<?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-1655062669203497275</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:59:36.426-08:00</updated><category term='by others'/><category term='sexo'/><category term='feeling'/><category term='festas'/><category term='selinhos'/><category term='poemas'/><category term='movies'/><category term='imagens'/><category term='hojé é...'/><category term='moda'/><category term='frases de famosos'/><category term='pensando rápido'/><category term='amor'/><category term='séries'/><category term='Já ouviu falar?'/><category term='coisinhas'/><category term='download'/><category term='frases'/><category term='coisas sobre uma garota'/><category term='chat'/><category term='músicas'/><category term='amizade'/><category term='feriados'/><category term='comportamento'/><category term='copiado'/><title type='text'>Go!Runaway</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-8617105823139895279</id><published>2010-12-11T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T10:41:33.178-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comportamento'/><title type='text'>Cadê a evolução?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Eu já vi de tudo nesses sites de relacionamento, tudo mesmo. Cada coisa que me deixou espantada e com vergonha de fazer parte de uma sociedade desse tipo... links com cenas de maltratos a animais, cenas de pessoas torturando outras, vídeos demoníacos que são passados por comunidades como se isso fosse uma brincadeira, montagens pornográficas de crianças, preconceito na maior cara-de-pau, gente que disse com essas palavras: "negro não presta", "bati na minha empregada", "gente pobre devia morrer", "nordestino não é gente" e pior do que isso tudo ouvi: "nossa que legal", "que coisa foda", "devia ter feito mais" e sinceramente foi isso o que mais me doeu e o que mais me dói, por que ainda hoje tem gente que apóia uma palhaçada dessa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Onde é que fica o respeito e a educação que recebemos? Ela devia acompanhar a gente na saída da escola, mais pelo que vejo não é isso que vem acontecendo... Hoje eu encontrei algo que sinceramente, foi a pior das coisas que eu já vi por aqui, uma comunidade que atacava Jesus, sim, Jesus, nem ele escapou das críticas sem fundamento e sem conhecimento desse 'povinho pop' da internet que se acha e acredita que aqui é uma terra sem donos onde a gente pode falar o que quiser na hora que quiser. Pois bem, vou mostrar meu protesto pedindo a ajuda de todos que lerem isso clicar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community?cmm=484475"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; e denunciar a bendita comunidade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ld7vq6pa5u1qcmxxho1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="283" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ld7vq6pa5u1qcmxxho1_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ld7vq6pa5u1qcmxxho1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Como pode alguém ter coragem de escrever dizendo que Jesus devia ter apanhado mais? Na minha opnião, bateram no cara errado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E ainda me veem com a justificativa: é livre a manifestação do pensamento, por favor, manifestação do pensamento sem atingir crença,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;raça, religião ou outro grupo é que é livre manifestação de pensamento. Sem isso é falta de respeito e merece ser punida, não apoiada, como o que vem acontecendo.&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/1655062669203497275-8617105823139895279?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8617105823139895279/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=8617105823139895279&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/8617105823139895279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/8617105823139895279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/12/cade-evolucao.html' title='Cadê a evolução?'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-7596107535746054210</id><published>2010-11-15T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T18:32:13.888-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copiado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas sobre uma garota'/><title type='text'>Carta a mim mesma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4978745/b207940574_large.jpg?1289873448" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4978745/b207940574_large.jpg?1289873448" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Querida, eu honestamente entendo você. Você quer se tornar uma pessoa melhor, e você tenta, mas parece que nunca consegue. E então você desiste lentamente das suas esperanças - sobre amor e vida e sonhos - e procura por consolo nas coisas que podem destruir você. Então você destrói a si mesma e todas as coisas ruins também. Você destrói a si mesma antes que a vida ou o destino o faça. E por cinco minutos você se sente bem. No controle. Mas no momento seguinte a realidade acende e você volta a se julgar, se arrepender, se questionar. Você pensa em desistir, mas você é um pouco corajosa e hedonista demais para deixar certas coisas ou prazeres para trás. Você pensa em se manter firme, continuar indo em frente, mostrar para as pessoas que você superou. Mas a verdade é que você precisa fazer isso para você mesma, e ninguém mais. Sim, você está envergonhada, mas tem mais medo dos próprios olhos do que de qualquer outra pessoa. Sim, você quer desaparecer, mas... não era você a corajosa? Ah, verdade. Então você mantém a cabeça erguida e tenta seguir em frente. Você vai tentar fingir que nada aconteceu, mas por dentro você saberá todas as coisas que a torturam e isso vai matar você aos poucos... Quer saber? Você quer ser uma pessoa melhor?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;TRY HARDER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;. Pare de sentir pena de si mesma e&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;GET OVER YOURSELF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;. Toda história de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;'i fucked up, i feel bad, i wanna be better, but im fucking it up again'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;está se tornando velha, repetida e patética demais. Não quer se sentir mal? Então não foda as coisas em primeiro lugar. Pare de perder a si mesma. Você sabe quem você é, então SEJA! Pare com os comportamentos ruins - para os outros e para você, principalmente. Pare de se boicotar (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I cheated myself like I knew I would, I told you I was trouble, you know that I'm no good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;), pare de fugir (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;you are the fugitive but you don't know what you're running from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;), pare de ser esse clichê de pobre menina linda, problemática demais (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I'm losing control, yeah, the kids are all fucked up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;). Se reconstrua. Mude sua trilha sonora. Aceite essa você quebrada, danificada, porque você é assim, mas pare de se quebrar mais. Quer ser uma pessoa melhor? Seja. Eu prometo que vou ajudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;por: Clarissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655062669203497275-7596107535746054210?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7596107535746054210/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=7596107535746054210&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/7596107535746054210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/7596107535746054210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/11/carta-mim-mesma.html' title='Carta a mim mesma'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-5962436550398223240</id><published>2010-11-12T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T04:24:31.182-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>Ajude esse cancêr não espalhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/2770112/2Xqb3FFNMoq8oqp0WAQm5dvFo1_500_large.jpg?1277690186" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/2770112/2Xqb3FFNMoq8oqp0WAQm5dvFo1_500_large.jpg?1277690186" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Engraçado que a consciência pesada é a deles, mas quem deita com a cabeça no travesseiro a noite e não consegue dormir sou eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não ao desmatamento!&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/1655062669203497275-5962436550398223240?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5962436550398223240/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=5962436550398223240&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/5962436550398223240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/5962436550398223240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/11/engracado-que-consciencia-pesada-e.html' title='Ajude esse cancêr não espalhar'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-4300512379879489701</id><published>2010-11-05T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T14:51:42.080-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='by others'/><title type='text'>Inacreditável U_U</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Tive que postar isso aqui antes de ir pra aula, tava olhando o orkut de um amigo e vi o link desse blog e a matéria me chamou a atenção, preconceito contra nordestinos no twitter, um absurdo as coisas que eles falaram. Uma vergonha maior pra eles é claro, que além de mal educados são preconceituosos e perdem tempo da vida deles falando mal da gente. Comportamento horrível o desses que dizem ser melhor do que a gente que vive do lado de cá do Brasil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;MATÉRIA DO BLOG &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://kioshi.blogspot.com/"&gt;HEARTBEATZ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Preconceito no Twitter contra nordestinos após Dilma ter ganho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Update&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;: inclusão de um print do Facebook, se eu achar mais eu coloco. O post poderia se chamar 'um dia inteiro do&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/kioshi" style="color: red; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a class="twitter-anywhere-user" href="http://twitter.com/kioshi" style="color: red; text-decoration: none;"&gt;kioshi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;procurando preconceito no Twitter, rs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;(Mudei o título do post porque xenofobia pode não ser aplicável no caso, por ser entre pessoas do mesmo país, pelo que pesquisei e devido a um comentário que me alertou disso).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;P.S.: Sou paulistano, mas completamente intolerante ao preconceito. Minha mãe nasceu em Pernambuco mas isso não faz diferença nenhuma na minha atitude de postar esses casos ou não. Quem quiser me mandar imagens ou links,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:maumauz@ig.com.br" style="color: red; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;maumauz@ig.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- qualquer dúvida pergunte&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://formspring.me/kioshi" style="color: red; text-decoration: none;" target="blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Preconceito dá cadeia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; 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text-decoration: none;" target="blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;http://www.pgr.mpf.gov.br/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Lei 7.716&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;, de 1989&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;, aprovada pelo Congresso Nacional e sancionada pelo presidente:&lt;br /&gt;Art. 1º Serão punidos, na forma desta Lei, os crimes resultantes de discriminação ou preconceito de raça, cor, etnia, religião ou procedência nacional.&lt;br /&gt;Art. 20. Praticar, induzir ou incitar a discriminação ou preconceito de raça, cor, etnia, religião ou procedência nacional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Pena: reclusão de um a três anos e multa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;§ 2º Se qualquer dos crimes previstos no caput é cometido por intermédio dos meios de comunicação social ou publicação de qualquer natureza:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Pena: reclusão de dois a cinco anos e multa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;§ 3º No caso do parágrafo anterior, o juiz poderá determinar, ouvido o Ministério Público ou a pedido deste, ainda antes do inquérito policial, sob pena de desobediência:&lt;br /&gt;I – o recolhimento imediato ou a busca e apreensão dos exemplares do material respectivo;&lt;br /&gt;II – a cessação das respectivas transmissões radiofônicas ou televisivas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;III – a interdição das respectivas mensagens ou páginas de informação na rede mundial de computadores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TLemUzc6buI/AAAAAAAABug/yQAs1Z0iwKU/s400/The+Band+Perry.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TLemUzc6buI/AAAAAAAABug/yQAs1Z0iwKU/s320/The+Band+Perry.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Que baixar um cd e não se arrepender? Baixe o cd que acabou de sair do forno de The Band Perry, uma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;banda americana de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/M%C3%BAsica_country" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial;" title="Música country"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;música country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;composta por três irmãos, Kimberly Perry, Reid Perry e Neil Perry.Os Perry começaram a cantar quando crianças em sua cidade natal,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mobile_(Alabama)" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial;" title="Mobile (Alabama)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;Mobile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;e com quinze anos Kimberly formou sua própria banda com seus irmãos como&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roadie" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial;" title="Roadie"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;roadies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, mesmo eles tendo dez e oito anos.&amp;nbsp;Em&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;julho de 2005&lt;/span&gt;, eles se juntaram a&amp;nbsp;New Faces of Country tour, (em português: Turnê Novas Caras do Country) patrocinada pela&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coca-Cola" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial;" title="Coca-Cola"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;Coca-Cola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Em&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;, The Band Perry foi descoberta por Joe Doyle, que os ajudou a fazer gravações. Essa gravações foram enviadas para Scott Borchetta, chefe da recém-formada&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Republic_Nashville&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial;" title="Republic Nashville (página não existe)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;Republic Nashville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;, e em agosto do ano seguinte a banda assinou contrato com a gravadora, lançando no mesmo mês seu&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Hip_to_My_Heart&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial;" title="Hip to My Heart (página não existe)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;Hip to My Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A música ficou na vigésima colocação da parada country no início de 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;, dando origem a um EP lançado em&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/6_de_abril" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial;" title="6 de abril"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;6 de abril&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;daquele ano.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Após "Hip to My Heart" sair das paradas, o grupo lançou "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;If I Die Young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;", que também chegou ao top 40 da parada country e no top 5 da&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Top Heatseekers&amp;nbsp;e atualmente ocupa a posição 27 na Billboard. Agora o CD foi lançado e &amp;nbsp;muitas outras músicas que não viraram sigles ainda,&amp;nbsp;estão prontinhas pra voce ouvir, basta clicar &lt;a href="http://www.multiupload.com/Q9L577LPSB"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e baixar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1655062669203497275-5597787214776597810?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5597787214776597810/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=5597787214776597810&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/5597787214776597810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/5597787214776597810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/10/escute.html' title='Escute!'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TLemUzc6buI/AAAAAAAABug/yQAs1Z0iwKU/s72-c/The+Band+Perry.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-4766571692312219504</id><published>2010-10-12T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T17:12:01.814-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>Anw *o*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/3874186/tumblr_kvymavlUn71qzp6gmo1_500_large.jpg?1284362867" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="312" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/3874186/tumblr_kvymavlUn71qzp6gmo1_500_large.jpg?1284362867" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Por mais que tente você nunca conseguirá se igualar a sabedoria e pureza de uma criança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Natiele Carvalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fiz outra postagens para o dia das crianças por que achei essa foto muito linda,&amp;nbsp;&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/1655062669203497275-4766571692312219504?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4766571692312219504/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=4766571692312219504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/4766571692312219504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/4766571692312219504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/10/anw-o.html' title='Anw *o*'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-3795155396308380061</id><published>2010-10-12T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T17:08:40.829-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hojé é...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>Presentes de Deus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4284882/tumblr_l9n9arvapF1qbfggqo1_500_large.jpg?1286625108" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4284882/tumblr_l9n9arvapF1qbfggqo1_500_large.jpg?1286625108" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ver o sorriso de uma criança é viajar ao paraíso sem sair do lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Natiele Carvalho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Feliz dia das Crianças e pra nós que permanecemos jovens de coração.&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/1655062669203497275-3795155396308380061?