<?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-243939128879938829</id><updated>2012-02-19T14:51:14.577-08:00</updated><category term='agir'/><category term='também nao entendi'/><category term='musica'/><category term='passou'/><category term='carta'/><category term='refletir'/><category term='respirar'/><category term='viver'/><category term='talvez'/><category term='sempre soube'/><category term='aprendendo'/><category term='amar'/><category term='pensametos sem sentidos'/><category term='palavras repetidas'/><category term='ficou'/><category term='aprender...???'/><category term='sem destino'/><category term='desabafo'/><category term='sentimentos sem sentido'/><category term='amo'/><category term='cansada'/><category term='eu'/><category term='VOCÊ'/><title type='text'>Borboletas</title><subtitle type='html'>Meu caminho nesse mundo,    
eu sei
Vai ter um brilho incerto e louco 
Dos que nunca perdem pouco 
Nunca levam pouco 
Mas se um dia eu me der bem 
Vai ser sem jogo

Amor, amor
Fiel me trai, me azeda
Me adoça e me faz viver.
    
Cazuza</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-158841006577959792</id><published>2010-11-07T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T17:53:54.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/TNdYEVMkO5I/AAAAAAAAANM/mWxKu0VuJsM/s1600/tumblr_lb7gt2Od0X1qcsxkvo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/TNdYEVMkO5I/AAAAAAAAANM/mWxKu0VuJsM/s400/tumblr_lb7gt2Od0X1qcsxkvo1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536991098307885970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"   &gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...A vida, com todas as suas limitações e frustrações,                         merece ser vivida. Às margens do caminho esburacado há                         morangos que podem ser colhidos e comidos. Trate de                         viver. Trate de comer os morangos. Esforce-se por ser                         feliz!"&lt;br /&gt;Rubem Alvez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243939128879938829-158841006577959792?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/158841006577959792/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/158841006577959792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/158841006577959792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/TNdYEVMkO5I/AAAAAAAAANM/mWxKu0VuJsM/s72-c/tumblr_lb7gt2Od0X1qcsxkvo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-351501844223369412</id><published>2010-07-29T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T12:19:19.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sempre soube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/TFHTXpekpKI/AAAAAAAAAMk/KJNlPYlgXjs/s1600/iSharon_by_sharonie_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/TFHTXpekpKI/AAAAAAAAAMk/KJNlPYlgXjs/s400/iSharon_by_sharonie_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499409023220622498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/TFHTPjOSvxI/AAAAAAAAAMc/x3XE9jCN6V4/s1600/iSharon_by_sharonie_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="editable_area"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Tudo que você precisa é usar sua própria imaginação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Então use-a, é para isso que ela serve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Procure lá dentro pela mais bela de suas inspirações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Seus sonhos vão abrir as portas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Não faz diferença&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Se você é branco ou negro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Se é homem ou mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Se a música está tocando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ela vai te dar vida nova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Você é um estrela sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;É o que você é, e você sabe disso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="editable_area"&gt;Madona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="editable_area"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" class="editable_area" &gt;Eu preciso muito disso quando tudo parece errado e confuso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="editable_area"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243939128879938829-351501844223369412?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/351501844223369412/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2010/07/tudo-que-voce-precisa-e-usar-sua.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/351501844223369412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/351501844223369412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2010/07/tudo-que-voce-precisa-e-usar-sua.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/TFHTXpekpKI/AAAAAAAAAMk/KJNlPYlgXjs/s72-c/iSharon_by_sharonie_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-3970180895796401311</id><published>2010-07-29T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T11:53:10.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/TFHN52ieKWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/hWagVwr_AUY/s1600/tumblr_l678henHIE1qcf9boo1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/TFHN52ieKWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/hWagVwr_AUY/s400/tumblr_l678henHIE1qcf9boo1_400_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499403013772421474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dar sem querer casar....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sem querer apresentar pra mãe...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sem querer dar o primeiro abraço no Ano Novo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Dar porque o cara te esquenta a coluna vertebral...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Te amolece o gingado...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Te molha o instinto.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Dar porque a vida é estressante e dar relaxa.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Dar porque se você não der para ele hoje, vai dar amanhã, ou depois de amanhã.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Tem pessoas que você vai acabar dando, não tem jeito.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Dar sem esperar ouvir promessas, sem esperar ouvir carinhos, sem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; esperar ouvir futuro.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Dar é bom, na hora.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Durante um mês.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Para os mais desavisados, talvez anos.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Mas dar é dar demais e ficar vazio.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Dar é não ganhar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; É não ganhar um eu te amo baixinho perdido no meio do escuro.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; É não ganhar uma mão no ombro quando o caos da cidade parece querer te abduzir.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; É não ter alguém pra querer casar, para apresentar pra mãe, pra dar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; o primeiro abraço de Ano Novo e pra falar:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Que que cê acha amor?".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; É não ter companhia garantida para viajar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; É não ter para quem ligar quando recebe uma boa notícia.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Dar é não querer dormir encaixadinho...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; É não ter alguém para ouvir seus dengos...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Mas dar é inevitável, dê mesmo, dê sempre, dê muito.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Mas dê mais ainda, muito mais do que qualquer coisa, uma chance ao amor.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Esse sim é o maior tesão.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Esse sim relaxa, cura o mau humor, ameniza todas as crises e faz você flutuar&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Experimente ser amado..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Verissimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem inspiraçao para escrever coisas minhas.&lt;br /&gt;Mas esse texto me prendeu atenção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:medium;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243939128879938829-3970180895796401311?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/3970180895796401311/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2010/07/dar-sem-querer-casar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/3970180895796401311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/3970180895796401311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2010/07/dar-sem-querer-casar.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/TFHN52ieKWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/hWagVwr_AUY/s72-c/tumblr_l678henHIE1qcf9boo1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-2489566600578204978</id><published>2010-06-03T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T19:21:28.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/TAhjFLUW1FI/AAAAAAAAAL8/7bXkqrhfTu4/s1600/Item-637283-180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/TAhjFLUW1FI/AAAAAAAAAL8/7bXkqrhfTu4/s400/Item-637283-180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478737887284876370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;O amor se basta&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;ele&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;precisa de melhorias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(61, 133, 198);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(61, 133, 198);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ele é perfeito como é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;e de maneira nenhuma precisa ser mais perfeito.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Osho&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/243939128879938829-2489566600578204978?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/2489566600578204978/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-amor-se-basta-ele-nao-precisa-de.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/2489566600578204978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/2489566600578204978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-amor-se-basta-ele-nao-precisa-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/TAhjFLUW1FI/AAAAAAAAAL8/7bXkqrhfTu4/s72-c/Item-637283-180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-8970406010918020094</id><published>2010-06-03T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T17:49:22.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/TAhNaZHKbsI/AAAAAAAAAL0/tLcaLygnXlc/s1600/tumblr_l1nksugHC41qawef4o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/TAhNaZHKbsI/AAAAAAAAAL0/tLcaLygnXlc/s400/tumblr_l1nksugHC41qawef4o1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478714062509076162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Você me tem &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;fácil&lt;/span&gt; demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas não parece capaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De cuidar do que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;possui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você sorriu e me propôs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Que eu te deixasse em paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Me disse vai, eu não fui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Não vá pensando que &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;eu sou seu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="author"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paula Toller E Hebert Vianna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/243939128879938829-8970406010918020094?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/8970406010918020094/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2010/06/voce-me-tem-facil-demais-mas-nao-parece.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/8970406010918020094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/8970406010918020094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2010/06/voce-me-tem-facil-demais-mas-nao-parece.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/TAhNaZHKbsI/AAAAAAAAAL0/tLcaLygnXlc/s72-c/tumblr_l1nksugHC41qawef4o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-1388662675994260714</id><published>2010-05-30T18:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T18:29:12.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/TAMQgNJz-kI/AAAAAAAAALc/8L2gcMtrcLA/s1600/x_8b5d971f_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/TAMQgNJz-kI/AAAAAAAAALc/8L2gcMtrcLA/s400/x_8b5d971f_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477239717285329474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ele era um aspirante a poeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ela era inspiração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E pra ele qualquer coisa nela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Despertava uma canção&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela que sempre buscava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Em tudo um porque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Com ele bastava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estar, sentir e viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sandy Leah&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/243939128879938829-1388662675994260714?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/1388662675994260714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2010/05/ele-era-um-aspirante-poeta-ela-era.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/1388662675994260714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/1388662675994260714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2010/05/ele-era-um-aspirante-poeta-ela-era.