857294869847</id><published>2010-06-01T20:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T20:29:41.359-03:00</updated><title type='text'>June</title><content type='html'>Estamos falando do mês. &lt;div&gt;Este que começou hoje.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este que marca muita coisa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entro em contagem regressiva para mudança. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho um prazo a cumprir. Folgado eu diria, mas rigoroso no sentido de que é esse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não vai passar do prazo estipulado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É fato. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E é bom pensar a vida para uma mudança, logo eu, que tenho pavor de mudança e nem mesmo sabia disso. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É interessante essa coisa de se reconhecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me sinto muito feliz até com o que não está do jeito que eu gostaria porque eu consigo ver o que me incomoda. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E no fim, percebo que não conto os dias para começar a fazer a mudança. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ela está acontecendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É agora. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom dizer "primeiro dia do resto da vida". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que sejamos felizes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-8179861857294869847?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/8179861857294869847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/06/june.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/8179861857294869847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/8179861857294869847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/06/june.html' title='June'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-6216712242056178431</id><published>2010-05-29T20:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T20:40:56.019-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Maio que parte.</title><content type='html'>Maio mudou minha vida. &lt;div&gt;Embora tenha sido um mês de começos, términos, resoluções, as mudanças que maio trouxe para minha vida serão totalmente definitivas e influenciarão cada passo daqui por diante. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aprender a ter coragem me fez enxergar uma menina de novo, no lugar do tal do pit bull que andava dominando esse corpo... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entender que é preciso fazer escolhas e lutar por elas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dizer que ama sem esperar o "eu também" foi decisivo também. Me fez livre para dizer que o meu amor só deseja que sejamos felizes, não importa se juntos ou separados, que a sua felicidade é a minha, mesmo que eu não esteja incluída ai...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E aprendi a viver um dia de cada vez, juntos e separados. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caramba, mesmo com tudo diferente eu sorrio demais e o tempo todo por você existir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fato que nada nunca mais será igual...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-6216712242056178431?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/6216712242056178431/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/05/maio-que-parte.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/6216712242056178431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/6216712242056178431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/05/maio-que-parte.html' title='Maio que parte.'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-8584301318302987643</id><published>2010-05-24T19:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T19:47:51.688-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Sobre todos esses dizeres em segredo eu só queria escancarar para o mundo que embora isso seja completamente sem sentido no meio disso tudo, eu amo você." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;M.&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/2818464917148025017-8584301318302987643?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/8584301318302987643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/05/sobre-todos-esses-dizeres-em-segredo-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/8584301318302987643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/8584301318302987643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/05/sobre-todos-esses-dizeres-em-segredo-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-4271218055869480348</id><published>2010-05-24T16:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T16:50:40.190-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dos outros'/><title type='text'>Só porque eu gostaria de dizer obrigada.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Eu gostaria de lhe agradecer pelas inúmeras vezes em que você me enxergou melhor do que sou. Pela sua capacidade de me olhar devagar, já que nessa vida muita gente já me olhou depressa demais." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Pr. Fábio de Melo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Devo dizer primeiro que nunca me imaginei um dia começando a escrever nada usando uma citação do Padre Fábio de Melo. Uma amiga, que já não está mais entre nós, costumava usar na assinatura de seus e-mails sempre palavras dele e eu nunca dei muita atenção (as vezes tenho uma relação um tanto complicada com Deus {e com o resto do mundo!