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3795155396308380061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=3795155396308380061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/3795155396308380061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/3795155396308380061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/10/presentes-de-deus.html' title='Presentes de Deus'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-7444608928994743153</id><published>2010-10-06T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T15:10:26.000-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copiado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><title type='text'>Não hesite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1911249/school-food-punishment-butterfly-swimmer_large.jpg?1270917412" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1911249/school-food-punishment-butterfly-swimmer_large.jpg?1270917412" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Ainda pior que a convicção do não é a incerteza do talvez, é a desilusão de um quase. É o quase que me incomoda, que me entristece, que me mata trazendo tudo que poderia ter sido e não foi. Quem quase ganhou ainda joga, quem quase passou ainda estuda, quem quase morreu está vivo, quem quase amou não amou. Basta pensar nas oportunidades que escaparam pelos dedos, nas chances que se perdem por medo, nas idéias que nunca sairão do papel por essa maldita mania de viver no outono. Pergunto-me, às vezes, o que nos leva a escolher uma vida morna; ou melhor não me pergunto, contesto. Pros erros há perdão; pros fracassos, chance; pros amores impossíveis, tempo. De nada adianta cercar um coração vazio ou economizar alma. Um romance cujo fim é instantâneo ou indolor não é romance. Gaste mais horas realizando que sonhando..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community?cmm=53276888"&gt;Comunidade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655062669203497275-7444608928994743153?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7444608928994743153/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=7444608928994743153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/7444608928994743153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/7444608928994743153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/10/nao-exite.html' title='Não hesite'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-455404226627163776</id><published>2010-09-29T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T20:55:06.157-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas sobre uma garota'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>Sem título</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2636737/tumblr_l455h8yRx01qzgqxeo1_500_large.jpg?1276864152" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2636737/tumblr_l455h8yRx01qzgqxeo1_500_large.jpg?1276864152" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Vontade e coragem moram em linhas diferentes de um muro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Natiele Carvalho&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4117228/tumblr_l9hem11yVH1qcjw11o1_500_large.jpg?1285720554" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4117228/tumblr_l9hem11yVH1qcjw11o1_500_large.jpg?1285720554" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Está fora do meu controle dar sentido a todas as coisas que eu digo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Natiele Carvalho&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655062669203497275-7626419055868339096?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7626419055868339096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=7626419055868339096&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/7626419055868339096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/7626419055868339096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/09/desculpa.html' title='Desculpa,'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-2201482131958618116</id><published>2010-09-27T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T15:57:33.589-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='músicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Make your game</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2319599/tumblr_kz8ewfrYDE1qaak5ro1_400_large.png?1274465115" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2319599/tumblr_kz8ewfrYDE1qaak5ro1_400_large.png?1274465115" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu quero enganá-los como se faz no Texas, dobrá-los, deixarem me bater,vamos lá querido , fique comigo (Eu amo isso!)&amp;nbsp;Sorte e intuição, jogue as cartas de espadas para começar e&amp;nbsp;quando ficar encuralado, eu conquisto o coração dele.&amp;nbsp;Eu quero sair com ele, seremos um casal durão.&amp;nbsp;Um joguinho é divertido quando você está comigo (eu amo isso!)&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Roleta Russa não é a mesma coisa sem uma arma e&amp;nbsp;querido&lt;/i&gt;, amor sem dor não é divertido (divertido!)&amp;nbsp;Eu não vou te dizer que eu te amo, beijar ou te abraçar. Porque eu estou blefando com as minhas fantasias.&amp;nbsp;Eu não estou mentindo, eu estou apenas atirando com minha pistola de amor.&amp;nbsp;Como uma garota no cassino. Pegue seu lugar antes que eu gaste suas fichas, eu prometo, eu prometo.&amp;nbsp;Olhe sua mão porque eu sou maravilhosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #686868; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não consegue ler minha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ele não consegue ler minha cara de blefe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lady Gaga&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;Poker Face&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;download &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/audio/RSPNfpoW/Lada_gaga_-_POKER_FACE.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;aqui♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655062669203497275-2201482131958618116?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2201482131958618116/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=2201482131958618116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/2201482131958618116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/2201482131958618116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/09/make-your-game.html' title='Make your game'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-2934885616055810966</id><published>2010-09-23T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T15:34:00.449-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases de famosos'/><title type='text'>Ela é f*... massa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3785234/l_a721fb3505b94f9581df5beced9abbe0_large.jpg?1283916644" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3785234/l_a721fb3505b94f9581df5beced9abbe0_large.jpg?1283916644" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Eu nunca vou conseguir ser um astro como Dylan ou Hendrix por que eu sempre falo a verdade."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Janis Joplin&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/1655062669203497275-2934885616055810966?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2934885616055810966/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=2934885616055810966&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/2934885616055810966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/2934885616055810966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/09/ela-e-f-massa.html' title='Ela é f*... massa'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-3563168841792428057</id><published>2010-09-23T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T07:42:40.923-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases de famosos'/><title type='text'>É o que dizem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3985994/tumblr_l8zou53djt1qb3r7zo1_500_large.jpg?1285012497" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3985994/tumblr_l8zou53djt1qb3r7zo1_500_large.jpg?1285012497" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Não despreze a masturbação - é fazer sexo com a pessoa que você mais ama."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Woody Allen&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/1655062669203497275-3563168841792428057?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3563168841792428057/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=3563168841792428057&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/3563168841792428057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/3563168841792428057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/09/e-o-que-dizem.html' title='É o que dizem'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-886554375209258537</id><published>2010-09-22T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T22:00:03.216-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagens'/><title type='text'>True</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4018980/tumblr_l95wwqAm3A1qbw0kyo1_400_large.jpg?1285198722" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4018980/tumblr_l95wwqAm3A1qbw0kyo1_400_large.jpg?1285198722" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Todos nós temos segredos"&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/1655062669203497275-886554375209258537?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/886554375209258537/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=886554375209258537&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/886554375209258537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/886554375209258537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/09/true.html' title='True'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-844974102206097110</id><published>2010-09-22T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T17:21:35.980-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copiado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><title type='text'>Don't grow up too fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3665190/tumblr_l7izx6yKWT1qcpe19o1_500_large.png?1283322754" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3665190/tumblr_l7izx6yKWT1qcpe19o1_500_large.png?1283322754" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;''Engraçado a vida, quando somos crianças o tempo não passa e derrepente, de um dia para o outro nós temos 50 anos. Depois da infância, tudo que nos resta, cabe numa caixa velha. ''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;O Fabuloso Destino de Amélie Poulain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655062669203497275-844974102206097110?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/844974102206097110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=844974102206097110&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/844974102206097110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/844974102206097110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/09/dont-grow-up-too-fast.html' title='Don&apos;t grow up too fast'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-203838505775113192</id><published>2010-09-20T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T19:25:12.380-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='músicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>Verdades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3730080/tumblr_l893fzvBnH1qd6wm6o1_500_large.jpg?1283651445" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3730080/tumblr_l893fzvBnH1qd6wm6o1_500_large.jpg?1283651445" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;"Dores que ninguém nunca sentiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;é o sentimento mais comum"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Engenheiros do Hawaii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655062669203497275-203838505775113192?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/203838505775113192/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=203838505775113192&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/203838505775113192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/203838505775113192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/09/verdades.html' title='Verdades'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-3655899839139107835</id><published>2010-09-15T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T20:00:19.866-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas sobre uma garota'/><title type='text'>Pra sempre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TJF8zhIcWUI/AAAAAAAABjM/DPmjHQ4uwE0/s1600/tumblr_l8kigoMsf01qbvt8bo1_500_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TJF8zhIcWUI/AAAAAAAABjM/DPmjHQ4uwE0/s320/tumblr_l8kigoMsf01qbvt8bo1_500_large.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Em que muda a vida de uma pessoa quando ela completa 18 anos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois de muito bater cabeça e ficar com o lápis na mão olhando pro livro de biologia fingindo que estudo cheguei a uma conclusão: nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje e a 12 anos atrás, quando colei grau na alfabetização, continuo sonhando com a mesma coisa, mas&amp;nbsp; aprendi que sonhos exigem esforços necessários que às vezes eu acho não ter, naquela época eu não pensava assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Antigamente eu também ficava com raiva das pessoas, a única diferença é que agora perdoá-las se tonou algo mais difícil. O dia continua tendo 24 horas, mas parece que mesmo eu dormindo quase nada eu nunca tenho tempo suficiente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando eu era menor me apaixonava por um menino diferente a cada dia, mas não amava nenhum de verdade, isso também não mudou. Meus medos continuam os mesmos: as bonecas permanecem trancadas dentro do armário e os banheiros ainda me dão calafrios. Não parei de inventar personagens e escrever histórias até a metade e parar pra começar outras, deixando todas incompletas sempre.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Continuo a mesma criança boba de anos atrás que tem vergona de chorar, aquela que ainda não aprendeu a dançar, que senta na cadeira com a perna levantada, prega chiclete na mesa e diz não pra todo mundo. A que ama animais, computador, bola, video game e agendas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ou seja, sou a mesma pessoa, 18 anos e nenhuma mudança radical , aparência é claro, mas não levando isso em consideração o que faz o meu ser e meus valores caminham comigo desde sempre, acrescidos apenas de uma outra única coisa, algo que aprendi recentemente:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Não importa o quanto aumentamos de tamanho, quantas velas apagamos ou quantos garotos já beijamos, isso não muda nada do que você é por dentro, o que te faz é algo que já esta aí. O que acontece é que como seres humanos somos capaz de aprender e nos adaptar a situações(imagine eu mamando com 18 anos EURI).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas nós, bom, seremos sempre os mesmos de 12 anos atrás quando subimos aquele palco e recebemos o certificado de alfabetizados. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655062669203497275-3655899839139107835?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3655899839139107835/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=3655899839139107835&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/3655899839139107835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/3655899839139107835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/09/pra-sempre.html' title='Pra sempre'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TJF8zhIcWUI/AAAAAAAABjM/DPmjHQ4uwE0/s72-c/tumblr_l8kigoMsf01qbvt8bo1_500_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-7893506603175763246</id><published>2010-09-14T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T18:37:03.737-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>Surpreender</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3371724/zr001_large.jpg?1281779708" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3371724/zr001_large.jpg?1281779708" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Surpreender: só é legal enquanto o surpreendido não é você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655062669203497275-7893506603175763246?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7893506603175763246/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=7893506603175763246&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/7893506603175763246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/7893506603175763246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/09/surpreender.html' title='Surpreender'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-5050212383358487009</id><published>2010-09-13T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T20:18:01.647-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>Let it go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2839707/Save_tonight_by_PollyMass_large.jpg?1278119012" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="194" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2839707/Save_tonight_by_PollyMass_large.jpg?1278119012" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Não se pode seguras as pessoas que amamos com a gente para sempre, amar às vezes significa deixar que a pessoa parta, se é o melhor pra ela que seja então.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Vivendo e aprendendo cada dia uma nova lição. &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/1655062669203497275-5050212383358487009?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5050212383358487009/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=5050212383358487009&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/5050212383358487009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/5050212383358487009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/09/let-it-go.html' title='Let it go'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-7491004476378582722</id><published>2010-09-04T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T18:54:11.897-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagens'/><title type='text'>Poderia ser diferente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3717374/tumblr_l880kikZ1F1qdzqaco1_500_large.jpg?1283600637" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3717374/tumblr_l880kikZ1F1qdzqaco1_500_large.jpg?1283600637" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;As coisas mudam, amigos partem e vida não para por ninguém"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Uma pena isso tudo.&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/1655062669203497275-7491004476378582722?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7491004476378582722/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=7491004476378582722&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/7491004476378582722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/7491004476378582722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/09/poderia-ser-diferente.html' title='Poderia ser diferente'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-8446845158960095490</id><published>2010-08-25T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T19:59:14.870-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copiado'/><title type='text'>Ninguém</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sapato baixo, calça larga e cabelo preso. Esquentou e seus ombros tensos  agradecem. Que cara bonita é essa? Já logo no elevador. Ah, devo ter  dormido bem. Bom dia, bom dia. Olha, você está muito bonita hoje. Um  fala, outro concorda. E pelos corredores, sorrisos dão continuidade aos  elogios. O que é? Que segredo ela guarda? Que novidade é essa? Na  cozinha perguntam: novo amor? No estacionamento perguntam: voltou com  alguém? No restaurante, na hora do almoço: é alguém novo? Cruza com um  namorado antigo “nossa, você tá muito... é o quê? Sexo? A noite toda?  Conta, vai, eu agüento ouvir”. Contar o quê? No espelho, enquanto escova  os dentes, fecha os olhos e sabe pra si o segredo: ninguém. Não gostar  de ninguém. Nada. Nem um restinho de nada. Nem de tudo que acabou e nem  de nada que possa começar. Nada. Pouco importa qualquer outra vida do  mundo. Não é nem pouco, é nada mesmo. Um dia inteiro para achar gostosas  coisas bobas como um pacote de pipoca doce, um tênis pink ou a hora do  banho quente com músicas recém baixadas e o tapetinho vermelho. Um dia  inteiro sem escravidão. O celular, o e-mail, o telefone de casa, o ar, o  interfone, a rua. São o que são e não carrascos que nada dizem e nada  trazem. Um coração calmo, se ocupando de mandar sangue para as horas  felizes de trabalho, estudo, yoga, massagem, dormir, bobeiras, pilates,  comer, rir, cabelo, filmes, comprar, trabalhar mais, ler, amigos . É  isso. Uma agenda enorme que a ocupa de ser ela e não sobra uma linha de  dia pra lamentar existências alheias. Linda, ela segue. Linda e feliz  como nunca. O segredo do espelho, escovando os dentes, sozinha, aperta  os olhos, segura a alma um pouco sem respirar. Segura a pasta pensando  que é um pouco de alma consistente na boca. Não cospe, suporte. Ela pode  finalmente suportar seu peso e não dividir isso nem com o ventinho que  entra pela janela. Nem com o ralo que a espera boquiaberto. A sensação é  a da manhã seguinte que o papai Noel deixava os presentes: não é  mentira, é só um jeito de contar a verdade com algum encantamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tati Bernardi &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/1655062669203497275-8446845158960095490?