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/TAMQgNJz-kI/AAAAAAAAALc/8L2gcMtrcLA/s72-c/x_8b5d971f_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-3141467854000114338</id><published>2010-05-07T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T09:54:26.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplesmente saia e faça isso. Você ficará muito, muito contente por ter feito.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S-RFrllBTjI/AAAAAAAAALU/wl65lf2pJC4/s1600/4578499921_0e0cdc9067_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S-RFrllBTjI/AAAAAAAAALU/wl65lf2pJC4/s400/4578499921_0e0cdc9067_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468572462658702898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostaria de repetir o conselho que lhe dei antes: acho que você deveria realmente promover uma mudança radical em seu estilo de vida e começar a fazer corajosamente coisas em que talvez nunca tenha pensado, ou que fosse hesitante demais para tentar. Tanta gente vive em circunstâncias infelizes e, contudo, não toma a iniciativa de mudar sua situação porque está condicionada a uma vida de segurança, conformismo e conservadorismo, tudo isso que parece dar paz de espírito, mas na realidade nada é mais maléfico para o espírito aventureiro do homem que um futuro seguro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A coisa mais essencial do espírito vivo de um homem é sua paixão pela aventura. A alegria da vida vem de nossos encontros com novas experiências e, portanto, não há alegria maior que ter um horizonte sempre cambiante, cada dia com um novo e diferente Sol.&lt;/span&gt; Se você quer mais de sua vida, Ron, deve abandonar sua tendência à segurança monótona e adotar um estilo de vida confuso que, de inicio, vai parecer maluco para você. Mas depois que se acostumar a tal vida verá seu sentido pleno e sua beleza incrível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Temo que você seguirá essa mesma tendência no futuro e assim deixará de descobrir todas as coisas maravilhosas que Deus colocou em torno de nós para descobrir. Não se acomode nem fique sentado em um único lugar. Mova-se, seja nômade, faça de cada dia um novo horizonte. Você ainda vai viver muito tempo, Ron, e será uma vergonha se não aproveitar a oportunidade para revolucionar sua vida e entrar num reino inteiramente novo de experiências.&lt;br /&gt;Você &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;está errado se acha que a alegria emana somente ou principalmente das relações humanas. Deus a distribuiu em toda a nossa volta&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Está em tudo e em qualquer coisa que possamos experimentar.&lt;/span&gt; Só temos de ter a coragem de dar as costas para nosso estilo de vida habitual e nos comprometer com um modo de viver não convencional.&lt;br /&gt;O que quero dizer é que você não precisa de mim ou de qualquer outra pessoa em volta para pôr esse novo tipo de luz em sua vida. Ele está simplesmente esperando que você o pegue e tudo que tem a fazer é estender os braços. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A única pessoa com quem você está lutando é você mesmo e sua teimosia em não entrar em novas situações. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Você verá coisas e conhecerá pessoas e há muito a aprender com elas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Espero que na próxima vez que o encontrar você seja um homem novo, com uma grande quantidade de novas aventuras e experiências na bagagem. Não hesite nem se permita dar desculpas. Simplesmente saia e faça isso. Simplesmente saia e faça isso. Você ficará muito, muito contente por ter feito.&lt;br /&gt;Cuide-se, Ron&lt;br /&gt;Alex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trechos da carta ,do livro Na Natureza Selvagem de  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Jon Krakauer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;Seja  LIVRE&lt;/span&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/243939128879938829-3141467854000114338?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/3141467854000114338/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2010/05/simplesmente-saia-e-faca-isso-voce.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/3141467854000114338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/3141467854000114338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2010/05/simplesmente-saia-e-faca-isso-voce.html' title='Simplesmente saia e faça isso. Você ficará muito, muito contente por ter feito.'/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S-RFrllBTjI/AAAAAAAAALU/wl65lf2pJC4/s72-c/4578499921_0e0cdc9067_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-8462861990647444264</id><published>2010-05-06T19:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T19:38:45.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S-N8piriJbI/AAAAAAAAALE/xK3zLVvQI8s/s1600/tumblr_l100odi2Md1qa9o8bo1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S-N8piriJbI/AAAAAAAAALE/xK3zLVvQI8s/s400/tumblr_l100odi2Md1qa9o8bo1_400_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468351425683793330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;A próxima vez que a gente se encontrar&lt;br /&gt;eu vou te dar um beijo, sem pensar, calado&lt;br /&gt;A próxima vez que a gente se beijar&lt;br /&gt;eu vou querer o mundo com você, do lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="author"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gugu Peixoto E Luiz Gustavo Vaz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="author"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243939128879938829-8462861990647444264?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/8462861990647444264/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2010/05/proxima-vez-que-gente-se-encontrar-eu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/8462861990647444264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/8462861990647444264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2010/05/proxima-vez-que-gente-se-encontrar-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S-N8piriJbI/AAAAAAAAALE/xK3zLVvQI8s/s72-c/tumblr_l100odi2Md1qa9o8bo1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-4168365066104917851</id><published>2010-05-05T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T20:01:40.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S-IwGAQRHQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/YVuzVFjaBUo/s1600/Item-410478-500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S-IwGAQRHQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/YVuzVFjaBUo/s320/Item-410478-500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467985777286782210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Primeiro tirou a máscara: "Eu tenho feito de conta que você não me interessa muito, mas não é verdade. Você é a pessoa mais especial que já conheci. Não por ser bonito ou por pensar como eu sobre tantas coisas, mas por algo maior e mais profundo do que aparência e afinidade. Ser correspondida é o que menos me importa no momento: preciso dizer o que sinto".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Somente diga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Se for verdadeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Somente desfrute do presente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;O amanha não pertence a nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;E considere o passado como PASSADO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                                                                   Isabelle.C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&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/243939128879938829-4168365066104917851?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/4168365066104917851/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2010/05/primeiro-tirou-mascara-eu-tenho-feito.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/4168365066104917851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/4168365066104917851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2010/05/primeiro-tirou-mascara-eu-tenho-feito.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S-IwGAQRHQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/YVuzVFjaBUo/s72-c/Item-410478-500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-1125891570876360889</id><published>2010-05-05T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T19:21:24.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S-Ineok6EqI/AAAAAAAAAJw/uotcQR-Xv7I/s1600/Item-186569-500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S-Ineok6EqI/AAAAAAAAAJw/uotcQR-Xv7I/s200/Item-186569-500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467976304822981282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="corpo"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;O amor é quando a gente mora um no outro&lt;/span&gt;.                   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="corpo"&gt;                    Mario Quintana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="corpo" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                                               &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243939128879938829-1125891570876360889?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/1125891570876360889/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-amor-e-quando-gente-mora-um-no-outro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/1125891570876360889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/1125891570876360889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-amor-e-quando-gente-mora-um-no-outro.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S-Ineok6EqI/AAAAAAAAAJw/uotcQR-Xv7I/s72-c/Item-186569-500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-3785004556206766927</id><published>2010-05-02T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T17:46:28.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94ctSx56CI/AAAAAAAAAJA/XBEArlXkEzY/s1600/Item-310229-500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94ctSx56CI/AAAAAAAAAJA/XBEArlXkEzY/s200/Item-310229-500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466838562135205922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Entre  milhões&lt;br /&gt;Você...&lt;br /&gt;Cativou&lt;br /&gt;Fez importante.&lt;br /&gt;Na multidão eu descubro o que é amar&lt;br /&gt;É olhar em volta&lt;br /&gt;E só enxegar você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isabelle.C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243939128879938829-3785004556206766927?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/3785004556206766927/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2010/05/entre-milhoes-voce.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/3785004556206766927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/3785004556206766927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2010/05/entre-milhoes-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94ctSx56CI/AAAAAAAAAJA/XBEArlXkEzY/s72-c/Item-310229-500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-4497446603660341275</id><published>2010-04-30T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T16:10:39.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S9tgQiKM6FI/AAAAAAAAAIY/HIlTo545LWs/s1600/dois.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S9tgQiKM6FI/AAAAAAAAAIY/HIlTo545LWs/s200/dois.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466068409907996754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perdi muito tempo com coisas que nao eram minhas ,&lt;br /&gt;me preoucpei muito com amanhã e não me fiz por sastifeita com o hoje.&lt;br /&gt;E o tempo passou&lt;br /&gt;Não parou pra mim.&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/243939128879938829-4497446603660341275?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/4497446603660341275/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2010/04/perdi-muito-tempo-com-coisas-que-nao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/4497446603660341275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/4497446603660341275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2010/04/perdi-muito-tempo-com-coisas-que-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S9tgQiKM6FI/AAAAAAAAAIY/HIlTo545LWs/s72-c/dois.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-6360085942847104856</id><published>2010-01-17T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T12:42:27.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Continua o monólogo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se eu pudesse voltar no tempo&lt;br /&gt;Seu eu pudesse voltar teria me calado , enquanto você  gritava, talvez teríamos nos entendido mais.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse voltar diria o quanto eu o amava , talvez ao menos você olharia para trás quando pegou suas coisas e foi embora.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse voltar teria ido ao jogo , teria visto o filme , teria ido quando você queria ir , teria ficado enquanto você só queria dormir mais um pouco, reclamado menos e agradeceria mais pelo momento , talvez tivesse mais coisas boas para lembrar.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse voltar não lutaria  tanto com o que não pode ser mudado , aceitaria as pessoas talvez não me decepcionaria tanto.&lt;br /&gt;Seu pudesse voltar , teria visto as cores , as flores , as folhas, o mar , pisado na terra ,  tentaria mergulhar em tudo que tem menos ou mais densidade que eu , não teria tornado tão rancorosa e saberia o que é viver plenamente.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse voltar andaria mais  devagar , não sofreria com antecipação e saberia que tudo tem um motivo para acontecer , seja bom ou ruim .&lt;br /&gt;Mas se eu pudesse voltar ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Isabelle Cristine&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/243939128879938829-6360085942847104856?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/6360085942847104856/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2010/01/continua-o-monologo.