}) e hoje, quando li essa citação, percebi que era exatamente o que eu precisava para começar a dizer o que preciso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Então eu gostaria apenas de dizer obrigada a uma pessoa que sempre me olhou assim, melhor que sou, melhor que jamais fui e acho que melhor do que poderei ser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E que só por isso me deu algo maior do que eu poderia cuidar:  o coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mesmo que nem mesmo a mim tenha dito isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Te agradeço por me dizer que as feridas que causei ainda sangram, que eu magoei, mesmo sem querer, de forma quase irreversivel e que agora talvez seja muito tarde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Eu agradeço por colocar essa coisa que não pára de doer no meu peito e que agora me paralisa, me mandar ficar quieta num canto e deixara vida correr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Te agradeço pelos sonhos que eu sonhei e que, embora eu saiba que nunca vão se realizar, me devolveram a capacidade de sonhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Te agradeço pelo carinho imenso que sentiu por mim, pelo abraço presente, pelo sorriso que para mim foi o mais sincero, pela esperança que plantou de novo em meu peito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Por me mostrar que posso ser ferida, mas que suporto porque sou forte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Por me lembrar que tudo nessa vida passa ou acaba, inclusive o amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Esse não é um agradecimento rancoroso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;É resignado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Eu te desejo um mundo inteiro de conquistas e felicidades com a mesma intensidade que desejo para as pessoas que mais amo no mundo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nunca nessa vida vou lhe querer mal um único segundo. De verdade.  Meu coração é incapaz de lhe desejar algo que não seja o melhor simplesmente porque você me ensinou muito, mesmo sem saber que ensinava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Então só quero agradecer e dizer que estou indo ali, fechar as rachaduras que foram reabertas aqui e que sangram violentamente agora e que me obrigam a parar tudo e respirar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Quando eu souber o que fazer eu volto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Por hora, vou procurar alguém que enxugue minhas lágrimas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Com amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;M.&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/2818464917148025017-4271218055869480348?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/4271218055869480348/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-porque-eu-gostaria-de-dizer-obrigada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/4271218055869480348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/4271218055869480348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-porque-eu-gostaria-de-dizer-obrigada.html' title='Só porque eu gostaria de dizer obrigada.'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-2251128345390159755</id><published>2010-05-16T19:50:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T20:04:05.881-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desabafo'/><title type='text'>O que nos resta - ou sobre nosso real direito</title><content type='html'>Hoje a dicotomia da vida me pegou de uma forma violenta e cruel. &lt;div&gt;Me senti o ser mais egoísta do mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E me machucou. Muito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Penso que hoje tenho sonhos enormes, perspectivas bem reais e possíveis, muita luta, que embora me exija muito, tende a me trazer resultados muito satisfatórios e que por isso anda levando meu foco e que, em contrapartida, existem pessoas próximas que vivem outra realidade, dicotomia total...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando penso nisso e lembro que muitas vezes eu me sacrifico em prol de gente que nunca vi mais gorda, penso que talvez meus referenciais estejam extremamente errados e que, talvez, meus sonhos estejam muito além da minha realidade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E isso dá uma senhora tristeza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não pelo tamanho dos sonhos, porque se se sonha, é possível, e sim por saber que esses sonhos sempre serão incompreendidos pelos que preferem se fazer de vitima da vida e não fazer nada nem por si mesmo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-2251128345390159755?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/2251128345390159755/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-que-nos-resta-ou-sobre-nosso-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/2251128345390159755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/2251128345390159755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-que-nos-resta-ou-sobre-nosso-real.html' title='O que nos resta - ou sobre nosso real direito'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-8000988226847023021</id><published>2010-05-08T20:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T20:58:02.484-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sobre nós'/><title type='text'>Demais</title><content type='html'>Me perdoa por te amar um amor que não cabe em meu peito e eu acabar falando além, com os olhos, com o sorriso...&lt;div&gt;Me perdoa por ainda não dizer em palavras o que espero que meus gestos não escondam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Essa magnitude, essa intensidade, esse tudo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque hoje, você é o motivo do sorriso que não sai dos meu lábios e do meu coração. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E, mesmo se isso fizer minha bochechas doerem, eu nunca mais quero parar de te sorrir! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-8000988226847023021?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/8000988226847023021/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/05/demais.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/8000988226847023021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/8000988226847023021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/05/demais.html' title='Demais'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818464917148025017.post-2559518838090939817</id><published>2010-05-06T21:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T21:22:41.759-03:00</updated><title type='text'>tudoaomesmotempoagora!</title><content type='html'>Ainda vou morrer disso!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818464917148025017-2559518838090939817?l=meninadesorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/feeds/2559518838090939817/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/05/tudoaomesmotempoagora.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/2559518838090939817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818464917148025017/posts/default/2559518838090939817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninadesorte.blogspot.com/2010/05/tudoaomesmotempoagora.html' title='tudoaomesmotempoagora!'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13187031184287181169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdChMGGWvLE/Sm2gtmx0yPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mxhQoFcNV64/S220/Foto+Bonita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