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8446845158960095490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=8446845158960095490&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/8446845158960095490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/8446845158960095490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/08/ninguem.html' title='Ninguém'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-5275922275651959193</id><published>2010-08-04T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T19:01:23.606-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='músicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>Behind the Clouds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/qzzg1oFSYouy3ipagPwmvGvno1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="312" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/qzzg1oFSYouy3ipagPwmvGvno1_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"Eu ouvi ele dizer que isso vai passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Bons tempos ou tempos ruins, nenhum vai  durar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Behind the Clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Brad  Paisley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655062669203497275-5275922275651959193?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5275922275651959193/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=5275922275651959193&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/5275922275651959193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/5275922275651959193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/08/behind-clouds.html' title='Behind the Clouds'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-3923358120222307739</id><published>2010-08-03T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T19:19:26.382-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copiado'/><title type='text'>Carma é um saco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rlv.zcache.com/i_love_carma_heart_t_shirt-p235181207106265493c1k1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/i_love_carma_heart_t_shirt-p235181207106265493c1k1_400.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Ok, então, às vezes, até mesmo o melhor de  nós toma decisões precipitadas, más decisões. Decisões que bem sabemos  que vamos nos arrepender no momento, num minuto e especialmente na manhã  seguinte. Digo, talvez não se arrepender, arrepender porque, pelo menos  (você sabe) a gente deu a cara ao tapa. Mas... ainda assim... alguma  coisa dentro da gente decide fazer uma coisa louca. Uma coisa que a  gente sabe que provavelmente vai se voltar contra nós e nos pegar  desprevinidos e a gente faz mesmo assim. O que eu tô falando é... nós  colhemos o que plantamos. Aqui se faz, aqui se paga. É carma e, mesmo se  você tentar amenizar... carma é um saco! De uma maneira ou de outra,  nosso carma nos faz encararmos a nós mesmos. Nós podemos encarar nosso  carma nos olhos ou a gente pode esperar que ele venha sorrateiramente e  nos pegue de surpresa. De uma maneira ou de outra, nosso carma sempre  vai nos achar.&amp;nbsp; Eu acho que a gente não pode ficar reclamando do nosso carma. não é que  não seja justo. Nem é inesperado. Apenas... balanceia as coisas. E mesmo  quando a gente tá pra fazer algo que sabemos que vai tentar o carma a  nos pegar de surpresa... bem, nem preciso dizer... a gente faz mesmo  assim."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community?cmm=18950127" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655062669203497275-3923358120222307739?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3923358120222307739/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=3923358120222307739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/3923358120222307739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/3923358120222307739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/08/carma-e-um-saco.html' title='Carma é um saco'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-7254248701836513681</id><published>2010-07-23T16:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T16:52:34.996-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><title type='text'>Pequenos Gestos Bastam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TEoqwmhPgMI/AAAAAAAAA8k/-WvhxSnV2Qk/s1600/cheirando+a+rosa903120.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TEoqwmhPgMI/AAAAAAAAA8k/-WvhxSnV2Qk/s320/cheirando+a+rosa903120.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por que todo mundo fica por aí fazendo o possível e o impossível pra encontrar essa tal felicidade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se eu pudesse dar um palpite diria que tem haver com esse sentimento de descrença nato do ser humano que não o deixa acreditar que coisas pequenas podem fazê-lo feliz, que não é necessário algo grande acontecer para deixá-lo com um sorriso de uma orelha a outra. São as pequenas coisas, as coisas repentinas e que menos esperamos que mais ficam guardadas em nossa lembrança e que produzem as melhores sensações ao nosso corpo, são elas que transpassam a felicidade a nós.&lt;br&gt;Mais é essa busca desesperada atrás do ‘grande acontecimento’ que nos faz esquecer de olhar para trás e ver que a felicidade não saiu de onde sempre esteve desde o início, que ela continua lá e nós é quem nos afastamos, o bom dia que não foi dado ao vizinho, aquele abraço apertado no pai acompanhado com um ‘eu te amo’ sincero, a exitação do nosso cachorrinho que não levamos pra passear, tudo isso perdido, simplesmente por que não tivemos tempo e não nos damos conta que enquanto ficávamos lá bitolados em grandes coisas, pequenos gestos poderiam ter nos tornado imensamente felizes.&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/1655062669203497275-7254248701836513681?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7254248701836513681/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=7254248701836513681&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/7254248701836513681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/7254248701836513681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/07/pequenos-gestos-bastam.html' title='Pequenos Gestos Bastam'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TEoqwmhPgMI/AAAAAAAAA8k/-WvhxSnV2Qk/s72-c/cheirando+a+rosa903120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-334947511102621458</id><published>2010-07-23T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T09:03:20.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>Sempre há uma nova chance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TEm4ev0LhlI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/6f_V0k4u0Y8/s1600/tumblr_l5a3wmaAwR1qbgwqro1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TEm4ev0LhlI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/6f_V0k4u0Y8/s320/tumblr_l5a3wmaAwR1qbgwqro1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community?cmm=104568906"&gt;http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community?cmm=104568906&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Desde que você est&lt;span id="goog_1364281606"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1364281607"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eja vivo sempre&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;haverá uma nova chance de ser  feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community?cmm=104568906"&gt;Natiele Carvalho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655062669203497275-334947511102621458?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/334947511102621458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=334947511102621458&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/334947511102621458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/334947511102621458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/07/sempre-ha-uma-nova-chance.html' title='Sempre há uma nova chance.'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TEm4ev0LhlI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/6f_V0k4u0Y8/s72-c/tumblr_l5a3wmaAwR1qbgwqro1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-1158242772991584069</id><published>2010-07-21T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T10:06:24.537-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>Não Discrimine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bridgmanschools.com/staff/pages/juliebender/images/bully7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" src="http://www.bridgmanschools.com/staff/pages/juliebender/images/bully7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"Quem discrimina o outro incrimina a si mesmo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Natiele Carvalho.&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/1655062669203497275-1158242772991584069?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1158242772991584069/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=1158242772991584069&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/1158242772991584069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/1158242772991584069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/07/quem-discrimina-o-outro-incrimina-si.html' title='Não Discrimine.'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-7118941887364466027</id><published>2010-07-19T18:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T18:43:41.804-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='séries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><title type='text'>Recomeçar Quando Preciso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://allegrobgblog.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/recomeco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://allegrobgblog.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/recomeco.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;"Graças ao calendário, temos novos começos todos  os anos - apenas aguarde por janeiro, nossa recompensa por sobrevivermos  às festas de fim de ano é um Ano Novo. Traga a grande tradição das  resoluções de ano novo, deixe seu passado para trás e comece de novo. É difícil de resistir à oportunidade de um novo começo, uma chance de  enterrar os problemas do ano passado. Quem determina quando o velho  acaba e o novo começa? não é o calendário, não é um aniversário, nem um  ano novo - é um evento. grande ou pequeno, mas algo que nos mude, que de  preferência nos dê esperanças, uma nova maneira de viver e de olhar  para o mundo, se desfazendo de velhos hábitos e memórias. O importante é  nunca deixar de acreditar que possamos ter um novo começo, mas também é  importante lembrar que entre toda a merda há algumas poucas coisas que  valem a pena guardar com a gente."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community?cmm=18950127"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655062669203497275-7118941887364466027?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7118941887364466027/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=7118941887364466027&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/7118941887364466027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/7118941887364466027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/07/recomecar-quando-preciso.html' title='Recomeçar Quando Preciso'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-3102348461297852917</id><published>2010-07-19T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T16:07:55.346-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisinhas'/><title type='text'>Eu Que Fiz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;férias é bom por isso, na última semana de férias parei pra analisar as coisas que eu fiz e resolvi postar aqui duas das que eu mais gostei, uma é a Christina, bonequinha que eu terminei de aprontar hoje e outra é o pano de prato que eu bordei pra minha mãe, espero que vocês gostem *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TETOvwNp--I/AAAAAAAAA8A/y0fLhUcuopU/s1600/PIC00008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="138" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TETOvwNp--I/AAAAAAAAA8A/y0fLhUcuopU/s200/PIC00008.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TE9mk6kkJ0I/AAAAAAAAA9M/fsCzQfgG7X0/s1600/PIC00004+%282%29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TE9mk6kkJ0I/AAAAAAAAA9M/fsCzQfgG7X0/s200/PIC00004+%282%29.JPG" width="148" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655062669203497275-3102348461297852917?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3102348461297852917/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=3102348461297852917&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/3102348461297852917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/3102348461297852917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/07/eu-que-fiz.html' title='Eu Que Fiz!'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TETOvwNp--I/AAAAAAAAA8A/y0fLhUcuopU/s72-c/PIC00008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-5425264244094191865</id><published>2010-07-18T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T18:30:45.390-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><title type='text'>Me Faz Sorrir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TEL6VEP96TI/AAAAAAAAA74/Voa_JHNn2sU/s1600/4610512048_0e61f15e15_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TEL6VEP96TI/AAAAAAAAA74/Voa_JHNn2sU/s320/4610512048_0e61f15e15_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Por: &lt;i&gt;May, Andy e Nati&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Um abraço, um sorriso, um olhar sincero, o cheirinho do lençol da sua mãe , banho de chuva, bolo de chocolate, amizade. O sorriso é fácil , é leve , é simples e lindo . Sorrir é abrir o sol na vida de alguém, é cantar sem ter pra quem , ver a vida como ela é e sorrir pra ela pra dizer que ela é linda. Sorrir pelas vitórias , sorrir pelos fracassos, sorrir por quem já foi, sorrir pra quem ainda está aqui . Sorrir te ajuda a relaxar, da cor ao teu mundo, sorrir muda tudo num segundo. O sorriso é teu aconchego , tua arma secreta . ele está aí contigo , no rosto de um amigo, na brincadeira de uma criança. E mesmo que não haja motivos, não tenha medo, apenas sorria. Sorria das coisas mais simples da vida, o cheiro da sua coberta, pipoca + filme + amigos, abraço de mãe, ciúme de irmão, beijo de pai. Sorrir é sentar e passar horas conversando com quem você gosta,é lembrar da sua infância, é estar em paz, é ter um amigo, resumindo, o sentimento de ser amada o faz sorrir. Ser feliz não é uma missão, trata-se de uma dádiva onde o principal de tudo é o que sente o coração e quem te acompanha no coração, não podemos sorrir sozinhos, e mesmo que estajamos fisicamente sozinhos você vai estar sorrindo lembrando de alguém. Devemos nós mesmos encontrar uma companhia. Precisamos de ajuda. Precisamos de apoio. Caso contrário, como iremos sorrir? Estranhos. Desligados um dos outros. Então, ao invés disso, escolhemos o amor. Escolhemos a vida. E é onde o sorriso desbrocha. As vezes sonhamos alto demais, mas o conto de fadas pode ser levemente diferente do que você sonhou. O castelo, bem, pode nao ser bem um castelo. E nao é tão importante que seja feliz para sempre... Apenas que seja feliz agora.Veja, de vez em quando, muito raramente, as pessoas vão te surpreender e de vez em quando as pessoas vão tirar o seu fôlego e você vai sorrir !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655062669203497275-5425264244094191865?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5425264244094191865/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=5425264244094191865&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/5425264244094191865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/5425264244094191865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/07/me-faz-sorrir.html' title='Me Faz Sorrir'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TEL6VEP96TI/AAAAAAAAA74/Voa_JHNn2sU/s72-c/4610512048_0e61f15e15_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-6384073756392264164</id><published>2010-07-17T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T18:30:53.226-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Desatina Sem Doer? Sei.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2983588/tumblr_l5hhm3R4vk1qcf9boo1_400_large.gif?1279008803" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2983588/tumblr_l5hhm3R4vk1qcf9boo1_400_large.gif?1279008803" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Quem foi que disse que o "amor é dor que desatina sem doer" ? [aa] devia de está brincando o cara --'. Faça-me o favor ! Ou ele tinha uma vida muito bem resolvida, ou era muito cínico, onde já se viu ? "Sem doer" HA HA HA .Tenho outra teoria também sobre o cara, ele não deve ter amado NUNCA; "sem doer", não me faça rir de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Quem já amou sabe que dói e dói muito, seja o relacionamento bem resolvido ou não, tem também os que nem relacionamento tem e também sofrem um bocado : amor não correspondido dói mais ainda, é. U_U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Não tô dizendo que amar é ruim, pelo contrário, é prazeroso, imagine o turbilhão de emoções dentro de uma pessoa que daria a própria vida por quem ama ? É maravilhoso não é? Ter um cúmplice, um companheiro.. mas não adianta, DÓI !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Aparecem as incertezas, aparecem os desafios, aparecem as outras, às vezes se é a outra, enfim, a saudade martiriza antes que a pessoa parta, e é por isso que eu continuo a dizer : DÓI, baita mentiroso quem disse o contrário. hunf !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Porém, não deixe de amar, amar faz bem ao coração, a alma, ao próximo, amar é lindo e perfeito, mas não se iluda, amar dói !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Desatina sem doer" ? 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqRs8Refv88/S8CvjFDhdQI/AAAAAAAAANY/K39O6Yz7gRw/s320/mao+escrevendo%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um livro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TEEiRVFcd1I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/jmyQ3ReOZrs/s1600/4613094135_ae903564dd_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TEEiRVFcd1I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/jmyQ3ReOZrs/s320/4613094135_ae903564dd_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; 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font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Três lembranças de infância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TEEi0DjiWQI/AAAAAAAAA7g/EFD43qvCurY/s1600/%2836%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TEEi0DjiWQI/AAAAAAAAA7g/EFD43qvCurY/s320/%2836%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TEEjAvKGv0I/AAAAAAAAA7o/ee2JNal74qQ/s1600/%2846%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TEEjAvKGv0I/AAAAAAAAA7o/ee2JNal74qQ/s320/%2846%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TEEjIaYLzSI/AAAAAAAAA7w/6u6KM-nVYxw/s1600/%2868%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TEEjIaYLzSI/AAAAAAAAA7w/6u6KM-nVYxw/s320/%2868%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Isso é uma brincadeira que tá rolando pelos blogs, achei legal colocar aqui ;)&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/1655062669203497275-2018372776704333788?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2018372776704333788/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=2018372776704333788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/2018372776704333788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/2018372776704333788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/07/about-me.html' title='About Me ²'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TD4wgPf1l2I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/2ZjnY-dWXK4/s72-c/PIC00032hy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-8628152639045805005</id><published>2010-07-16T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T18:32:12.