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/6360085942847104856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/6360085942847104856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2010/01/continua-o-monologo.html' title='Continua o monólogo'/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-6551966210932059578</id><published>2010-01-13T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T09:32:32.426-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='também nao entendi'/><title type='text'>Monólogo no boteco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S04DAUa3s0I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Zf7PN0C8mWc/s1600-h/3338356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S04DAUa3s0I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Zf7PN0C8mWc/s200/3338356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426277905044321090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Essas roupas já  estão  muito desbotadas , está encaixando perfeitamente no meu corpo ela já se moldou em mim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Essas falas não fazem mais efeito para ninguém &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;O meu jogo , as cartas jogadas , você já decorou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-  Mais uma vodka aqui, agora pura por favor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não me dê conselhos , não especule sobre mim você está na pior , eu só estou muito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;demodê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,batida, sem cor.  O que você esta tirando  dessas  relações passageiras , amores de um noite só  uma hora queremos alguém para sentimos melhores,  para tornamos melhores , satisfazer com um pessoa só sabe , um amor de verdade maduro , sem condição , sem precisar,  amor não é necessidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Tem isqueiro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sabe tudo é uma travessia ,  você está sempre tão a margem. Vamos para o palco , deixar de ser plateia. E  quando os holofotes estiverem em você não mostre esse sorriso amarelo , seja você e dê o melhor de você em tudo , no final estamos sempre sozinhos , confie em mim  ignore a plateia e encarne o personagem que você decidiu ser .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se eu pudesse pedir algo, o que pediria ? TEMPO, e um pouco de coragem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tempo par ter uma segunda chance com a vida e coragem para ter uma segunda chance comigo.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Mais uma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Isabelle Cristine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;imagem olhares.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243939128879938829-6551966210932059578?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/6551966210932059578/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2010/01/monologo-no-boteco.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/6551966210932059578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/6551966210932059578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2010/01/monologo-no-boteco.html' title='Monólogo no boteco'/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S04DAUa3s0I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Zf7PN0C8mWc/s72-c/3338356.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-3646560414345749701</id><published>2009-12-06T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T15:37:41.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O que você nao vê</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Quanto vale o amor?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Quanto vale então fazer das tripas coração?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Só me diz  a hora e  aonde? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se vou está lá? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Não  duvide amor &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meu amor é todo seu,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não me venha me ferir com essas palavras cortantes , &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não chore pelo que ameaçou a ser , &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estamos apenas começando , estamos nos dando uma segunda chance. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se quiser pode ir , vai embora eu deixo - o que é nosso o vento traz.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vou ficar por aqui  , entrando em qualquer botequim  como dizem "o mundo não merece minha lucidez"  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu sei você  é tão distraído, procura e procura ,e eu aqui dando as dicas para você , dizendo onde está o que você tanto procura. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para de ferir-se, gastando seu mel , depois  dessa   tempestade  ,volta , volta para casa-aqui-  sempre estarei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isabelle Cristine&lt;/span&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/243939128879938829-3646560414345749701?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/3646560414345749701/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-que-voce-nao-ve.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/3646560414345749701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/3646560414345749701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-que-voce-nao-ve.html' title='O que você nao vê'/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-3511211648753550253</id><published>2009-11-22T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T18:45:51.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Foi o seu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; O que me encantou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Quero um pouco mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Desse seu amor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lembra ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Talvez por esse amor imaturo , pelo desejo de posse , por querer tanto, por querer que a outra pessoa cresça da sua maneira , por querer essa fusão , eu tenha perdido o amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Você percebe ,tarde,  que não precisa de ninguém para viver , mas precisa de alguém para &lt;/span&gt;compartilhar&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; a vida aceitando cada um como deve ser.  O meu erro foi minha &lt;/span&gt;projeção&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;. Foi querer mais o que  você estava disposto a dar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;O amor não é assim , mas sim zelo . Se tem zelo você cuida ,  faz o melhor que pode sem perder sua individualidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"E eu vou guiando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu te espero, vem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Siga onde vão meus pés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Porque eu te sigo também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; E eu te amo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; E eu berro: Vem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Grita que você me quer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Que eu grito também!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Quando você estiver assim de &lt;/span&gt;bobeira&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;,  pensa em mim. Eu posso fazer ainda melhor por mim e por você.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isabelle Cristine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243939128879938829-3511211648753550253?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/3511211648753550253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/11/foi-o-seu-olhar-o-que-me-encantou-quero.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/3511211648753550253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/3511211648753550253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/11/foi-o-seu-olhar-o-que-me-encantou-quero.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-6711537986527508451</id><published>2009-11-09T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T17:11:44.403-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palavras repetidas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Essa vontade de fazer qualquer coisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Essa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inquietação&lt;/span&gt;,estamos sempre buscando algo,estamos sempre esperando,uma reposta um resultado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;um emprego melhor, um telefonema ,uma carta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Não adianta ficar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;queto&lt;/span&gt; ai , olhando para cima e descobrir o que está faltando , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;já&lt;/span&gt; fiquei tantos anos assim esperando por algo que nunca vinha. E  meu coração continuava com um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;puta&lt;/span&gt; buraco , querida &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; seja tão mesquinha você &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;preencher&lt;/span&gt; isso com &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;álcool&lt;/span&gt; , com fumaça , com esses sexos sem amor. Você sabe o que acontece no outro dia não é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Você &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; sentiu , não entendeu esse é o prazer da vida buscar , existe varias estradas , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;inúmeras&lt;/span&gt; boas , ruins , umas até são &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;círculos&lt;/span&gt; que faz você parar no mesmo lugar. Mas quem se importa se tem varias ,  o importante é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;vocÊ&lt;/span&gt; e quão disposta você esta para tentar , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; importa os erros ,  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt; é assim levando na cara que se aprende. O que?    Você está pensando no que vão falar de você . Você não &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;só&lt;/span&gt; esta  entregando os pontos , como esta deixando os outros tirarem eles de você. Os outros , são os outros é só.  As pessoas sempre vão falar  não importa o que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt; faça.Pessoas , pessoas, elas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; ligam ,  não se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;preocupa&lt;/span&gt; elas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;só&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;vão&lt;/span&gt; falar quando &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;estiver&lt;/span&gt; no fundo , e elas só vão esta perto de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt; quando &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;vocÊ&lt;/span&gt; estiver bem , ou parecer bem.Aprenda a vida é sua , somente sua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;entao&lt;/span&gt; faça dela o que te fazer feliz.  Tudo só depende você , o que acontece nela não é totalmente  culpa sua , mas cabe a você deixar que isso te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;afete&lt;/span&gt;. Sua historia você  escreve, os personagens cabe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt; escolher os principais, o roteiro , e os inoportunos é com &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;voce&lt;/span&gt;  saber como desviar.  Pare  com essa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;auto piedade&lt;/span&gt; você não foi escolhida para pagar por todos pecados .  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Que algo sempre nos falta — o que chamamos de Deus, o que chamamos de amor, saúde, dinheiro, esperança ou paz. Sentir sede, faz parte. E atormenta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" C.F Abreu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Não espera &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;aceitação&lt;/span&gt; dos outros , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; precisa disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Coloque&lt;/span&gt; seu nome bem grande, cante para todo mundo , sorria porque vale a pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Todos tem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;corações&lt;/span&gt; partidos , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;ninguém&lt;/span&gt; é definido, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;ninguém&lt;/span&gt; é bom , nem mau , somos todos assim feridos , amargos , contentes, felizes , tristes, chatos e pensamos que  o  mundo é pequeno demais. Não ele  é enorme ,  de tantos lugares &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;vocÊ&lt;/span&gt; vai encontrar um  para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;vocÊ&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Isabelle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Cristine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243939128879938829-6711537986527508451?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/6711537986527508451/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/11/essa-vontade-de-fazer-qualquer-coisa.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/6711537986527508451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/6711537986527508451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/11/essa-vontade-de-fazer-qualquer-coisa.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-1069537676716227610</id><published>2009-10-31T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T22:29:30.020-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passou'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aprendendo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cansada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ficou'/><title type='text'>Tarde, mais chegou</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Em um ritmo rápido  eu me vi  bem de novo , meu coração não ta tão ruim assim agora ,pois você não me magoa mais , você não me supreende mais , o seu encanto agora eu vejo que você não tem mais .  Eu cansei , um dia assim como qualquer outro você acorda  e percebe a tola que você foi.  E percebe que disso  também faz da vida ser o que é. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;E aqueles que sempre estiveram comigo ,  são esses que merecem o devido valor porque eles me valorizam , eles aceitaram o simples fato de eu ser e só . Em mim, nunca precisei mudar nada por eles e por você  não ,me desfiz e me refiz varias vezes por você, para que você pelos menos visse  . E você nem percebeu. Só pensou em você, e  motivos para desconfiar de mim. Você não entendeu o que eu sentia,  você não viu, eu estava a qualquer hora por você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Sabe o motivo de ter esperado tanto, insistido tanto, porque eu pensei que valesse a pena. Pensei de tanto sonhar, tentar, esperar no final eu e você ficaríamos juntos . E se alguém perguntasse para mim o por que de tudo eu poderia responder que nada foi em vão  de tudo q eu fiz , fez valer a pena.   Mas não vai ser assim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Isabelle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Na vida tudo tem um tempo pra passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Pelo menos eu tentei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Pelo menos me esforcei pra ficar tranquilo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Hoje eu corri no asfalto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Me deu trabalho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Retirar as coisas velhas do armário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Pelos menos eu tentei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; E até que tentei demais, mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Pelo menos eu tentei chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Mas acontece que a vida não me deixa desabar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Não vou beijar concreto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Tá tudo certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Tá tudo em paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Seu &lt;/span&gt;Cuca&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/243939128879938829-1069537676716227610?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/1069537676716227610/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/10/tarde-mais-chegou.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/1069537676716227610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/1069537676716227610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/10/tarde-mais-chegou.html' title='Tarde, mais chegou'/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-588191752101812963</id><published>2009-09-24T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T19:00:33.162-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sem destino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VOCÊ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talvez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; Meu bem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;hega mais perto ,mas  não muito   não  tão depressa.  Você está  tão opaca ,tão sem vida .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Por quê ? Alguém te feriu? Foi isso, não foi !? Tudo bem meu amor todos acabam  com o amor todos os dias aos poucos ,chega  uma hora que sobra só os resquícios alguns conseguem das cinzas fazer renascer ah querida, mas são poucos.  O amor é para todos sim , mas nem todos estão dispostos a se sacrificar por ele , nem todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sabe qual é o problema ,  sempre é as expectativas que você coloca , você espera muito do outro e quando se da conta ,  já está ai sofrendo.  Ele  te ama não duvide disso ,  mas não como você quis não é mesmo . Ele  erra muito , ele te magoa querida   eu sei disse to vendo em seu olhos &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Eu me pergunto às vezes porque eu to perdendo meu tempo com você . É algo que você tem  não sei explicar ,  eu tenho para mim que  eu posso fazer você feliz como você me faz  às vezes  . Mas você ta nesse momento  ai ,  lutando por um  amor .Ele vai acabar com o seu melhor ,  eu enxergo isso&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Eu , o que posso fazer mais do  eu faço , estou tentando dar o  meu máximo ,  talvez não esteja sendo o suficiente para você. Ah meu amor  eu  não sofro mais , sabe porque eu sinto você agora, não espero um amanha de você. Não, minto  bem la no fundo eu sinto sim que podemos nos apaixonarmos um pelo outro . Mas depois eu penso melhor , talvez nessa vida fomos feitos para momentos  segundas feiras monótonas  , tardes chatas de domingos  , sábados a noite onde todos estão por ai  distribuindo falsos amores , nos estamos simplesmente sendo nos dois  assim tão singelo. Com nossos corações machucados.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Então quando for lembrar de mim , quando você for falar  para  seus amigos sobre mim lembra do meu melhor é só isso que eu te peço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; Siga seu caminho e seja feliz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;                                                                                          &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alguém que quer seu bem e só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243939128879938829-588191752101812963?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/588191752101812963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/09/meu-bem-c-hega-mais-perto-mas-nao-muito.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/588191752101812963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/588191752101812963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/09/meu-bem-c-hega-mais-perto-mas-nao-muito.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-7401125291847955311</id><published>2009-09-08T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T18:48:08.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Deixa partir , não se prende a nada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Tudo um dia vai , tudo até o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Deixa fluir nada é constante , tudo esta em movimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Tudo até a dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Deixa ficar, este momento não vai mais voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Não mais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Deixa o agora acontecer , o amor acontecer, amanhã não vai ser do mesmo jeito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Hoje foi de chuva limpou a sujeirada toda , limpou minha magoa , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Limpou minha alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Aprendi, servi ao que vale a pena &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;O caminho não mudou , mas a forma de andar , sim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Hoje com sol, mais forte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Vou seguir assim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Simples &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Assim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Como esses versos sem rima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isabelle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243939128879938829-7401125291847955311?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/7401125291847955311/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/09/deixa-partir-nao-se-prende-nada-tudo-um.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/7401125291847955311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/7401125291847955311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/09/deixa-partir-nao-se-prende-nada-tudo-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-4585402798912645172</id><published>2009-09-04T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T22:22:32.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida nossa de cada dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;E foi tudo , eu senti , fui no topo e cai, tudo desmoronou , os planos ficaram la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;trás&lt;/span&gt; na estrada quando eu esqueci até mesmo quem eu era. Agora estou aqui lutando por algo a qual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nem&lt;/span&gt; sei se eu quero &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;projetaram&lt;/span&gt; em mim , estou aqui com esse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;puto&lt;/span&gt; salto machucando meu pé. A rotina ai a rotina esta minguando meu animo. Como? Logo eu que era tão &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;inconstante&lt;/span&gt;, logo eu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tão&lt;/span&gt; apaixonada pelas motivos simples: um livro , um poema, uma frase,um sorriso, você, um dia de sol, ou melhor de chuva bem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;friozinho&lt;/span&gt; com um cobertor e um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;filminho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;romântico&lt;/span&gt; a qual me fazia acreditar em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;príncipes&lt;/span&gt; aparecendo disposto a fugir comigo para um lugar lindo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; precisava &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nem&lt;/span&gt; de castelo e de uma bela carruagem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;só&lt;/span&gt; o suficiente para viver feliz em um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;cantinho&lt;/span&gt; da terra. Mas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; a Terra do Nunca , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;só&lt;/span&gt; em contos ou nome de casa de gente famosa. Eu cresci, todos ao meu redor cresceram , todos agora &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; tem o sonhos de antes , sonhos onde &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;nem&lt;/span&gt; sequer foram concretizados. Como? Tanto coisa a aprender , todas coisas a viver , tanta coisa a sonhar , tanta coisa a amar.Eu eu tenho tanto a amar . Mas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt;, o mundo deu de cara comigo passou levando o jeito doce de mim. E os meus sonhos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;também&lt;/span&gt;, hoje to lutando , tudo que vier é lucro. Eu queria mesmo que fosse diferente, em tempos que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;éramos&lt;/span&gt; mais , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;éramos&lt;/span&gt; muito mais , divinos. Mas olha essa porra toda ao seu redor olha no que você se transformou. Em um chato. Ou presta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;atenção&lt;/span&gt; na hora, 8: 00 vai chegar atrasado, para depois enfrentar a fila e pagar as duas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;prestações&lt;/span&gt; atrasadas. Cala boca porra, essa gente toda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; para de falar , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;só&lt;/span&gt; fica andando de um lado para outro, nessa rua cheia, nesse ar poluido, nesse som irritante com pressa para que? Para onde? Para as vidas nossas de cada dia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Isabelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243939128879938829-4585402798912645172?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/4585402798912645172/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/09/vida-nossa-de-cada-dia.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/4585402798912645172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/4585402798912645172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/09/vida-nossa-de-cada-dia.html' title='Vida nossa de cada dia'/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-4594320384482937338</id><published>2009-08-22T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T18:45:58.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;22:30 eu estou aqui com meu estojo de maquiagem aberto , escolhendo uma roupa que não expresse tanto minhas intenções. Pensando que podia ser para você isso tudo ,  eu daria meu melhor para você nesta noite. Mas não hoje o beijo vai ter outro gosto,  o toque vai ter outro efeito , a entrega vai ser diferente. Em você que está  a outro encontro , você que deve ta sentindo outro gosto talvez mais doce.  Você que eu amo tanto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;Não vou me importa tanto hoje , vou me esquecer , talvez um pouco de você também. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;A  semana passou , não liguei , cuidei de mim , as horas de estudo faz eu pensar menos. Os encontros com  outros garotos é incrível tem o efeito contrario, sinto um vazio. Um pensamento de  não era para ser assim , não é esse , não é com esse.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;Talvez de tantos sabores  eu encontre um parecido com o seu ou então se for possível  com mais encanto. E  assim de tanto procurar  ,  numa dessas noites  vazias eu perceba que seu encanto não faz mais efeito em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Isabelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&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/243939128879938829-4594320384482937338?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/4594320384482937338/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/08/2230-eu-estou-aqui-com-meu-estojo-de.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/4594320384482937338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/4594320384482937338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/08/2230-eu-estou-aqui-com-meu-estojo-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-8910262716312476668</id><published>2009-08-14T12:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T12:45:21.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bem todos os meus versos , as entrelinhas é sobre você, minhas declarações cessaram pelos menos por enquanto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabe eu queria  realmente  que você fosse ruim comigo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que você mentisse dizendo que me amava só para me entregar a você &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que nada fosse tão claro como é,  eu não saberia  não quero saber&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas você esclareceu ,você me alertou, não fui enganada , não fui usada, não fui. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O pior  é saber .  