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feriados'/><title type='text'>Manda o Tédio Embora</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Chegou as férias e o tédio tá dominando você? Nãos sabe o que fazer pra animar essa sua existência no planeta? Tire agora a bunda do sofá -ou não- e comece a jogar. Não existe coisa melhor pra afastar o tédio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TECziryCsTI/AAAAAAAAA6g/4yiSmeYUKhs/s1600/Jogos+de+Tabuleiro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TECziryCsTI/AAAAAAAAA6g/4yiSmeYUKhs/s320/Jogos+de+Tabuleiro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Se você é do tipo 'milhões de amigos' reúna todos em casa no FDS, faça uma merenda gostosa e tire os jogos de tabuleiro do armário, sentem todos no chão e se divirtam jogando muito.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TEC0W1sdNXI/AAAAAAAAA6o/wIDspsVGP2I/s1600/Jogos+de+Cartas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TEC0W1sdNXI/AAAAAAAAA6o/wIDspsVGP2I/s320/Jogos+de+Cartas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Também pode aproveitar pra jogar outro tipos de jogos com a galera quando vocês já tiverem enjoado os tabuleiros, vocês podem apostar nas cartas, são jogos extremamente divertidos e nenhuma partida é igual a outra. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TEC06uM4fYI/AAAAAAAAA6w/ugrL9TNnXY8/s1600/Jogos+em+Grupo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="84" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TEC06uM4fYI/AAAAAAAAA6w/ugrL9TNnXY8/s320/Jogos+em+Grupo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Se você conseguir juntar toda a galera, vocês podem jogar jogos como o futebol, volei ou handebol, são super emocionantes e divertem demais, além é claro de fazer com que vocês perdam umas calorias a mais, como ideia podem formar times e fazerem campeonatos entre si.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TEC1dFTLwjI/AAAAAAAAA64/MUhuv4knYhc/s1600/Jogos+de+Video+Game.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TEC1dFTLwjI/AAAAAAAAA64/MUhuv4knYhc/s320/Jogos+de+Video+Game.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora se você não tem a oportunidade de estar com seus amigos nas férias o melhor a fazer é engajar em jogos do tipo que você possa se divertir sozinho, como os jogos de video-game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TEC16BZdYXI/AAAAAAAAA7A/tHqUsATLFJQ/s1600/Jogos+Online.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="84" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TEC16BZdYXI/AAAAAAAAA7A/tHqUsATLFJQ/s320/Jogos+Online.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Outra dica para os solitários são os jogos online, que mesmo sozinhos podem se divertir com seus amigos virtuais em jogos que são acessados o tempo todo na internet. O que eu mais recomendo é o &lt;a href="http://www.stopots.com.br/"&gt;Stopots&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; que é o jogo de stop online, muito bacana, vale a pena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655062669203497275-8628152639045805005?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8628152639045805005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=8628152639045805005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/8628152639045805005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/8628152639045805005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/07/manda-o-tedio-embora.html' title='Manda o Tédio Embora'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TECziryCsTI/AAAAAAAAA6g/4yiSmeYUKhs/s72-c/Jogos+de+Tabuleiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-4211223185507910339</id><published>2010-07-16T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T18:32:02.867-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selinhos'/><title type='text'>Prêmio Sunshine Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Arb9cvd4jTk/TAvakphn04I/AAAAAAAAC3Q/YCSXn2N_IXg/s1600/sunshine_htm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Arb9cvd4jTk/TAvakphn04I/AAAAAAAAC3Q/YCSXn2N_IXg/s320/sunshine_htm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O selo Prêmio Sunshine Award  destina-se a homenagear, premiar e reconhecer o trabalho de milhares  mantedores de sites e blogs em todo o Brasil. Recebi da &lt;a href="http://incomum-emcomum.blogspot.com/"&gt;Incomum em Comum.&lt;/a&gt; Muito obrigada. Fiquei feliz de verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regras mais que conhecidas : &lt;br /&gt;• Colocar o logo no seu blog  ou no seu post;&lt;br /&gt;• Passar o prêmio para  outros&amp;nbsp; bloggers;&lt;br /&gt;• Incluir o link dos  indicados no post;&lt;br /&gt;• Informar os indicados  sobre o prêmio, deixando comentários em seus blogs;&lt;br /&gt;• E, finalmente,  compartilhar o link com as pessoas de quem você recebeu esse prêmio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vou indicar ninguem, acho que cada um sabe o que merece ganhar, então se voce se acha competente para ter esse selinho pegue-o a vontade. beijos ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&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/1655062669203497275-4211223185507910339?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4211223185507910339/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=4211223185507910339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/4211223185507910339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/4211223185507910339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/06/premio-sunshine-award-o-selo-premio.html' title='Prêmio Sunshine Award'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Arb9cvd4jTk/TAvakphn04I/AAAAAAAAC3Q/YCSXn2N_IXg/s72-c/sunshine_htm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-831655194319727646</id><published>2010-07-13T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T18:31:52.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moda'/><title type='text'>Ao Natural</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Por que ninguém aguenta ir toda semana ao salão de cabeleiros, &lt;strike&gt;nem o bolso&lt;/strike&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Assumir as medeixas como elas são é a tendência de agora, seja cabelo liso, cacheado, black power... o importante é sair com os fios como eles são. Assuma sem medo, mas não deixe de tomar alguns cuidados básicos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;• Hidrate os fios ao menos uma vez na semana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;• Escolhas bons shampoos e condicionadores, adequados pro seu tipo certo de cabelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;• Procure cortar o cabelo periodicamente, evitando assim as incovenienes pontas duplas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;• Evite lavar o cabelo com água quente, isso ajuda a produzir caspas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;• Não pentei o cabelo quando ele estiver molhado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;• Cuidado com o sol, esse vilão danifica muito os cabelos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;•Depois de lavá-los, utilize um produto leave-in que intensifica o     tratamento dos produtos hidratantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Veja algumas famosas que aderiram a essa moda:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TDzpIrr-4DI/AAAAAAAAA48/tVZ8xkno8B8/s1600/Runaway%2002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TDzpIrr-4DI/AAAAAAAAA48/tVZ8xkno8B8/s320/Runaway%2002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Esquerda pra direita: Alexa Chung, Blake&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Liverly, Taylor Swift, Miley Cyrus.&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/1655062669203497275-831655194319727646?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/831655194319727646/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=831655194319727646&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/831655194319727646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/831655194319727646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/07/ao-natural.html' title='Ao Natural'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TDzpIrr-4DI/AAAAAAAAA48/tVZ8xkno8B8/s72-c/Runaway%2002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-3052851134636424847</id><published>2010-07-11T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T18:31:33.421-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comportamento'/><title type='text'>New x Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Meninos mais novos ou mais velhos? Essa é uma dúvida constante na cabeça de muitas garotas. Algumas preferem caras mais experientes, que lhes passem confiança e saibam como lidar com elas, como cuidar delas. Em contrapartida existem as que gostam de meninos da mesma idade que elas, que estão aprendendo juntos o ofício de amar e que na maioria dos casos têm os mesmos gostos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Infelizmente tenho que avisar que nessa postagem não posso dar uma resposta cem por cento certa sobre qual o tipo certo de menino, por que isso é algo pessoal, vai de cada pessoa, depende dos seus gostos, suas necessidades e desejos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Fiz uma tabela mostrando as diferenças que existem entre meninos mais maduros e mais novos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TDp279fcEbI/AAAAAAAAA4U/K8yQ_6Sd5QA/s1600/Captura+de+tela+inteira+11072010+225036.bmp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TDp279fcEbI/AAAAAAAAA4U/K8yQ_6Sd5QA/s400/Captura+de+tela+inteira+11072010+225036.bmp.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TDp3KcedNXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/iJPxwi-rYz0/s1600/Captura+de+tela+inteira+11072010+225046.bmp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TDp3KcedNXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/iJPxwi-rYz0/s400/Captura+de+tela+inteira+11072010+225046.bmp.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TDp3Wyo9bxI/AAAAAAAAA4k/U-fOd_A1SC0/s1600/Captura+de+tela+inteira+11072010+225239.bmp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TDp3Wyo9bxI/AAAAAAAAA4k/U-fOd_A1SC0/s400/Captura+de+tela+inteira+11072010+225239.bmp.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Obs.: essa tabela é meramente hipotética, algumas pessoas podem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt; variar e exceções são coisas comuns, isso é apenas baseado&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;no comportamento geral de cada idade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Por fim o importante é saber que você tem que estar com a pessoa que te dê prazer e que te faça feliz, não importa a idade, nem os gostos, o importante é aproveitar o momento ao lado da pessoa amada, afinal é isso o que todo mundo procura, a idade é apenas um indicador, nada que não possa ser superado com uma boa dose de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655062669203497275-3052851134636424847?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3052851134636424847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=3052851134636424847&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/3052851134636424847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/3052851134636424847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-x-old.html' title='New x Old'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TDp279fcEbI/AAAAAAAAA4U/K8yQ_6Sd5QA/s72-c/Captura+de+tela+inteira+11072010+225036.bmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-5430211126466955504</id><published>2010-07-07T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T18:32:28.168-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>A Droga do Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1043154/4134000152_13ea941a43_large.jpg?1259169148" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1043154/4134000152_13ea941a43_large.jpg?1259169148" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Vamos imaginar que você é convocado a fazer parte de um time de futebol, mas não é exatamente o time que você queria. Você não gosta do jogadores nem como eles jogam, não gosta do jeito que eles correm, o goleiro é uma droga. Até o capitão você considera uma merda e não sente nenhuma responsabilidade de mostrar nada a ele. Só que você não desiste, você não abre mão do time. Você nem ao menos reclama pro técnico ou pede alguma alteração como a retirada de algum jogador, a única coisa que vocêfaz é aparecer em todos os treinos e jogos, e então você joga na sua área, passa a bola, defende no lugar do goleiro e dá as jogadas para a vitória. Você veste a droga do unirforme e luta, por que é a droga do seu time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;É assim que funciona o jogo de ser amigo e um bom jogador nunca abandona seu time.&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/1655062669203497275-5430211126466955504?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5430211126466955504/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=5430211126466955504&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/5430211126466955504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/5430211126466955504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/07/ser-amigo.html' title='A Droga do Time'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-5463800984855752248</id><published>2010-07-07T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T16:58:37.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copiado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas sobre uma garota'/><title type='text'>Writes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2398835/tumblr_ky3r160tLY1qzbh0vo1_400_large.jpg?1275099206" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2398835/tumblr_ky3r160tLY1qzbh0vo1_400_large.jpg?1275099206" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alguém disse uma vez: são as boas garotas que escrevem em diários.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; As  más garotas nunca têm tempo. Eu? Eu apenas quero viver uma vida&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;que irei  lembrar. Mesmo que eu não escreva tudo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;OTH&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/1655062669203497275-5463800984855752248?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5463800984855752248/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=5463800984855752248&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/5463800984855752248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/5463800984855752248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/07/writes.html' title='Writes'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-602071430917984684</id><published>2010-07-05T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T17:33:51.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copiado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><title type='text'>Siga Seu Coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TDJ4gf35QWI/AAAAAAAAA3U/QCPJcXuQ9CY/s1600/tumblr_kvblywrSvP1qaq4k0o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TDJ4gf35QWI/AAAAAAAAA3U/QCPJcXuQ9CY/s320/tumblr_kvblywrSvP1qaq4k0o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Linda menina abra as asas, voe o mais alto que puder,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt; acredite você pode  ir ainda mais alto, feche os olhos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt; imagine-se, nunca olhe para baixo.  Dê a mão ao céu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt; alcance o universo, almeje o infinito, transpasse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt; as  barreiras da realidade e siga seu coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655062669203497275-602071430917984684?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/602071430917984684/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=602071430917984684&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/602071430917984684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/602071430917984684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/07/siga-seu-coracao.html' title='Siga Seu Coração'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TDJ4gf35QWI/AAAAAAAAA3U/QCPJcXuQ9CY/s72-c/tumblr_kvblywrSvP1qaq4k0o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-157762080799911062</id><published>2010-07-04T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T17:51:28.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copiado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><title type='text'>A Solidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Esse é um dos meus textos preferidos da revista Gloss, todo mundo que me conhece sabe, eu sempre leio ele pra pessoas, gosto de compartilhar essas palavras da Adriana Lisboa, hoje resolvi postá-lo aqui e compartilhá-lo com vocês.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TDD-f_alEEI/AAAAAAAAA24/SeAF-FrmUsM/s1600/tumblr_l4x08vrnpt1qbfuduo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TDD-f_alEEI/AAAAAAAAA24/SeAF-FrmUsM/s320/tumblr_l4x08vrnpt1qbfuduo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Minha força está na solidão. Não tenho medo nem de chuvas tempestivas nem de grandes ventanias soltas, pois eu também sou o escuro da noite." Clarice Lispector escreveu isso. Lendo essas palavras, o mais impressionante, porém, não é a idéia de que minha força possa estar na solidão, e sim que eu tenha me acostumado a procurar minha força em toda parte, exceto na solidão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Saia de casa. Vá à festa. Ao bar. Ver gente, dizem. Não sendo possível, existem entorpecentes ao alcance da mão: a televisão solidária, o correio eletrônico em que smiley faces de óculos escuros pesam o mesmo que um parágrafo inteiro, 140 toques para contar como choveu ou como vai a dor de cabeça. Um novo toque no novo celular com uma nova mensagem de texto. Amizades light nos sites de relacionamento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;E a solidão, aquele monstro, fica ali no canto de olhos meio vidrados, se esquecendo de rosnar, a baba imobilizada no canto da boca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas e se a minha força estiver na solidão e eu estiver, por pura tolice, confundindo heróis e vilões?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Afinal, eu também sou o escuro da noite. Eu também dou o que sobra em casa depois que todo mundo saiu e o que sobra na cidade depois que todo mundo foi dormir. Eu também sou isso, o silêncio que existe de dentro pra fora, como algo que se alastra, que transforma até o ruído externo numa coisa sem sentido. Eu também sou eu apenas, eu só. E mais nada nem ninguém, mesmo na esquina mais movimentada da maior cidade do mundo. Também sou o último passageiro do ônibus e a voz que ninguém ouviu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;É preciso grande humildade para coabitar comigo, para não ter medo nem de chuvas tempestivas nem de grandes ventanias soltas, e não camuflá-las com auto-ajuda. Mas só tenho como ser o claro do dia sendo, também, o escuro da noite. Do contrário a minha vida é rasa e os meus sentimentos, pequenas pérolas falsas. Dito de outro modo: só tenho como acompanhar e me fazer acompanhar se descriminalizar em mim a solidão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Adriana Lisboa, Gloss&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&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/1655062669203497275-157762080799911062?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/157762080799911062/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=157762080799911062&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/157762080799911062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/157762080799911062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/07/solidao.html' title='A Solidão'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TDD-f_alEEI/AAAAAAAAA24/SeAF-FrmUsM/s72-c/tumblr_l4x08vrnpt1qbfuduo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-8229398897278784200</id><published>2010-07-03T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T19:57:19.877-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comportamento'/><title type='text'>Até Quando?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CNatiele%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-parent:"";	margin:0cm;	margin-bottom:.0001pt;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:12.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1	{size:595.3pt 841.9pt;	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;	mso-header-margin:35.4pt;	mso-footer-margin:35.4pt;	mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1	{page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TC_33E05nVI/AAAAAAAAA2w/UDbij8pcl5I/s1600/maos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TC_33E05nVI/AAAAAAAAA2w/UDbij8pcl5I/s320/maos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A constante busca por informação, por conhecimento, a tecnologia e a idealizada globalização. Tudo isso acontecendo de uma forma tão rápida, formando essa sociedade ocupada e sem tempo que somos agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Cada minuto analisando algo que não seja ‘evolução’ é tido como perdido. Pessoas construídas, bonecos que vêm em caixas com os seguintes dizeres:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; Pensamentos claros;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Boa aceitação as diferenças;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;- Mente aberta;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;- Boas atitudes&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;- Facilidade em resolver conflitos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;- Pacífico;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;- Justo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Ora, visto só as letras grandes e que eles fazem questão de destacar teríamos aí o perfeito estereotipo do homem moderno perfeito. O ponto é que esquecemos de ler lá embaixo, no rodapé, os dizeres com letras minúsculas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;- Pode apresentar reações diversas como mudança de comportamento em situações que lhes digam respeito, apresentar preconceito diante de gays, lésbicas, negros, brancos, alemães, judeus, católicos, índios..., leve vontade de criar confusões e situações para promover a si próprio e mostrar-se elevado diante das situações. Além é claro, da mais importante, a que faria toda a diferença na hora da compra:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;- Variações no modo de ser justo, às vezes não sente a necessidade de justificar os meios em prol do fim, consegue torcer a verdade a seu favor quase que sempre e com um pouco de audácia costuma fazer justiça com as próprias mãos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;E isso me&amp;nbsp; faz voltar ao ponto inicial desse texto, tanta evolução, tanta tecnologia e ainda assim parece que nossa justiça continua vinculada com Hamurabi e seu código primitivo da Lei de Talião, que dita ‘olho por olho e dente por dente’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Como uma sociedade tão gigante e tão capaz, mentes tão brilhantes, informadas e esclarecidas conseguem olhar pra isso e ainda assim continuarem calados, até quando será efetivo um dos primeiros códigos de leis escritas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Se tudo evolui a justiça também pode. Mas quando?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/1655062669203497275-8229398897278784200?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8229398897278784200/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=8229398897278784200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/8229398897278784200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/8229398897278784200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/07/ate-quando.html' title='Até Quando?'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TC_33E05nVI/AAAAAAAAA2w/UDbij8pcl5I/s72-c/maos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-5578851767706370890</id><published>2010-06-29T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T09:19:23.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='músicas'/><title type='text'>Airplanes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2267450/tumblr_l2hlgcpK4o1qbk1g2o1_400_large.png?1274041912" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2267450/tumblr_l2hlgcpK4o1qbk1g2o1_400_large.png?1274041912" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Podemos fingir que os aviões na escuridão da noite são como estrelas cadentes? Seria muito bom um pedido agora, um pedido agora, um pedido agora, Seria bom um sonho, ou uma Jeanie, ou um pedido. Para voltar para um lugar muito mais simples que esse, porque depois de tanta festa, muita zona e muita bebedeira todo o brilho, glamour e moda. Todo o pandemônio e a loucura. Chega uma hora que tudo fica cinzento E você fica olhando para o telefone no seu colo. Você espera, mas as pessoas nunca te ligam de volta, é assim que a história se desenrola você consegue mais uma mão quando recua e quando os seus planos fracassam na areia, qual seria o seu pedido se pudesse fazer só um? Então, avião, avião, sinto muito pelo atraso, estou a caminho, não feche o portão se eu não conseguir, vou mudar meu vôo e estarei de volta no fim da noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/audio/R0divnMr/BoB_-_Airplanes__feat_Hayley_W.htm"&gt;Download ♫&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.vagalume.com.br/paramore/airplanes-b-o-b-ft-hayley-williams.html"&gt;Letra Completa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655062669203497275-5578851767706370890?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5578851767706370890/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=5578851767706370890&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/5578851767706370890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/5578851767706370890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/06/airplanes.html' title='Airplanes'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-1410573847800393142</id><published>2010-06-09T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T17:54:50.405-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comportamento'/><title type='text'>Corra Sem Medo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TBA18cYMjvI/AAAAAAAAA10/-amF5houUgY/s1600/tumblr_l22gfi3iho1qzabkfo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TBA18cYMjvI/AAAAAAAAA10/-amF5houUgY/s320/tumblr_l22gfi3iho1qzabkfo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Se eu saísse por aí perguntando pra um monte de pessoas qual o motivo de elas não terem dito ainda ao parceiro que o ama, por que não apresentaram ainda seu projeto ao chefe da empresa, ou por que não foram lá foram e gritaram para o mundo o que pensam tenho certeza que a grande parte responderia que foi por que têm medo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;E se por algum acaso eu tivesse a oportunidade de dizer alguma coisa pra eles eu diria que com o passar do tempo o medo e o receio de não ter tomado uma atitude se torna maior do que o medo de ter agido. Por que esse sentimentozinho que estamos falando aqui se alimenta e cresce de você, das suas atitudes, se elas forem fracas e você deixar ele levantar ele sai do canto e te ataca sem dó nem pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Como falou Meredith Grey uma vez: "o saber é melhor que o ponderar, o despertar é melhor que o sonhar, e a maior falha, mesmo o pior erro possível é melhor do que nunca ter tentado nada."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Eu digo, o medo torna sua vida um círculo vicioso onde as vezes em que você deixa de tomar uma atitude é somente a sua vida quem perde. Perde amores, perde amigos, perde tempo, perde dinheiro.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Eu gostaria de pedir uma coisa caridosamente se vocês me dessem licença:&amp;nbsp; tente, aposte, pratique, aja. Tenha medo apenas de não colocar em prática o que deseja. O fato de tomar uma atitude já é meio caminho andado pra uma vitória.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Ficar sem correr por medo de cair não é a solução. Coloque a joelheira e uns band-aids no bolso, se posicione na largada e siga em frente.&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/1655062669203497275-1410573847800393142?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1410573847800393142/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=1410573847800393142&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/1410573847800393142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/1410573847800393142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/06/corra-sem-medo.html' title='Corra Sem Medo'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TBA18cYMjvI/AAAAAAAAA10/-amF5houUgY/s72-c/tumblr_l22gfi3iho1qzabkfo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-182273548977769079</id><published>2010-06-02T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T16:38:33.706-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><title type='text'>Antes da Meia Noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TAbqAYgpuWI/AAAAAAAAA1k/iXcfvy6WvEI/s1600/tumblr_kykiqnswmH1qzjiewo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TAbqAYgpuWI/AAAAAAAAA1k/iXcfvy6WvEI/s320/tumblr_kykiqnswmH1qzjiewo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A realidade pode ser muito cruel, só se intende o quanto quando ela invade a sua vida, o pior é que você imagina que ela nunca vai fazer isso, mas esse dia chega, falo por experiência própria. Quando ela vem, abala muros, distroi estruturas e muda vidas. Porém, mesmo aparentando ser tão ruim a realidade serve como um tapa na cara, aquele empurrão que você precisava pra viver. Às vezes, acordar do conto de fada é necessário, sei disso e espero acordar, agora não, daqui a pouco talvez e eu sinceramente torço pra que seja antes da meia noite, antes que a magia acabe.Antes que seja tarde e o encanto seja quebrado.&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/1655062669203497275-182273548977769079?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/182273548977769079/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=182273548977769079&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/182273548977769079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/182273548977769079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/06/antes-da-meia-noite.html' title='Antes da Meia Noite'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/TAbqAYgpuWI/AAAAAAAAA1k/iXcfvy6WvEI/s72-c/tumblr_kykiqnswmH1qzjiewo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-1000707718351113621</id><published>2010-05-27T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T20:58:11.759-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><title type='text'>À Minha Gangue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Existem tipos de pessoas que marcam pra sempre tua vida, em um determinado momento você vai encontrar 'àqueles' pelos quais você faria tudo, 'àqueles' que mesmo que tudo fizessem você não seria capaz de esquecer.&amp;nbsp;E quando esse momento chegar, levante as mãos para o céu e grite em alto e bom tom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;- OBRIGADA SENHOR, EU TENHO OS MELHORES AMIGOS DO MUNDO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_8-qo6XYhI/AAAAAAAAA00/aCk_IlsKtII/s1600/Party_by_SteelioFOO_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_8-qo6XYhI/AAAAAAAAA00/aCk_IlsKtII/s320/Party_by_SteelioFOO_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sim, amigos de todos os tipos: existe aquela patricinha chata pra crl, que de alguma forma consegue conquistar tudo e a todas com a simpatia dela que surge não sei de onde, existem as normaizinhas que com o tempo se revelam não tão mais normais assim, aquelas do tipo diário, no qual você confia contar tudo, a do tipo confuseira, onde pra ela qualquer coisa é motivo de&amp;nbsp;discussão, existe a do tipo 'de boa' que aceita tudo, não se estressa com nada, existem os que gostam de fazer pirraça e que fazem de tudo pra te irritar e que você coloca na sua lista negra de pessoas que merecem morrer, existem os pegadores que fazem todas se apaixonarem por ele, mas que no fundo é o irmão de todas, os que são fofos e fazem lindas caras e bocas, por fim existem os amigos bêbados, aqueles que quanto mais álcool ingerem melhores ficam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_8_TWHpgXI/AAAAAAAAA08/wRtrYePRLrI/s1600/tumblr_l2d7ziNNau1qbzydi_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_8_TWHpgXI/AAAAAAAAA08/wRtrYePRLrI/s320/tumblr_l2d7ziNNau1qbzydi_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amizade é como um rio, ele nasce de algumas gotinhas d'água que brotam do chão sem explicação nenhuma, pelos motivos menos esperados possíveis, mais no decorrer do percurso as gotas vão se juntando e formando algo sólido &amp;nbsp;que se torna capaz de criar vidas, assim como numa amizade, onde, embora de fato não criem vidas, mais vivem muitas. Assim como o rio pode ser acolhedor ele também pode machucar, não a vida que o habita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; mas os&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;intemperismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; que o ataca, a amizade também age assim, protege. Como o rio ela empurra árvores, derruba casas e alaga territórios que invadem o longo do seu percurso, no entanto depois que passa, ele fertiliza o solo e esquece das destruições, proporciona ao solo o cultivo de novas vidas, o rio assim como as amizades possuem ciclos e percursos &amp;nbsp;e juntos os dois tem a característica de poderem comportar um grande número de seres, de vida, de amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E como um rio, as amizades acabam desaguando sempre juntas, no mesmo lugar, mais cedo ou mais tarde, independente do rumo tomado, às águas se juntam novamente em um só lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Muitos poderiam nos chamar de grupinho ou de clube do não sei o quê, mas eu digo: nós somos uma gangue, por que aqui, matamos e morremos uns pelos outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Texto dedicado a:&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Mayara, Maria Cândida, Ravenna, Jéssica, Giselle, Ruany, João Marcos, Jayrton, Antº Rodrigues, Antº Neto, Maxsuel, Diogo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;ou seja -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt; aos amigos de copo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655062669203497275-1000707718351113621?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1000707718351113621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=1000707718351113621&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/1000707718351113621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/1000707718351113621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/minha-gangue.html' title='À Minha Gangue'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_8-qo6XYhI/AAAAAAAAA00/aCk_IlsKtII/s72-c/Party_by_SteelioFOO_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-8458405311448828032</id><published>2010-05-24T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T19:53:36.811-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><title type='text'>Apenas Um Sonho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Os sonhos são capazes de impulsionar toda uma vida, mesmo parecendo impossíveis de vez em quando, são eles que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;às  vezes&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; te fazem querer continuar. Muitas pessoas têm isso de ficar mudando de sonho toda hora, conseguem uma coisinha aqui e dizem ter realizado um 'sonho', ai começam imaginar no próximo, pra mim não é assim, não concordo que a pessoa denomine &lt;i&gt;metas de vida&lt;/i&gt; com a palavra &lt;i&gt;sonho.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2030100/tumblr_l176h2bHH01qb5ixpo1_400_large.jpg?1271965851" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2030100/tumblr_l176h2bHH01qb5ixpo1_400_large.jpg?1271965851" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Sonho é uma coisa totalmente diferente, existem pessoas que passam a vida inteira em um rotina: quando crianças desejam crescer o mais rápido possível pra se tornarem adolescentes e poderem fazer &lt;strike&gt;quase&lt;/strike&gt; tudo que quiserem, depois ficam adolescentes e percebem que não é assim que a carroça anda e desejam ser um pouco mais velhos, adultas desta vez. Aí comentem logo o maior erro - &lt;i&gt;ou não &lt;/i&gt;- se apaixonam, pensam que estão amando, casam e produzem uma penca de filhos. Percebem que querem logo filhos adolescentes e &lt;i&gt;sonham&lt;/i&gt; que isso chegue logo, por que crianças dão muito trabalho, quando chegam se arrepende e eu nem preciso explicar o por que, depois disso tudo existe outro e outro e mais e mais &lt;i&gt;desejos...&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2300757/tumblr_l2dizlSjdC1qav5hko1_500_large.jpg?1274309077" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2300757/tumblr_l2dizlSjdC1qav5hko1_500_large.jpg?1274309077" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;No meu ver, sonho não é isso, não é algo que se troca quando já se usou bastante,&amp;nbsp; pra mim sonhar é algo mais complexo, algo que dure a vida toda e que só se complete nos 5 minutinhos finais que a gente tem pra se arrepender e se despidir da vida. Ou seja, algo único e que seja difícil de realizar, algo que exija a vida toda pra se concretizar, por que no fundo eu vejo o sonho como o combústivel dela, então me diga, o que eu irei fazer se o combústivel acabar?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;É por isso que eu sonho com a&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; felicidade&lt;/span&gt;, sonho com ela todos os dias e na medida do possível dou o melhor de mim pra que meus últimos 5 minutinhos valham a pena e eu não me arrependa de ter chorado, de ter caído, ter sido pisada, humilhada, derrotada, de ter sofrido e de mesmo assim ter continuado firme e forte com o único propósito, pra que os últimos 5 minutos sejam suficientes e eu consiga dizer: Fui feliz! Realizei meu sonho, meu sonho.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Por que sonhar pouco é viver pouco, então sonho com muito e faço essa vida aqui valer à pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/1655062669203497275-8458405311448828032?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8458405311448828032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=8458405311448828032&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/8458405311448828032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/8458405311448828032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/apenas-um-sonho.html' title='Apenas Um Sonho'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-491559721946866442</id><published>2010-05-24T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T11:50:50.211-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas sobre uma garota'/><title type='text'>There's a Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2351299/tumblr_l1t278UkyW1qbs9aho1_500_large.png?1274719000" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2351299/tumblr_l1t278UkyW1qbs9aho1_500_large.png?1274719000" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Existe uma garota, ela está no meio do túnel, o sol não consegue tocá-la e por isso sua&amp;nbsp; pele é branca como a neve. Essa garota não possui muitos amigos, ela não procura outros, os que tem já bastam. Essa garota costuma ser vista como uma pessoa fria, às pessoas acham às vezes que ela não tem sentimentos e quase sempre a imagina como um muro que não pode ser derrubado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Essa menina é devota das palavras, embora não tenha controle quando as usa. Algumas vezes ela se mostra covarde mas na maior parte do tempo ela é exatamente o oposto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Como qualquer menina possui sonhos, mas agora , nesse exato momento, o túnel no qual ela se encontra não lhe permite lutar por eles. A menina branca adora números, talvez por que são exatos, por que não falham, por que eles cumpre com precisão o que afirmam ser. Ela não gosta de expectativas, não gosta delas por que já foram muito cruéis, agora ela só deixa acontecer, não espera por mais nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A garota é séria, sorri pouco, mas quando o faz é com total naturalidade e sinceridade. Ela não é do tipo que tenta agradar ninguém, faz apenas o que acha ser melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas a garota me contou que algumas coisas mencionadas aí em cima estão erradas, ela me disse que às vezes as pessoas pensam errado, ela me disse que não é fria, disse que é por causa da falta de sol no túnel, ela me falou também que possui sentimentos a diferença é que ainda não encontrou alguém suficientemente&amp;nbsp; importante para compartilhá-los e por fim a garota me disse que o muro está começando a desabar.&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/1655062669203497275-491559721946866442?