Isso me mata. Isso me parte. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas mesmo assim eu procuro desesperadamente nessa noite escura por algum rastro dele em mim , &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o cheiro , &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o gosto,  implacável&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;as coisa tolas escritas  as quais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;não foram entregues. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não por falta de coragem,  em relação a você não preciso de jogos, não preciso de conselhos de revistas de mulherzinha " não diga que  o ama isso poderá assusta- lo"  etc e tal... Não eu me jogo,  eu me declaro digo todas a vezes que você quiser ouvir ou não. Eu tiro a roupa para você. Faço tudo  é só você pedir. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não se  estresse meu bem , meu amor não  te cobrara  nada , pode viver sua vida,  seguir seu rumo,  suas loucuras , suas chatices,  faça  tudo , caia , chore, morra por dentro . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na hora  exata você vai , eu sei que vai está pronto para mim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isabelle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243939128879938829-8910262716312476668?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/8910262716312476668/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/08/bem-todos-os-meus-versos-as-entrelinhas.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/8910262716312476668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/8910262716312476668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/08/bem-todos-os-meus-versos-as-entrelinhas.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-1562333625141253221</id><published>2009-07-28T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T12:48:30.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A garota acordou assustada , não contaria para ninguém o sonho que teve a dor era inevitável. Foi um tapa na cara literalmente que ele deu depois que ela disse que o amava, o tapa talvez não doesse tanto a dor física não se compara a dor de dentro essa sufoca e grita não era esse motivo de ter deixado ela aos prantos foi o que ele disse "você ainda não aprendeu a lição". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Duas interpretações veio na cabeça dela &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Primeira: não diz que o ama, ele não esta preparado para ouvir ( talvez o significado do tapa).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Segundo: A lição que ela deveria saber já decorado : as vezes nem quando é amor, não adianta insistir. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Amo por isso insisto". Se ate hoje ele não te amou, talvez isso nunca aconteça.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doí.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O único que fez ela se sentir assim , nenhum um outro tocou tão profundo . Nenhum outro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ontem ele estava na porta dela dizendo "você é muito especial". Se ela realmente fosse o anel que está no dedo dela agora estaria no seu. Se ele gosta tanto assim de conversar com ela , então porque não liga . Se é tão bom assim encosta a cabeça no seus seios e compartilhar o silêncio , não é encima dela que ele esta agora .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela não esta pronta , ela não quer entregar os poucos pontos que ele deu . Se contentou com pouco com as migalhas de um amor medíocre e leviano ... Finais de semana não preenche a falta de todos os dias. Ela mendigou o amor .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todos a julgariam claro é o caminho mais fácil, ninguém compreenderia o porque. Nunca houve um eu e você, o eu te amo a noite, das briguinhas bobas , dos apelidos, dos ciumes dele por ela , dos cinemas, viagens, dos planos . E mesmo assim ela o ama. Não precisa de relação para isso, o que ela sente é muito mais forte de que muitos casais dizem que sentem por ai, nicks de msn, recadinhos de orkut, anéis de prata não significam nada. Vai para os bastidores e vê como é o ensaio para todo esse espetáculo , como e construido às máscaras, o ensaio das falas que depois ele vai dizer sebemos para quem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O amor por ele esta dentro dela, talvez nunca veja mas esta la junto com o pouco de amor próprio que ainda resta. Porque ela fez , e,é capaz de fazer mais do que ela nunca fez por ela mesma.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Isabelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243939128879938829-1562333625141253221?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/1562333625141253221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/07/garota-acordou-assustada-nao-contaria.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/1562333625141253221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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sensação que estou sentido agora&lt;br /&gt;Minhas mãos estão tremendo , meu coração está saindo&lt;br /&gt;Meus olhos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;estão&lt;/span&gt; feitos diamantes, me reviro toda ,você me toca&lt;br /&gt;de suspiros e suspiros, sopros e gemidos está o amor para mim e a paixão para você&lt;br /&gt;Isso não importa agora você está aqui me despindo aos poucos , me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;desconsertando&lt;/span&gt; completamente.&lt;br /&gt;Você é meu amor eu daria tudo tudo por você&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor, minha alma.&lt;br /&gt;Porque quando não é você simplesmente &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; é&lt;br /&gt;A garota boba aqui se apaixonou&lt;br /&gt;Pelo melhores dos garotos, pelos mais encantadores dos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;príncipes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desesperador e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ridículo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amando...&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243939128879938829-5668393581313834608?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/5668393581313834608/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/07/ninguem-entenderia-sensacao-que-estou.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/5668393581313834608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/5668393581313834608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/07/ninguem-entenderia-sensacao-que-estou.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-1692980075872388140</id><published>2009-07-17T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T21:04:06.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me toca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me sente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me afaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(arde dentro de mim )  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me consome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; De tragos em tragos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O vício.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isabelle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-7627001419185414431</id><published>2009-07-09T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T14:07:01.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talvez</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/SlZbm57dZ3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/CXosY0AMtXc/s1600-h/28906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356569530747152242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/SlZbm57dZ3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/CXosY0AMtXc/s200/28906.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Me desculpe mais eu me desliguei do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não nasci para esse lugar isso é definitivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Minhas palavras não estão saindo da maneira certa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eu não consigo entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eu nunca fui muito de achar graça no que a maioria da pessoas fazem talvez eu não seja muito normal meio doida talvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Talvez eu escreva porque não sou muito boa falando escrevendo pelo menos depois de ler, reler eu consigo me entender um pouco mais as vezes menos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Me disseram que a formula para escrever e você devorar tudo e depois vomitar tudo vindo de uma maneira diferente de como entrou ( claro).Com seus mistérios humanos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tento entrar dentro da órbita mais como eu disse não nasci para tudo isso aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quero achar meu caminho, nunca ninguém consegue mesmo te ensinar como achar esse tal de caminho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Talvez eu pegue uma carona com alguém que me entenda mais do que eu , talvez eu me perca isso não será mesmo nenhuma novidade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Porque eu ando por ai distraída uma hora dessas talvez eu encontre aquilo que todo mundo procura para se sentir vivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Talvez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Isabelle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243939128879938829-7627001419185414431?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/SlZbm57dZ3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/CXosY0AMtXc/s72-c/28906.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-7688666387685555013</id><published>2009-07-03T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T19:47:37.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;As pessoas já não são mais as mesmas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;O tempo passou por mim foi tão rápido, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;todas aquelas coisas que passam na sua cabeça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;é tão vago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Eu não sei se vivi se sonhei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Não sei de quem foi a culpa, cada um foi para seu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;cada um vivendo suas mentiras em algum lugar .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;As brigas cessaram , mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;sobraram os pedaços aqui. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Não se foi melhor assim , acabar com tudo sempre é o caminho mais curto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;As pessoas não ficam para ajudar colar os cacos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;O coração estilhaçado que chora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Mas sempre vai ter o amanhã uma chance para viver excessões , para ter o novo , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;de conseguir superar todas probabilidades vindas contra você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Eu espero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isabelle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243939128879938829-7688666387685555013?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/7688666387685555013/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-pessoas-ja-nao-sao-mais-as-mesmas.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/7688666387685555013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/7688666387685555013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-pessoas-ja-nao-sao-mais-as-mesmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-8163838631774780111</id><published>2009-05-18T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T08:55:42.520-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='refletir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agir'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/ShGC00DXQkI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WWlr7S27tZ8/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337190877248307778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/ShGC00DXQkI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WWlr7S27tZ8/s200/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ninguém gosta de vê o feio, o grotesco, as mazelas que agoniza o mundo. A maior parte das pessoas passa e fingi não vê, ou pior aquele conformismo alienado "não temos o que fazer " "sempre foi assim" nada vai mudar". Eu não vou ser hipócrita enquanto a maior parte da população está sendo esmagada pela fome eu estou aqui no meu mudinho podre , de gente falsa esbanjando o supérfulo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alienada ao mundo da oferta e da procura, que não compra o produto e sim rótulos e grifes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O VALOR do bom coração cadê?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foi substituido pelo seu saldo no banco.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Essa alienação , esse vazio que corroí aos poucos, a agunia perfurando minha alma me coloca diante do nada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahhh!!!!!. Eu to com vontade de gritar , de fazer do mundo qualquer coisa .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Demorou mas levantei do meu sofá confortável , sai da frente da televisão que me cega. Eu fiz algo.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Belinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Imagine que não ha posses &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu me pergunto se você pode&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem a necessidade de ganância ou fome&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma irmandade dos homens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagine todas as pessoas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Partilhando todo o mundo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você pode dizer que eu sou um sonhador &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas eu não sou o único&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Espero que um dia você junte-se a nós&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o mundo será como um só"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jonh Lennon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243939128879938829-8163838631774780111?