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/491559721946866442/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=491559721946866442&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/491559721946866442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/491559721946866442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/theres-girl.html' title='There&apos;s a Girl'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-8381041960983290083</id><published>2010-05-23T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T15:08:23.404-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisinhas'/><title type='text'>About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(peguei do blog :&lt;a href="http://maisqueilusoes.blogspot.com/"&gt; mais que ilusões&lt;/a&gt; ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Quem se interessar pode fazer em seu blog.Só para descontrair&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_ml73UhX5I/AAAAAAAAAzc/m8DOvQOd4RI/s1600/l_9f01758fabf046428ec5f5f77a5214c7_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_ml73UhX5I/AAAAAAAAAzc/m8DOvQOd4RI/s320/l_9f01758fabf046428ec5f5f77a5214c7_large.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;COMPLETE:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;- Eu tenho: &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Duas cachorras que eu amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Eu desejo:&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; ser médica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eu odeio: &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;que me chamem de mentirosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;- Eu escuto: &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Avril Lavigne o tempo todo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eu tenho medo de: &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Morrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;- Eu não estou:&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; Apaixonada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;- Eu estou: &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Confusa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eu perco: &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Qualquer coisa que eu precise encontrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Eu preciso: &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;De Roupas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Me dói:&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; Saber que um amigo não confia em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SIM OU NÃO?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tem um diário? &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Gosta de cozinhar? &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Gosta de tempestades?&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; Não ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Há algum segredo que vc não tenha contado à ninguém?&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; Sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Acredita no amor? &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Toma banho todos os dias? &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Quer casar? &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Quer ter filhos? &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;QUAL É?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A frase que mais usa no msn: &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;como estás?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;- Sua banda favorita: &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Avri Lavigne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Seu maior desejo: &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Morar só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OUTRAS PERGUNTAS:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Signo:&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; Virgem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cor dos olhos: &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Castanho médio/claro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Numero favorito: &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;- Dia favorito: &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;qualque sábado&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;- Mês favorito:&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; janeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Estação do ano favorita: &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;verão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Café ou chá:&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; Café s2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;VOCÊ:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tem problemas de auto estima?&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; As vezes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Abriria mão de ficar com alguém muito gato por respeito ao próximo: &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Eu pensava que não ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Iria a uma micareta:&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; Sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cuidaria de amigos bêbados: &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Claro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;- Dá toco sem problema nenhum:&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; Sim ._. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NAS ULTIMAS 24HS VC:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chorou? &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ajudou alguém?&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; Não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ficou doente?&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; Não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Foi ao cinema? &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Não, só na porta rs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Disse “te amo”? &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Escreveu uma carta? &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Falou com alguém? &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Teve uma conversa séria?&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; Sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Perdeu alguém?&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; Não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Abraçou alguém?&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; Não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Brigou com algum parente? &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Brigou com algum amigo? &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ALGUMA VEZ VC PODERIA:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Beijar alguém do mesmo sexo? &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Saltar de paraquedas?&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; Sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cantar em um karaokê? &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Sim, faço isso na escola rs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ser vegetariano?&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; Impossível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Se embebedar? &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Totalmente Possível&amp;nbsp; rs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Roubar uma loja? &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Sim ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Se maquiar em publico?&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Claro.&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/1655062669203497275-8381041960983290083?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8381041960983290083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=8381041960983290083&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/8381041960983290083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/8381041960983290083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/about-me.html' title='About Me'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_ml73UhX5I/AAAAAAAAAzc/m8DOvQOd4RI/s72-c/l_9f01758fabf046428ec5f5f77a5214c7_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-9201696931292492782</id><published>2010-05-23T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T14:30:58.345-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>Just Be Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_mebk9wfMI/AAAAAAAAAzU/INgmmlLApwI/s1600/4448142549_c92366e53b_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_mebk9wfMI/AAAAAAAAAzU/INgmmlLApwI/s320/4448142549_c92366e53b_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Ser feliz não é uma missão, trata-se de uma dádiva onde o principal de tudo é o que sente o coração. &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Natiele Carvalho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655062669203497275-9201696931292492782?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/9201696931292492782/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=9201696931292492782&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/9201696931292492782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/9201696931292492782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-be-happy.html' title='Just Be Happy'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_mebk9wfMI/AAAAAAAAAzU/INgmmlLApwI/s72-c/4448142549_c92366e53b_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-7260902714695367630</id><published>2010-05-23T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T05:57:42.703-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copiado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><title type='text'>Errar, Errar, Aprender...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img535.imageshack.us/img535/6517/31205120885414604203100.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://img535.imageshack.us/img535/6517/31205120885414604203100.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Eu não sei se você se recorda do seu primeiro caderno. Eu me recordo do  meu. Com ele eu aprendi muita coisa. Foi nele que eu descobri que a  experiência dos erros ela é tão importante quanto a experiência dos  acertos. Porque visto de um jeito certo, os erros, eles nos preparam  para nossas vitórias e conquistas futuras, porque não há aprendizado na  vida que não passe pela experiência dos erros. Caderno é uma metáfora da  vida. Quando os erros cometidos eram demais, eu me recordo que a nossa  professora nos sugeria que a gente virasse a página, era um jeito  interessante de descobrir a graça que há nos recomeços, ao virar a  página os erros cometidos deixavam de nos incomodar e a partir deles a  gente seguia um pouco mais crescido". &lt;br /&gt;O caderno nos ensina que erros não precisam ser fontes de  castigos. Erros podem ser fontes de virtudes. Na vida é a mesma coisa, o  erro tem que estar a serviço do aprendizado, ele não tem que ser fonte  de culpas, de vergonhas, nenhum ser humano pode ser verdadeiramente  grande, sem que seja capaz de reconhecer os erros que cometeu na vida.  Uma coisa é a gente se arrepender do que fez, outra coisa é a gente se  sentir culpado. Culpas nos paralisam, arrependimentos não, eles nos  lançam pra frente e nos ajudam a corrigir os erros cometidos.&lt;br /&gt;Deus é semelhante ao caderno, ele nos permite os erros para  que a gente aprenda a fazer do jeito certo. Você tem errado muito? Não  importa, aceite de Deus esta nova página de vida, que tem o nome de  "hoje", recorde-se das lições do seu primeiro caderno. Quando os erros  são demais, vire a página."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Padre Fábio de Mello&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655062669203497275-7260902714695367630?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7260902714695367630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=7260902714695367630&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/7260902714695367630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/7260902714695367630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/errar-errar-aprender.html' title='Errar, Errar, Aprender...'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-8971055820485401891</id><published>2010-05-17T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T22:42:43.066-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copiado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Estúpido Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por: May &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_HgNQ0Y_bI/AAAAAAAAAyE/rUabF0ehmMQ/s1600/29939_117803954921863_114721065230152_94280_6703645_n_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_HgNQ0Y_bI/AAAAAAAAAyE/rUabF0ehmMQ/s320/29939_117803954921863_114721065230152_94280_6703645_n_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Às vezes eu queria que esse sentimento estúpido chamado amor se explodisse, dobrasse a esquina da boa esperança. Que se esvairasse. Estúpido por nos tornar estúpidos, irracionais , bestas, dependentes, maleáveis e facilmente persuadidos. O amor tira o pouco do controle que achamos que temos e nos faz sentir que estamos pela metade e até mesmo VAZIOS! Queria que esse sentimento que me torna devota de suas palavras, dos seus toques, dos seus olhares morresse e que da cova não saísse mais, porque ele não me faz bem. Como alguém tão depedente do outro pode estar bem? Como alguém consegue perdoar cada falha do outro, mesmo não merecendo? E mais, não contente com seu perdão, você ainda mata e morre por ele?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Será mesmo lindo você ser algo filantrópico? Por que eu acho que é isso que o apaixonado é, se doa, se doa e se doa .E mais, adora tapar o sol com a peneira. Esta lá, a verdade escancarada em sua frente, a verdade que te&amp;nbsp;machuca, mas finge que não vê.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Burro, estúpido, idiota. Ferida que dói e não se sente? Amor não é merthiolate meu querido. Vai doer, doer e doer. E a prova de que o amor nos torna tão patéticos é que ao terminar esse texto, continuarei amando.&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/1655062669203497275-8971055820485401891?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8971055820485401891/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=8971055820485401891&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/8971055820485401891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/8971055820485401891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/estupido-amor.html' title='Estúpido Amor'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_HgNQ0Y_bI/AAAAAAAAAyE/rUabF0ehmMQ/s72-c/29939_117803954921863_114721065230152_94280_6703645_n_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-8553949450013819928</id><published>2010-05-16T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T12:36:41.671-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='músicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>Soluções</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/7569/32785087.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/7569/32785087.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Se faltar calor, a gente esquenta, se ficar pequeno, a gente aumenta e se não for possível, a gente tenta."&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/1655062669203497275-8553949450013819928?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8553949450013819928/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=8553949450013819928&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/8553949450013819928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/8553949450013819928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/solucoes.html' title='Soluções'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-4024130019086395176</id><published>2010-05-16T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T10:08:07.984-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='músicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='download'/><title type='text'>O Menino</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzwAdv-XlkM/S_AmPFtpJfI/AAAAAAAAAWE/6HHm1HS4H3A/s1600/455fe45085c4a9f2aef2f766faea64730c12f940_m_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzwAdv-XlkM/S_AmPFtpJfI/AAAAAAAAAWE/6HHm1HS4H3A/s320/455fe45085c4a9f2aef2f766faea64730c12f940_m_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;"Um dia conheci um menino, que tinha um sonho no coração, no&amp;nbsp;rosto as marcas da dor, na voz um canto de amor e&amp;nbsp;uma viola na mão e&amp;nbsp;foi seguindo o seu destino, pra ele era vencer ou vencer.&amp;nbsp;Nem sempre a sorte sorriu.&amp;nbsp;Pedágios pra mais de mil, era pagar pra viver.&amp;nbsp;E o menino chorou, e o menino sorriu.&amp;nbsp;A mão de Deus amparou as vezes que ele caiu. E&amp;nbsp;o menino lutou, e o menino venceu, muito obrigado Senhor, esse menino sou eu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Não queira duvidar de um menino quando ele diz qu vai ser alguém, eu aprendi a lição seguindo o coração querendo ir sempre além.&amp;nbsp;E não se chega lá com mentira, e&amp;nbsp;não se chega lá sem amor,&amp;nbsp;Tem que ralar pra vencer e&amp;nbsp;às vezes até perder pra se fazer vencedor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;E o menino chorou, e o menino sorriu a&amp;nbsp;mão de Deus amparou as vezes que ele caiu.&amp;nbsp;E o menino lutou, e o menino venceu muito obrigado Senhor, esse menino sou eu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.garcianeto.net/2008/03/cezar-e-paulinho.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Donwload&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5-SxrwOiNos"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Vídeo ♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655062669203497275-4024130019086395176?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4024130019086395176/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=4024130019086395176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/4024130019086395176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/4024130019086395176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-menino.html' title='O Menino'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzwAdv-XlkM/S_AmPFtpJfI/AAAAAAAAAWE/6HHm1HS4H3A/s72-c/455fe45085c4a9f2aef2f766faea64730c12f940_m_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-1584647561339115424</id><published>2010-05-16T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T08:39:01.426-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagens'/><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_ARjKvLMhI/AAAAAAAAAxc/0Krfq6l-qWk/s1600/tumblr_l2h566rkHD1qa5cmuo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_ARjKvLMhI/AAAAAAAAAxc/0Krfq6l-qWk/s400/tumblr_l2h566rkHD1qa5cmuo1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655062669203497275-1584647561339115424?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1584647561339115424/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=1584647561339115424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/1584647561339115424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/1584647561339115424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_ARjKvLMhI/AAAAAAAAAxc/0Krfq6l-qWk/s72-c/tumblr_l2h566rkHD1qa5cmuo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-4686440188159164987</id><published>2010-05-15T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T11:18:42.204-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisinhas'/><title type='text'>Destino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S-9CLzxq4hI/AAAAAAAAAw8/e4FgQ_PUCUI/s1600/amor.jpg_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S-9CLzxq4hI/AAAAAAAAAw8/e4FgQ_PUCUI/s320/amor.jpg_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Que o amor participa desde o ínicio da vida de uma pessoa todo mundo já sabe, que ele fica até o fim, até quando a morte intercede também. Mesmo que não correspondido, seja de mãe pra filho, de amigos, não importa, o amor sempre está lá, nunca nos abandona, prova maior é a união das palavras vida e morte, entre elas está o amor, provando mais uma vez, que entre esses dois marcos, ínicio e fim, o amor é quem habita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;VI&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt;TE&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/1655062669203497275-4686440188159164987?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4686440188159164987/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=4686440188159164987&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/4686440188159164987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/4686440188159164987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/destino.html' title='Destino'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S-9CLzxq4hI/AAAAAAAAAw8/e4FgQ_PUCUI/s72-c/amor.jpg_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-2853188210905458236</id><published>2010-05-14T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T15:49:22.914-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copiado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Certezas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S-3TUYr60qI/AAAAAAAAAuU/UDyFZ0kZExg/s1600/MENINA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S-3TUYr60qI/AAAAAAAAAuU/UDyFZ0kZExg/s200/MENINA.jpg" width="171" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S-3TSaWi62I/AAAAAAAAAuM/LPe8FytV6nc/s1600/La+espera.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S-3TSaWi62I/AAAAAAAAAuM/LPe8FytV6nc/s200/La+espera.jpg" width="155" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Não quero alguém que morra de amor por mim… Só preciso de alguém que viva por mim, que queira estar junto de mim, me  abraçando. Não exijo que esse alguém me ame como eu o amo, quero apenas que me ame, não me importando com que intensidade. Não tenho a pretensão de que todas as pessoas que gosto, gostem de mim… Nem que eu faça a falta que elas me fazem, o importante pra mim é saber  que eu, em algum momento, fui insubstituível… E que esse momento será inesquecível..&lt;br /&gt;Só quero que meu sentimento seja valorizado.Quero sempre poder ter um sorriso estampando em meu rosto, mesmo quando a  situação não for muito alegre… E que esse meu sorriso consiga transmitir paz para os que estiverem ao  meu redor. Quero poder fechar meus olhos e imaginar alguém… e poder ter a absoluta certeza de que esse alguém também pensa em mim  quando fecha os olhos, que faço falta quando não estou por perto. Queria ter a certeza de que apesar de minhas renúncias e loucuras, alguém me valoriza pelo que sou, não pelo que tenho… Que me veja como um ser humano completo, que abusa demais dos bons sentimentos que a vida lhe proporciona, que dê valor ao que realmente importa, que é meu sentimento… e não brinque com ele. E que esse alguém me peça para que eu nunca mude, para que eu nunca cresça, para que eu seja sempre eu mesmo. Não quero brigar com o mundo, mas se um dia isso acontecer, quero ter forças suficientes para mostrar a ele que o amor existe… Que ele é superior ao ódio e ao rancor, e que não existe vitória sem  humildade e paz. Quero poder acreditar que mesmo se hoje eu fracassar, amanhã será outro  dia, e se eu não desistir dos meus sonhos e propósitos, talvez obterei êxito e serei plenamente feliz. Que eu nunca deixe minha esperança ser abalada por palavras pessimistas… Que a esperança nunca me pareça um “não” que a gente teima em maquiá-lo  de verde e entendê-lo como “sim”. Quero poder ter a liberdade de dizer o que sinto a uma pessoa, de poder dizer a alguém o quanto ele é especial e importante pra mim, sem ter de me preocupar com terceiros…Sem correr o risco de ferir uma ou mais pessoas com esse sentimento. Quero, um dia, poder dizer às pessoas que nada foi em vão…Que o amor existe, que vale a pena se doar às amizades e às pessoas, que a vida é bela sim, e que eu sempre dei o melhor de mim…e que valeu a pena."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mário Quintana&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/1655062669203497275-2853188210905458236?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2853188210905458236/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=2853188210905458236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/2853188210905458236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/2853188210905458236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/certezas.html' title='Certezas'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S-3TUYr60qI/AAAAAAAAAuU/UDyFZ0kZExg/s72-c/MENINA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-7015206707099761993</id><published>2010-05-12T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T16:35:52.691-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><title type='text'>Sometimes Dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CNatiele%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CNatiele%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_editdata.mso" rel="Edit-Time-Data"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face	{font-family:Verdana;	panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4;	mso-font-charset:0;	mso-generic-font-family:swiss;	mso-font-pitch:variable;	mso-font-signature:-1593833729 1073750107 16 0 415 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-parent:"";	margin:0cm;	margin-bottom:.0001pt;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:12.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}p	{mso-margin-top-alt:auto;	margin-right:0cm;	mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;	margin-left:0cm;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:12.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1	{size:595.3pt 841.9pt;	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;	mso-header-margin:35.4pt;	mso-footer-margin:35.4pt;	mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1	{page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Na calada da noite, quando nos encontramos sozinhos e nossos desvaneios viajam sem sensura em nossas cabeças, revelações e dúvidas impossíveis sugem dentro de nós, é nela que descobrimos nossos medos e limitações.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Fantasiamos coisas que desejamos e elaboramos planos para conseguirmos, depois ficamos num frenesi, desfrutando da conquista em nossos próprios pensamentos. Mas o ponto é: você teria coragem de fazer isso no claro do dia, olhando para as faces das pessoas prontas para te atacarem e te ferirem com palvaras e críticas afiadas?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;A questão é que quando fazemos algo anonimamente estamos sendo 100% nós, difente do que se possa imaginar, mostrar o rosto e deixar-se identificar no meio da multidão como autor de alguma peripécia pode às vezes ser visto como um tipo de máscara. Fazer algo cara a cara, sem nenhuma proteção, como a escuridão, não é necessariamente ser algo totalmente verdadeiro, parece contraditório, mas não é.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Isso por um motivo simples, muito simples: quando as pessoas não sabem quem voce é, elas não criam espectativas sobre seu comportamenteo. E você não se deixa influenciar pelos pensamentos delas. O claro do dia permite que os outros te moldem, do contrário a escuridão permite que você se solte, te permite que sejas apenas você mesmo, sem esse recheio minuncioso e cheio de princípios que colocaram em cima de ti.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Gritar sem medo de pertubar o vizinho, ser egoísta e egocêntrico ao menos no que diz respeito a aliviar sua própria dor, abdicar de pretenções e clichês, ser algo que esconde-se nas suas próprias entrelinhas cotidianas. Diferente desse habitual cheio de limitações e regras,&amp;nbsp; desse aparamento de pontas e cantos que podem ferir, a escuridão permite mais liberdade e levura nas suas ações.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;O que eu vou fazer agora? Apagar a luz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S-s5e1GMtKI/AAAAAAAAAs8/S5JlzzbS_As/s1600/a+vela+apagada.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S-s5e1GMtKI/AAAAAAAAAs8/S5JlzzbS_As/s320/a+vela+apagada.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655062669203497275-7015206707099761993?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7015206707099761993/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=7015206707099761993&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/7015206707099761993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/7015206707099761993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/sometimes-dark.html' title='Sometimes Dark'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S-s5e1GMtKI/AAAAAAAAAs8/S5JlzzbS_As/s72-c/a+vela+apagada.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-2254727825591091073</id><published>2010-05-12T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T16:12:01.905-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selinhos'/><title type='text'>Outro rs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Ganhei dois selinhos nessa semana, vou colocá-los em uma única postagem:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S-sz_Obz78I/AAAAAAAAAss/uzqg3-zNB6s/s1600/selo+%3DD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S-sz_Obz78I/AAAAAAAAAss/uzqg3-zNB6s/s320/selo+%3DD.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S-s0Zuxtm_I/AAAAAAAAAs0/aP15MeKsRyg/s1600/o-mundo-magico-da-infancia-428350-755.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="143" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S-s0Zuxtm_I/AAAAAAAAAs0/aP15MeKsRyg/s200/o-mundo-magico-da-infancia-428350-755.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;O &lt;i&gt;dardos&lt;/i&gt; e o &lt;i&gt;o que é mágico pra você, &lt;/i&gt;que no caso tem que ser respondido com uma imagem, a minha, como podem ver: é mágico o amor com diferenças, independente de come seja, amar o próximo é mágico,&amp;nbsp; sempre foi e sempre vai ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;As indicações: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sinta-o-amor.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sinta o amor&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gabecandido.blogspot.com/"&gt;Escadaria Para Lugar Nenhum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muitocontraditoria.blogspot.com/"&gt;Muito Contraditória&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;OBRIGADA PELOS SELINHOS s2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;E POR CAUSA DISSO EU VOU FAZER UM ESPECIAL AQUI, VAI TER DE TUUUUUUUUUUUUUDO, espero que gostem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S-YByKZyo8I/AAAAAAAAArU/Yu-zb7PRjzk/s1600/mae_filha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S-YByKZyo8I/AAAAAAAAArU/Yu-zb7PRjzk/s320/mae_filha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Borboleta do meu jardim, estrela do meu céu, luz na escuridão, palavra de conforto na angústia, única&amp;nbsp;que te espera depois que todo mundo vai embora... Comparações feitas em vão para definir o tamanho da importância desse ser de nomeação tão pequena: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;MÃE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Você que sempre esteve comigo, segurou minha mão enquanto eu dava meus primeiros passos, me incentivou as dizer minhas primeiras palavras e em troca eu disse &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;mamãe&lt;/span&gt;, segurou minha mão e não me deixou cair, quando cai, sentiu minhas dores e chorou comigo por elas, esteve o tempo todo aqui comigo Me apoiou em tudo que poderia ser bom pra mim.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Existem várias pessoas na vida de uma pessoa, cada uma têm uma importância merecida, uma atenção dada e elas também te dão algo em troca de vez em quando, mas a única pessoa que te dar algo e sente como se estivesse ganhando um presente é você &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;mãe&lt;/span&gt;. De todas as pessoas você é a mais especial, a que eu mais amo e que mais vou amar por toda minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A melhor pessoa, melhor amiga, confidente, conselheira e tudo de maravilhoso que se possa imaginar, essa pessoa é você. Eu te amo &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;mãe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Poemas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S-YDkDj42-I/AAAAAAAAArc/d1Gu5V6UBHY/s1600/M%C3%A3e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S-YDkDj42-I/AAAAAAAAArc/d1Gu5V6UBHY/s200/M%C3%A3e.jpg" width="145" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Passado e futuro &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Sempre fostes mãe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sempre fostes mãe &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Quando a desonrei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;No claro e no escuro &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Quando a maltratei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sempre fostes mãe &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Quando a difamei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Alegria e discórdia &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;E tão lindo amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sempre fostes mãe &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Incondicional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Saúde e doença &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Que supera a dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sempre fostes mãe &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Bem que vence o mal&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Entre prantos e sorrisos &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Agradecimentos &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Entre facadas e abraços &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;À progenitora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Mãe, deixará o seu vestígio &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Minha geradora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Pois, sem fim é o nosso laço &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Pelo comprometimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Entre prantos e sorrisos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Entre facadas e abraços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Mãe, deixará o seu vestígio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Pois, sem fim é o nosso laço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;autor desconhecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Historicamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Teve a sua origem no princípio do século  XX, quando uma jovem norte-americana, Anna Jarvis, perdeu sua mãe e  entrou em completa depressão. Preocupadas com aquele sofrimento, algumas  amigas tiveram a ideia de perpetuar a memória da mãe de Annie com uma  festa. Annie quis que a homenagem fosse estendida a todas as mães, vivas  ou mortas. Em pouco tempo, a comemoração e consequentemente o Dia  das Mães se alastrou por todos os Estados Unidos e, em 1914, sua data  foi oficializada pelo presidente Woodrow Wilson: dia 9 de Maio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;No Brasil, em 1932, o então presidente Getúlio Vargas oficializou a data no segundo domingo de  maio.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S-YJcl7LRwI/AAAAAAAAArk/NDaQBe97VxY/s1600/maeefilhoo2xm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S-YJcl7LRwI/AAAAAAAAArk/NDaQBe97VxY/s400/maeefilhoo2xm.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pra ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;"Mãe, hoje eu descobri que eu cresci, é que de repente eu me vi, tão sozinho na estrada, mãe, hoje eu precisei de você, eu não sabia o que fazer, me vi, de mãos atadas, mãe, o que é que a gente faz, quando o sucesso não traz a paz, que a gente procura, mãe, hoje aqui sozinho eu rezei, aqui no meu cantinho eu chorei e chorando fiz uma jura, juro que a partir de hoje vou fazer meu tempo, vou ficar mais, perto do teu sentimento, vou ficar mais perto mãe do teu amor, juro não deixar jamais a ainha ambição falar tão mais alto que meu coração, se minha riqueza mãe, é o teu amor. Mãe, me dá teu colo, mãe, mulher que adoro, mãe, se existo devo a ti meu respirar, mãe, tão puro amor de mãe, que às vezes não me vem palavras pra expressar. mãe, pra ti conjugo o verbo amar. Mãe, teu conselho me orienta, teu carinho me alimenta. Da paz, do amor, da esperança mãe, hoje eu sou um homem eu sei, mas as vezes que eu chorei, não passei de uma criança... Pra ti conjugo o verbo amar."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SnMJp4yxmm4"&gt;Vídeo ♫&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/audio/e7MLTNw5/Rick_e_Renner_-_Me.htm"&gt;Download ♫&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S-YPMnzO6wI/AAAAAAAAArs/1W2NKQj80L8/s1600/mae-e-filho1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S-YPMnzO6wI/AAAAAAAAArs/1W2NKQj80L8/s400/mae-e-filho1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;E isso foi o que eu pude fazer, queria poder dar mais, mostrar o quanto uma mãe é especial, o quanto essa pessoa é importante na vida de uma pessoa, queria palavras pra poder explicar o tamanho do amor, queria, mais não as tenho, pois esse amor é tão grande que palavras, por mais belas que sejam não serão capazes de descrever o que essa frase quer dizer, mais ainda assim a digo: &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;MÃE, EU TE AMO DEMAIS ♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S-YPRiHYTKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/TuOcAXmecVM/s1600/maes.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S-YPRiHYTKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/TuOcAXmecVM/s320/maes.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655062669203497275-6469505449858424492?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6469505449858424492/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=6469505449858424492&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/6469505449858424492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/6469505449858424492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/especial-das-maes.html' title='Especial das Mães'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S-YByKZyo8I/AAAAAAAAArU/Yu-zb7PRjzk/s72-c/mae_filha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-1473921456151369539</id><published>2010-05-06T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:35:10.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selinhos'/><title type='text'>Mais Um</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;wee* ganhei outro selinho, agora do &lt;a href="http://vagalnerdkawai.blogspot.com/%20"&gt;Vagal Nerd Kawail&lt;/a&gt;, sim, muito obrigada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S-KZMM6oIYI/AAAAAAAAArM/kBvFpK-8kTs/s1600/selo+%3DD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S-KZMM6oIYI/AAAAAAAAArM/kBvFpK-8kTs/s320/selo+%3DD.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e de acordo com as tradições, lá vão as indicações:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://desfilandoamoda.blogspot.com/"&gt;desfilando moda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://laura-brum.blogspot.com/"&gt;bem vindo&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(o blog da Laura)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://heywasabi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hey, Wasabi!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;OMG! OMG! SAIU O PRIMEIRO TRAILER DO DESFECHO DA SAGA DO BRUXO MAIS AMADO DO MUNDO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S-IQaO74bmI/AAAAAAAAAqs/Ncyhc8hxCZc/s1600/fan_poster_reliquias_da_morte_by_vinvasconcelos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S-IQaO74bmI/AAAAAAAAAqs/Ncyhc8hxCZc/s320/fan_poster_reliquias_da_morte_by_vinvasconcelos.jpg" width="229" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sim, o primeiro trailer do filme do bruxinho já está disponível e mostra como promete a primeira parte do fim da saga de Harry Potter, Hermione Ganger e Rony Weasley. Os três bruxinhos vão lutar para destruir o Lord das Trevas, Voldemort e estabelecer a paz no mundo bruxo. Se você leu o livro e assistiu aos filmes anteriores sabe que a coisa por Hogwarts não anda muito bem, Dombledore dead :/ e agora Harry e seus amigos tem de fazer de tudo para salvar o mundo bruxo que corre perigo iminente por causa do vilão Voldemort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Além disso promete muita emoção, diversos personagens irão morrer, muitas coisas serão reveladas, o passado de Voldemort e de Domblemdore serão mostrados, ou seja o filme promete muito, enquanto isso ficamos com esse trailer emocionante:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ddpTSCcA81U&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ddpTSCcA81U&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655062669203497275-4968124567482892178?