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Como se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; houvesse amigos, vizinhos, conhecidos, estranhos ou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;plateia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Belinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334763888572409890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/SgjjferwqCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/69dy4wNGVBI/s200/1984549.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;foto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://br.olhares.com/galerias/asmaisvotadas.php?p=8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;br.olhares.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243939128879938829-3971135525390929151?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/3971135525390929151/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/05/desfaca-refaca-reescreva-voce-mesmo.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/3971135525390929151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/3971135525390929151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/05/desfaca-refaca-reescreva-voce-mesmo.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/SgjjferwqCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/69dy4wNGVBI/s72-c/1984549.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-8661332565004378441</id><published>2009-05-01T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T22:14:33.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A cidade ta muito fria e escura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Eu to procurando um lugar para mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ando por ai &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; encontro lugar algum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Passos largos para sei la onde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A vida ta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sufocando&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Procurando algo para gostar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Para fazer sentido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Estou farta de tanta coisa banal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Dessa gente toda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Queria mesmo achar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alguém&lt;/span&gt; para fugir comigo daqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Belinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331090544900470306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/SfvWmvI8diI/AAAAAAAAAGk/EmlB2fI6Lrg/s200/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"Conversa vazia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;cabeça vazia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;De prazer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;cheia de dúvida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;De vontade de fazer qualquer loucura, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;que pareça aventura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Qualquer experiência que altere o estado de consciência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Que te dê a sensação de que você não tá perdido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Que alguém te dá ouvidos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que a vida faz sentido&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Gabriel Pensador&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/243939128879938829-8661332565004378441?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/8661332565004378441/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/05/cidade-ta-muito-fria-e-escura-eu-to.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/8661332565004378441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/8661332565004378441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/05/cidade-ta-muito-fria-e-escura-eu-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/SfvWmvI8diI/AAAAAAAAAGk/EmlB2fI6Lrg/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-1518739679048020061</id><published>2009-04-21T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:10:12.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que importa um nome está hora do anoitecer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que importa os porquês as causas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só temos esse agora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Essa noite vai ser escrita a giz com leveza logo se apagara &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todas essa falsas intenções guarde elas para próximas não precisa disso agora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todo essas carícias sacanas, todo esse gemido permita se&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De mãos, bocas , pernas, de gosto em gosto de todo mel desperdiçado em corpos nunca mais vistos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se esconder para que ? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só eu mesmo sei da minha dor &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que não se esconde para agradar ninguém&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só sei que tem muitos mundos lá fora .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu estou a descobrir essa noite.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Belinha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243939128879938829-1518739679048020061?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/1518739679048020061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/04/que-importa-um-nome-esta-hora-do.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/1518739679048020061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/1518739679048020061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/04/que-importa-um-nome-esta-hora-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-6427777888951876156</id><published>2009-04-04T06:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T06:56:52.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;O que faz uma pessoa ser real? Uma pessoa especial?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Aquela mesma que em um domingo qualquer você lembra, onde será que ela ta? o que será que ela esta fazendo? Porque ela não ta mais aqui? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Foi os defeitos , foi as coisinhas bobas e irritantes que você achou graça... Foi por ela não ser tão vazia , tão sem graça como a maioria da pessoas . O mundo ta cheio de gente sem muito o que dizer, com caras pintadas com panos caros são pessoas de plástico tão irreal tão falso. Mas você gritou sem nenhum pudor , com pecado , você seduziu todos os olhares . Você é o que eu jamais  poderia ser, do que eu poderia desejar. Real. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Belinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Mas se eu tiver nos olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Uma luz bonita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Fica comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;E me faz feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;É que eu tô sozinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Há tanto tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Que eu me esqueci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;O que é verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;E o que é mentira em volta de mim "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Cazuza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243939128879938829-6427777888951876156?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/6427777888951876156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-que-faz-uma-pessoa-ser-real-uma.html#comment-form' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/6427777888951876156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/6427777888951876156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-que-faz-uma-pessoa-ser-real-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-2434871207728617652</id><published>2009-03-31T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T04:54:02.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;  Lá fora tanta graça e tanta cor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319317233140739714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/SdIC1zD3roI/AAAAAAAAAGU/X7sVVKD1Z0U/s200/1194753418_rosto_na_janela_com_chuva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixe-me ir &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preciso andar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou por aí a procurar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rir prá não chorar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se alguém por mim perguntar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diga que eu só vou voltar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depois que me encontrar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero assistir ao sol nascer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ver as águas dos rios correr&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ouvir os pássaros cantar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu quero nascer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero viver...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cartola&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243939128879938829-2434871207728617652?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/2434871207728617652/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/03/la-fora-tanta-graca-e-tanta-cor-deixe.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/2434871207728617652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/2434871207728617652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/03/la-fora-tanta-graca-e-tanta-cor-deixe.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/SdIC1zD3roI/AAAAAAAAAGU/X7sVVKD1Z0U/s72-c/1194753418_rosto_na_janela_com_chuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-5033106691652770391</id><published>2009-03-17T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T16:42:55.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os dias passam , seu encanto já não faz mais tanto efeito assim. As palavras escritas parece tão tolas agora. Nos pensamentos não surgi mais porquês, aquela ideia fixa desapareceu . Você e ninguém conseguiu perceber mas todos acabam voltando para o que realmente importa. Todos acabam achando o que realmente importa, todos tem um filtro dentro de si (escolhas). Mas como tudo segue seu ritmo... É o natural da vida uns vão cair outros vão continuar no pedestal. E você vai está ai fazendo suas coisas fúteis com seus sentimentos que nunca se cruzam com os meus, com suas ideias hipócritas , com seu dizer só por dizer, com suas mentiras a a qual só fazem efeito para você. Vou continuar no outro lado da rua vendo as pessoas passarem , para que todas as que passarem deixarem um pouco delas em mim. Para que uma dessas tenham o mesmo gosto e encanto seu que está desaparecendo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Belinha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314305223685825090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/ScA0cc3L4kI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WM1ciCIv1LE/s200/olho+bor.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Eu não sei o que vi aqui&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei prá onde ir&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei por que moro ali&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei por que estou&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei prá onde a gente vai&lt;br /&gt;Andando pelo mundo&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei prá onde o mundo vai&lt;br /&gt;Nesse breu vou sem rumo&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que o mundo vai de lá prá cá&lt;br /&gt;Andando por ali, por acolá&lt;br /&gt;Querendo ver o sol que não chega&lt;br /&gt;Querendo ter alguém que não vem.&lt;br /&gt;Cada um sabe dos gostos que tem&lt;br /&gt;Suas escolhas suas flores, seus jardins&lt;br /&gt;De que adianta a espera de alguem&lt;br /&gt;O mundo todo reside dentro em mim&lt;br /&gt;Cada um pode com a força que tem&lt;br /&gt;Na leveza e na doçura de ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Vanessa da Mata &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243939128879938829-5033106691652770391?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/5033106691652770391/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/03/os-dias-passam-seu-encanto-ja-nao-faz.html#comment-form' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/5033106691652770391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/5033106691652770391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/03/os-dias-passam-seu-encanto-ja-nao-faz.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/ScA0cc3L4kI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WM1ciCIv1LE/s72-c/olho+bor.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-2304636298732071072</id><published>2009-03-10T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T14:09:23.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Há bilhões de pessoas nesse mundo louco, muitas hoje enfrentarão com a verdade apesar de muitos disserem que gostam dela , as vezes causa dor. Algumas vão ouvir aquele eu te amo da boca para fora, umas vão ouvir com toda força do ser de tão forte conseguirá sentir pelo olhar. Pessoas indo e vindo por todo lado. Pessoas alegres algumas solitarias esperando por alguem salvar de si mesmas. Pessoas e pessoas buscando coisas , carros, casas, cartoes todos aqueles papéis , todos aqueles panos todas aquelas coisas não deixam pessoas serem felizes, sentirem a verdadeira intensidade da vida, sentir a vida em suas mãos, sentir nas entranhas do seu ser. Poucas descobrirão quando a hora chegar não vai contar , não vai compessar o que se teve nessa vida mas quem se teve de verdade. Pessoas hoje vão para suas casas alegres outras tantas vão tentar toca para frente buscando coisas vazias e sentimentos vazios. Muitas sofrerão por amor, outras vão esperar um amor... Tantas e tantas nesse mundo e eu só preciso de uma. O maior de todos os clichês... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt; Belinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243939128879938829-2304636298732071072?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/2304636298732071072/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/03/ha-bilhoes-de-pessoas-nesse-mundo-louco.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/2304636298732071072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/2304636298732071072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/03/ha-bilhoes-de-pessoas-nesse-mundo-louco.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-5854957603070229983</id><published>2009-03-04T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T14:10:00.774-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos sem sentido'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensametos sem sentidos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;São as coisas de sempre, aquelas frases escritas atras de caminhão "o tempo cura tudo" ," quem acredita sempre alcança" o tempo é o mais ironico o mais sacana ele faz a gente fica pensando mais, aguniando até suas últimas lágrimas caírem até você acomoda com aquilo e o que aconteceu parece ficar nun baú fechado. Depois veem outros erros , outras desilusões , alegrias , risos, conversas enfim outra frase de caminhão " A vida segue" idai o problema não é você querer seguir é você lutar ir até as ultimas, até o ultimo suspiro e o querer aqui agora nao é esquecer deixar para lar, por mais idiota que seja e vc querer apertar na mesma tecla até seu dedo cansar... Não é quem espera sempre alcança quem espera cansa e quando não tem mais nada que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;possa fazer foda -se "o sai dessa". Tempo o que vai dizer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333333;"&gt;Belinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309437434832550386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/Sa7pN2Ra-fI/AAAAAAAAAE4/YYxv_gG_IPE/s200/triste.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333333;"&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/243939128879938829-5854957603070229983?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/5854957603070229983/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/03/sao-as-coisas-de-sempre-aquelas-frases.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/5854957603070229983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aprender...???'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;É Proibido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É proibido chorar sem aprender,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Levantar-se um dia sem saber o que fazer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ter medo de suas lembranças.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É proibido não rir dos problemas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não lutar pelo que se quer,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abandonar tudo por medo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não transformar sonhos em realidade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;É proibido não demonstrar amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fazer com que alguém pague por tuas dúvidas e mau-humor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É proibido deixar os amigos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não tentar compreender o que viveram juntos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chamá-los somente quando necessita deles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É proibido não ser você mesmo diante das pessoas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fingir que elas não te importam,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser gentil só para que se lembrem de você,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esquecer aqueles que gostam de você.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;É proibido não fazer as coisas por si mesmo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não crer em Deus e fazer seu destino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ter medo da vida e de seus compromissos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não viver cada dia como se fosse um último suspiro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;É proibido sentir saudades de alguém sem se alegrar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Esquecer seus olhos, seu sorriso, só porque seus caminhos sedesencontraram,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Esquecer seu passado e pagá-lo com seu presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É proibido não tentar compreender as pessoas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pensar que as vidas deles valem mais que a sua,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não saber que cada um tem seu caminho e sua sorte.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É proibido não criar sua história,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixar de dar graças a Deus por sua vida,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não ter um momento para quem necessita de você,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não compreender que o que a vida te dá, também te tira. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É proibido não buscar a felicidade,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não viver sua vida com uma atitude positiva,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Não pensar que podemos ser melhores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Não sentir que sem você este mundo não seria igual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243939128879938829-7572588326731258453?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/7572588326731258453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/02/e-proibido-e-proibido-chorar-sem.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/7572588326731258453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/7572588326731258453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/02/e-proibido-e-proibido-chorar-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-5229199900790496085</id><published>2009-02-20T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T14:47:14.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vive o Instante que Passa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Vive o instante que passa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Vive-o intensamente até à última gota de sangue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;É um instante banal, nada há nele que o distinga de mil outros instantes vividos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E no entanto ele é o único por ser irrepetível e isso o distingue de qualquer outro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Porque nunca mais ele será o mesmo nem tu que o estás vivendo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Absorve-o todo em ti, impregna-te dele e que ele não seja pois em vão no dar-se-te todo a ti. Olha o sol difícil entre as nuvens, respira à profundidade de ti, ouve o vento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Escuta as vozes longínquas de crianças, o ruído de um motor que passa na estrada, o silêncio que isso envolve e que fica. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E pensa-te a ti que disso te apercebes, sê vivo aí, pensa-te vivo aí, sente-te aí. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E que nada se perca infinitesimalmente no mundo que vives e na pessoa que és. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Assim o dom estúpido e miraculoso da vida não será a estupidez maior de o não teres cumprido integralmente, de o teres desperdiçado numa vida que terá fim.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Vergílio Ferreira&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/243939128879938829-5229199900790496085?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/5229199900790496085/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/02/vive-o-instante-que-passa.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/5229199900790496085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/5229199900790496085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/02/vive-o-instante-que-passa.html' title='Vive o Instante que Passa'/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-2997715660424596694</id><published>2009-02-19T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T14:17:40.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;Tudo que eu preciso é de uma chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;Sinceramente eu ainda acredito no destino.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;Só preciso acreditar naquele instante...&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/243939128879938829-2997715660424596694?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/2997715660424596694/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/02/tudo-que-eu-preciso-e-de-uma-chance.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/2997715660424596694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/2997715660424596694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/02/tudo-que-eu-preciso-e-de-uma-chance.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-7888598667456256070</id><published>2009-02-16T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T11:01:30.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;Seja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/SZm1aT65PrI/AAAAAAAAAEw/AO17SfnUgdg/s1600-h/8560096272Gr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303469499833990834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/SZm1aT65PrI/AAAAAAAAAEw/AO17SfnUgdg/s200/8560096272Gr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"Alguém pode rasgar-lhe a pele sem que você permita, mas jamais poderá invadir sua mente se você não permitir. Não se permita ser invadido. Somos o que somos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A maior aventura de um ser humano é viajar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E a maior viagem que alguém pode empreender&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É para dentro de si mesmo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E o modo mais emocionante de realizá-la é ler um livro,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois um livro revela que a vida é o maior de todos os livros,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas é pouco útil para quem não souber ler nas entrelinhas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E descobrir o que as palavras não disseram...&lt;br /&gt;Augusto Cury&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/243939128879938829-7888598667456256070?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/7888598667456256070/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/02/seja-alguem-pode-rasgar-lhe-pele-sem.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/7888598667456256070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/7888598667456256070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/02/seja-alguem-pode-rasgar-lhe-pele-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/SZm1aT65PrI/AAAAAAAAAEw/AO17SfnUgdg/s72-c/8560096272Gr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-8210802506673301492</id><published>2009-02-13T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T15:30:23.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/SZYCMBvvfCI/AAAAAAAAAEo/1MxqQGF4eg8/s1600-h/andando.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302428016925703202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/SZYCMBvvfCI/AAAAAAAAAEo/1MxqQGF4eg8/s200/andando.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Falar é completamente fácil, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;quando se têm palavras em mente que expressem sua opinião.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Difícil é expressar por gestos e atitudes o que realmente queremos dizer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;o quanto queremos dizer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;antes que a pessoa se vá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243939128879938829-8210802506673301492?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/8210802506673301492/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/02/falar-e-completamente-facil-quando-se.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/8210802506673301492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/8210802506673301492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/02/falar-e-completamente-facil-quando-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/SZYCMBvvfCI/AAAAAAAAAEo/1MxqQGF4eg8/s72-c/andando.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-7908073816472760175</id><published>2009-02-12T10:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T10:36:19.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/SZRrd7SDdmI/AAAAAAAAAD4/lFyoNS18A8I/s1600-h/rossa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301980823195711074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/SZRrd7SDdmI/AAAAAAAAAD4/lFyoNS18A8I/s200/rossa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje ouvindo um regee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu pensamento levou a crer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que eu gosto mesmo de você.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;Veio uns versos que li do Bob Marley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sozinho, meu pensamento focaliza em alguém&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixo-o livre, e de repente meu coração aperta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas não estou triste&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pelo contrário deixo escapar um sorriso &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comer não me parece tão importante agora me sinto alimentado por outra coisa &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acordo sempre com os mesmos pensamentos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E os mesmos me impulsionam a ter um grande dia quando eu te vejo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinto coisas estranhas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas boas quando falo com você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minha cabeça pensa direito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas minhas palavras saem embaralhadas por que minhas mãos estão suando sozinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu pensamento focaliza alguém&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esse alguém é você é... estou amando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243939128879938829-7908073816472760175?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/SZRrd7SDdmI/AAAAAAAAAD4/lFyoNS18A8I/s72-c/rossa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-3552329822417555433</id><published>2009-02-11T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:31:14.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/SZL9OvuXevI/AAAAAAAAADw/73J4ULmUsnE/s1600-h/CA0HIBWV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301578141139434226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/SZL9OvuXevI/AAAAAAAAADw/73J4ULmUsnE/s200/CA0HIBWV.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/SZL9Bbvk0FI/AAAAAAAAADo/fNw2Rcew3jw/s1600-h/y1plJnleerdA3p5JfUydg4S5ZXkBWx8BqttDAYvLQr8qhh8TDocJ_KnABkly8-FPkyq.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os ventos que as vezes tiram algo que amamos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;são os mesmos que trazem algo que aprendemos a amar... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por isso não devemos chorar pelo que nos foi tirado e sim,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aprender a amar o que nos foi dado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois tudo aquilo que é realmente nosso, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nunca se vai para sempre...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Bob Marley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Bob_Marley/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243939128879938829-3552329822417555433?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/3552329822417555433/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/02/os-ventos-que-as-vezes-tiram-algo-que.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/3552329822417555433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/3552329822417555433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/02/os-ventos-que-as-vezes-tiram-algo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/SZL9OvuXevI/AAAAAAAAADw/73J4ULmUsnE/s72-c/CA0HIBWV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-2073872338662599999</id><published>2009-02-06T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T08:23:45.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/SYxhR2v3tzI/AAAAAAAAADQ/f08Dc5Ia5Us/s1600-h/smimage056.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                            O que nos temos é o tempo. É ele que vai me levar até você. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299720381668418338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/SYxjm6Y-YyI/AAAAAAAAADY/I27Umfukb9A/s200/relodio.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A vida é a arte do encontro, embora haja tantos desencontros nesta vida"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vinícius de Moraes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243939128879938829-2073872338662599999?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/2073872338662599999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/02/esperar.html#comment-form' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/2073872338662599999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/2073872338662599999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/02/esperar.html' title='Esperar'/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/SYxjm6Y-YyI/AAAAAAAAADY/I27Umfukb9A/s72-c/relodio.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-9075184771164076801</id><published>2009-02-05T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:02:41.955-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VOCÊ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='respirar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amar'/><title type='text'>Respirar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/SYuZzd9MnSI/AAAAAAAAADI/HkjbjfSuVZY/s1600-h/x1pAdjo0uCo2H0WFHQZapxWLuL58-TCH4qhHwHMZHk7QWJS5saTcmu171ZlIqArSRw3_6hjicZGL02rECCqSK7GX2RAd_FdE7FI2Y7pYqEgenScRF121HhrV0WkKHKWac9o0kK-MzzGcroz8u-jQ7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299498496025206050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/SYuZzd9MnSI/AAAAAAAAADI/HkjbjfSuVZY/s200/x1pAdjo0uCo2H0WFHQZapxWLuL58-TCH4qhHwHMZHk7QWJS5saTcmu171ZlIqArSRw3_6hjicZGL02rECCqSK7GX2RAd_FdE7FI2Y7pYqEgenScRF121HhrV0WkKHKWac9o0kK-MzzGcroz8u-jQ7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naqueles dias, eu entendia perfeitamente porque era tão importante &lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;respirar&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não, eu não respirava para me sentir vivo e sim para sentir teu cheiro. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;Respira&lt;/font&gt;r já não era necessário para saber que vivia. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu amor por você me dava a certeza de que eu nunca fui tão vivo quanto naquele momento. Melancólico não é? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porém, o que seria do amor sem a melancolia. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No fim, apesar de não lhe ter mais, sei por que eu tenho que &lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;respirar&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque somente assim eu me sinto &lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;vivo&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você foi &lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;mais&lt;/font&gt; que um &lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;amor&lt;/font&gt;, que um motivo, que uma certeza..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você foi mais que uma &lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;vida&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque &lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;sem você&lt;/font&gt; a vida não teria nem ao menos existido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas saiba que foi verdadeiro, e hoje eu preciso viver na esperança de que o destino volte a unir aqueles que já se &lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;amaram&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para que eu posso a respirar como &lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;antes&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Gabriel&lt;/font&gt;.C&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/243939128879938829-9075184771164076801?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/9075184771164076801/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/02/respirar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/9075184771164076801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/9075184771164076801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/02/respirar.html' title='Respirar'/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/SYuZzd9MnSI/AAAAAAAAADI/HkjbjfSuVZY/s72-c/x1pAdjo0uCo2H0WFHQZapxWLuL58-TCH4qhHwHMZHk7QWJS5saTcmu171ZlIqArSRw3_6hjicZGL02rECCqSK7GX2RAd_FdE7FI2Y7pYqEgenScRF121HhrV0WkKHKWac9o0kK-MzzGcroz8u-jQ7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-6676545277941735568</id><published>2009-02-04T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T07:26:31.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/SYpA77sLrEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/NjIcDhxKGbw/s1600-h/salvar.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299119309934275650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/SYpA77sLrEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/NjIcDhxKGbw/s200/salvar.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sei lá tou pensado hoje nas coisas q passaram acordei com esse sentimento. Como quase sempre o que se passou tem aquela sensação de " nossa é bem melhor como era antes". Será ? Estou com isso me engasgando pensando nas oportunidades perdidas . E como eu estaria hoje Se isso SE aquilo... Ah ta me sufocando. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243939128879938829-6676545277941735568?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/6676545277941735568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/02/munch-sei-la-tou-pensado-hoje-nas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/6676545277941735568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/6676545277941735568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/02/munch-sei-la-tou-pensado-hoje-nas.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/SYpA77sLrEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/NjIcDhxKGbw/s72-c/salvar.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-3603241950211477622</id><published>2009-02-04T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T06:54:29.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/SYmr-7NTFwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ClKoQWLEAXc/s1600-h/kore.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298955534111807234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/SYmr-7NTFwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ClKoQWLEAXc/s200/kore.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/SYmrh2J-srI/AAAAAAAAACo/heduig_gn_8/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É sentir aquele arrepio &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O exctase só pelo toque &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O beijo que faz ser lembrado todas as noites&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;São as promessar cumpridas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É sentir seu gosto sem igual&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não é apenas o dizer que ama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falar de amor não é amar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/243939128879938829-3603241950211477622?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/3603241950211477622/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/02/e-sentir-aquele-arrepio-o-exctase-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/3603241950211477622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/3603241950211477622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/02/e-sentir-aquele-arrepio-o-exctase-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/SYmr-7NTFwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ClKoQWLEAXc/s72-c/kore.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-4277125139958069742</id><published>2009-02-03T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T12:35:37.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/SYiqZle1hHI/AAAAAAAAACI/3AY2PwZWvFQ/s1600-h/smimage056.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/SYiqMELScXI/AAAAAAAAACA/Gfnd163pOts/s1600-h/smimage056.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero sentir aquele beijo de novo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aquele abraço &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tá ruim aqui dentro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas a vida segue &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tem que seguir&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/243939128879938829-4277125139958069742?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/4277125139958069742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/02/saudade.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/4277125139958069742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/4277125139958069742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/02/saudade.html' title='Saudade'/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243939128879938829.post-1460684648530663173</id><published>2009-02-02T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T19:51:14.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tem certas horas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Há certas horas, em que não precisamos de um Amor...&lt;br /&gt;Não precisamos da paixão desmedida...&lt;br /&gt;Não queremos beijo na boca...&lt;br /&gt;E nem corpos a se encontrar na maciez de uma cama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há certas horas, que só queremos a mão no ombro, o abraço apertado ou mesmo o estar ali, quietinho, ao lado...&lt;br /&gt;Sem nada dizer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há certas horas, quando sentimos que estamos pra chorar, que desejamos uma presença amiga, a nos ouvir paciente, a brincar com a gente, a nos fazer sorrir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que ria de nossas piadas sem graça...&lt;br /&gt;Que ache  nossas tristezas as maiores do mundo...&lt;br /&gt;Que nos teça elogios sem fim...&lt;br /&gt;E que apesar de todas essas mentiras úteis, nos seja de uma sinceridade&lt;br /&gt;inquestionável...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nos mande calar a boca ou nos evite um gesto impensado...&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que nos possa dizer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que você está errado, mas estou do seu lado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou alguém que apenas diga:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou seu amor! E estou Aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt; William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243939128879938829-1460684648530663173?l=belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/1460684648530663173/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/02/tem-certas-horas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/1460684648530663173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243939128879938829/posts/default/1460684648530663173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belinhaborboleta.blogspot.com/2009/02/tem-certas-horas.html' title='Tem certas horas'/><author><name>Isabelle.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01486965056758783011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeBiQk2p5kg/S94Ni_p_4CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CsatOigYxq8/S220/PIC00134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