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4968124567482892178/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=4968124567482892178&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/4968124567482892178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/4968124567482892178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/harry-potter-e-as-reliquias-da-morte.html' title='Harry Potter e as Relíquias da Morte'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S-IQaO74bmI/AAAAAAAAAqs/Ncyhc8hxCZc/s72-c/fan_poster_reliquias_da_morte_by_vinvasconcelos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-1431023054366327465</id><published>2010-05-04T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T19:47:10.850-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comportamento'/><title type='text'>I'll Gonna Win</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S-DcGY5usJI/AAAAAAAAAqM/BpOwyy8GSaA/s1600/vencedor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S-DcGY5usJI/AAAAAAAAAqM/BpOwyy8GSaA/s320/vencedor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Um dia, em uma tarde, quando você menos esperar a &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;resposabilidade &lt;/span&gt;bate na sua janela. Ela vem aos poucos, sorrateiramente, de vez em quando você tem alguém pra te avisar que ela está vindo, mais você só vai acreditar nela de fato quando as duas estiverem cara a cara. Nesse momento você vai se sentir &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;confusa&lt;/span&gt;, se for daquele tipo de pessoa que leva os cinco estágios de luto a sério (sim, por que ter responsabilidade é estar de luto o tempo todo ), passará pela fase da &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;negação&lt;/span&gt;, vai tentar se esconder, fingir que ela não veio te avisar que você tem que fazer algo da vida, que tem que tomar decisões, ser alguém. E às vezes negar de mais pode ser uma má escolha, uma&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; escolha sem volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Ser responsável tem haver com tomar &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;decisões&lt;/span&gt; bastante difíceis, tem haver com abdicar de coisas menos importantes por objetivos maiores. Significa em outras palavras deixar de fazer coisas que você gosta e começar a fazer coisas que serão importantes pra você no futuro.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Sim! o almeijado futuro, aquela luz no fim do túnel que todos dizem existir e que desde que você nasceu foi instruído a lutar pra encontrá-la. Uma pena é que pra se tornar responsável você tem de crescer e isso minha amiga dói bastante, depois do primeiro beijo, o primeiro sutiã, pronto! Não tem mais volta, você está destinado a crescer, se tornar adulta e pior: &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;responsável.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Aí vem as&amp;nbsp; dúvidas:&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; o que&lt;/span&gt; eu quero ser da vida? &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Como &lt;/span&gt;fazer pra ser algo? &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quem &lt;/span&gt;vai pagar minhas contas? &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Onde &lt;/span&gt;eu quero estar? &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cadê &lt;/span&gt;meu amor que nunca vem? Onde está a diversão e a coisa boa de ser maior de idade? Cadê as festas? O que eu faço?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;E elas só vão aumentando, a cada instante e se você não for forte o bastante você despenca, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;cai&lt;/span&gt;. Tem dificuldades de levantar, de encarar a vida de frente e fazer algo por ela, o medo se alastra por você e a única coisa que sente vontade é de ficar parada no tempo, no meio termo, sem ter que voltar e nem ter que ir a lugar nenhum, o medo de fracassar é que move todas essas dúvidas, todos essas angústias e contra o medo de fracassar, contra esse eu não posso escrever aqui, por que &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;também estou com medo&lt;/span&gt;. Muito medo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Mais a única coisa que posso fazer é &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;tentar lutar,&lt;/span&gt; tentar ter coragem de acordar e dizer para o dia que me aguente, que vou fazer de tudo pra ser uma boa pessoa, pra garantir meu futuro, vou fazer de tudo pra manter o monstro do fracasso ali no canto, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;imóvel&lt;/span&gt; e eu sei, que se eu fizer pensando em algo que gosto, algo que valha à pena meu esforço eu consiguirei afastar ele. Por algum tempo ele vai tentar voltar, mais só vai depender de mim deixar e digo: &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;estou dispostar a colocá-lo no lugar dele&lt;/span&gt;. Quer vir a luta comigo?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Só uma pergunta: qual o caminho certo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655062669203497275-1431023054366327465?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1431023054366327465/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=1431023054366327465&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/1431023054366327465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/1431023054366327465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/ill-gonna-win.html' title='I&apos;ll Gonna Win'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S-DcGY5usJI/AAAAAAAAAqM/BpOwyy8GSaA/s72-c/vencedor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-8818008136423091591</id><published>2010-05-03T19:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T19:11:59.854-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copiado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>Frases</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9-CYetg0QI/AAAAAAAAAqE/EbYjJn4SC10/s1600/6aa2a36bae6183354ff092e42cd0266fa8fc14e8.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9-CYetg0QI/AAAAAAAAAqE/EbYjJn4SC10/s320/6aa2a36bae6183354ff092e42cd0266fa8fc14e8.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Liberdade é pouco. O que eu desejo ainda não tem nome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;Clarice  Lispector &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655062669203497275-8818008136423091591?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8818008136423091591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=8818008136423091591&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/8818008136423091591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/8818008136423091591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/frases.html' title='Frases'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9-CYetg0QI/AAAAAAAAAqE/EbYjJn4SC10/s72-c/6aa2a36bae6183354ff092e42cd0266fa8fc14e8.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-1653164228454830231</id><published>2010-05-03T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T18:39:37.563-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='músicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copiado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='download'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Love Is Not a Fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9957SNtSRI/AAAAAAAAApk/aZsF0WGEPWU/s1600/28alzly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9957SNtSRI/AAAAAAAAApk/aZsF0WGEPWU/s320/28alzly.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Amor não é um lugar, para ir e vir quando quisermos, é uma casa que entramos, e nos comprometemos a nunca partir, então feche a porta atrás de você, jogue a chave fora , trabalharemos  nisto juntos, deixe que nos leve a ajoelhar. O  amor é um abrigo numa tempestade furiosa. O amor é  paz no meio de uma guerra. Se nós tentarmos partir&amp;nbsp; que  Deus envie anjos para guardar a porta. Não, o amor não é uma luta, mas é algo que vale a pena lutar. Para alguns amor é uma palavra que eles podem descansar. Mas  quando dá tudo errado é difícil manter a&amp;nbsp; palavra. O amor virá nos salvar se nós, simplesmente, o chamarmos. Ele  não nos pedirá nada, mas exige tudo de nós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;música tema do filme: À Prova de Fogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/audio/2nBI_C2n/Fireproof_-_Love_Is_Not_A_Figh.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;download ♫&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K7rojeDLJF4"&gt;trailer &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655062669203497275-1653164228454830231?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1653164228454830231/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=1653164228454830231&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/1653164228454830231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/1653164228454830231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/love-is-not-fight.html' title='Love Is Not a Fight'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9957SNtSRI/AAAAAAAAApk/aZsF0WGEPWU/s72-c/28alzly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-3343683686389506356</id><published>2010-05-03T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T18:20:50.460-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moda'/><title type='text'>Watches</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Esses pequenos ( ou grandes ) acessórios são esenciais no look femino, além de deixarem a aparência mais bonita servem para nos mantermos informadas do tempo e não nos deixar atrasadas rs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Agora, você sabe como combinar o relógio com o seu look? Aprenda agora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S992RJab8jI/AAAAAAAAApc/H8_jrFCeNxM/s1600/asdfsadgfsdga5-500500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S992RJab8jI/AAAAAAAAApc/H8_jrFCeNxM/s400/asdfsadgfsdga5-500500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Braço correto: &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;existem pessoas que falam que o relógio tem que ficar no braço contrário ao que se escreve por isso a maioria escolhe o esquerdo, mais isso não tem nada haver, a verdade é que você tem que se importar mais é com o conforto, ou seja, o braço que você quiser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O relógio certo: &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;quando for compor seu look, preste mais atenção aos detalhes, ou seja, se for usar uma roupa com muito brilho e detalhes opite por um relógio mais discreto, se você é baixinha nem pensar em peças muito exageradas, pode não ficar muito legal, agora se você é alta, abuse dos tamanhos exagerados. Porém se for baixinha e usar um salto alto ou for do tipo estilosa que usa roupas descoladas pode até apostar em modelos maiores sem medo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O mais usado: &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;compre um prateado, aço ou ouro branco. Já que prata e cores claras estão nos looks mais usados e belos, sejam eles esportes ou de ocasiões mais formais. Se você tivesse um relógio dourado, por exemplo, não poderia combinar com um look esporte, ficaria estranho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A moda: &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;assim como o guarda-roupa masculino está em alta, usar relógios que os homens usam também vem com tudo, você ja deve até ter notado um aumento no tamanho dos relógios femininos que antigamente costumavam ser bem delicados e pequenos, discretos de certa forma. O relógios de tamanho grande e que apontem para modelos masculinos vieram pra ficar e sem contar que deixam o braço super sexy, esperando o que? Compre o seu!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1655062669203497275-3343683686389506356?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3343683686389506356/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=3343683686389506356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/3343683686389506356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/3343683686389506356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/watches.html' title='Watches'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S992RJab8jI/AAAAAAAAApc/H8_jrFCeNxM/s72-c/asdfsadgfsdga5-500500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-2473464375767460482</id><published>2010-05-03T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T09:39:34.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>A Menina do Vietnã</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S977AgelE_I/AAAAAAAAAo8/97qG0HsHSdQ/s1600/att3309326.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S977AgelE_I/AAAAAAAAAo8/97qG0HsHSdQ/s320/att3309326.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Ignorância é o bicho."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;breve explicação dessa fotografia:&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; Em oito de junho de 1972, um avião norte-americano bombardeou a  população de Trang Bang com napalm.  Com sua roupa em chamas, a menina de nove anos corria em meio ao povo  desesperado e no momento, que suas roupas tinham sido consumidas, o fotógrafo Nic Ut registou a famosa imagem.&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/1655062669203497275-2473464375767460482?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2473464375767460482/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=2473464375767460482&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/2473464375767460482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/2473464375767460482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/menina-do-vietna.html' title='A Menina do Vietnã'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S977AgelE_I/AAAAAAAAAo8/97qG0HsHSdQ/s72-c/att3309326.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-593213172333232521</id><published>2010-05-02T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T17:12:44.625-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copiado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><title type='text'>No more Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;"eu tenho um tia que sempre que ia te servir, ela  dizia "fala quando tá bom" e, claro, a gente nunca falava. e a gente não  fala isso porque assim tem a possibilidade de ter mais. mais tequila,  mais amor, mais qualquer coisa. mais é melhor. tem uma coisa a ser dita  sobre o copo meio cheio. sobre saber quando falar quando tá bom. eu acho  que é uma linha variável. um barômetro de necessidade e desejo. é uma  coisa completamente individual. e depende do que tá sendo servido. às  vezes, tudo que queremos é dar uma provadinha. outras vezes, nunca é  suficiente, o copo é sem fundo. e tudo o que queremos é mais e mais!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S94UhciP5mI/AAAAAAAAAo0/5wVmDX55g64/s1600/tabasco-tequila-tasting-copyright-500433.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S94UhciP5mI/AAAAAAAAAo0/5wVmDX55g64/s320/tabasco-tequila-tasting-copyright-500433.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;"more tequila,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;more love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;more anything" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1432635786"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community?cmm=18950127"&gt;Grey's Anatomy.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008484; font-size: small;"&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/1655062669203497275-593213172333232521?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/593213172333232521/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=593213172333232521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/593213172333232521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/593213172333232521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-more-tears.html' title='No more Tears'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S94UhciP5mI/AAAAAAAAAo0/5wVmDX55g64/s72-c/tabasco-tequila-tasting-copyright-500433.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-5828201683940342585</id><published>2010-05-02T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T16:50:15.719-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copiado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feriados'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hojé é...'/><title type='text'>Trabalhador</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: small;"&gt;01 - O5 - 2O1O* &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; DIA DO TRABALHADOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;post referente ao dia O1 - O5 -2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;só o fiz hoje,por não ter conseguido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; feito na data certa. sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="TixyyLink" style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline" id="Hist.C3.B3ria"&gt;Historicamente:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S94PosqFpiI/AAAAAAAAAoM/kFpiA8_puSs/s1600/52822.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S94PosqFpiI/AAAAAAAAAoM/kFpiA8_puSs/s320/52822.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Em 1886,  realizou-se uma manifestação de trabalhadores nas ruas de Chicago  nos Estados Unidos da  América. Essa manifestação tinha como finalidade reivindicar a redução da  jornada de trabalho para 8 horas diárias e teve a participação de  milhares de pessoas. Nesse dia teve início uma greve geral nos EUA.  A polícia abriu então fogo sobre a multidão, matando doze pessoas e  ferindo dezenas. Estes acontecimentos passaram a ser conhecidos como a Revolta de Haymarket. Três anos mais tarde foi decidido por proposta de Raymond Lavigne  convocar anualmente uma manifestação com o objectivo de lutar pelas 8  horas de trabalho diário. A data escolhida foi o 1º de Maio, como  homenagem às lutas sindicais de Chicago. Em 23 de Abril de 1919 o senado francês  ratifica o dia de 8 horas e proclama o dia 1 de Maio desse ano dia  feriado. Em 1920  a Rússia  adota o 1º de Maio como feriado nacional, e este exemplo é seguido por  muitos outros países. Apesar de até hoje os estadunidenses se negarem a  reconhecer essa data como sendo o Dia do Trabalhador, em 1890 a luta dos  trabalhadores estadunidenses conseguiu que o Congresso aprovasse que a  jornada de trabalho fosse reduzida de 16 para 8 horas diárias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Bom e esse post é só mesmo pra parabenizar todos os trabalhadores do Brasil e do mundo, que se não fossem por eles nossa casa, nossa comida, nossa sobrevivência não existiria. Parabéns trabalhadores! wii* ( okay, isso saiu gay u_u ) rs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline" id="Hist.C3.B3ria"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&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/1655062669203497275-5828201683940342585?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5828201683940342585/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=5828201683940342585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/5828201683940342585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/5828201683940342585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/trabalhador.html' title='Trabalhador'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S94PosqFpiI/AAAAAAAAAoM/kFpiA8_puSs/s72-c/52822.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-7628145790764039750</id><published>2010-05-02T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T16:32:14.357-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>plante amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S94LFVZeqaI/AAAAAAAAAn8/elfzaRjzWv4/s1600/flor-coracao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S94LFVZeqaI/AAAAAAAAAn8/elfzaRjzWv4/s320/flor-coracao.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Você colhe o que planta. Plante com cuidado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Natiele Carvalho&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/1655062669203497275-7628145790764039750?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7628145790764039750/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=7628145790764039750&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/7628145790764039750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/7628145790764039750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/plante-amor.html' title='plante amor'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S94LFVZeqaI/AAAAAAAAAn8/elfzaRjzWv4/s72-c/flor-coracao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-2722687563827581039</id><published>2010-04-30T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T10:45:43.761-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Poemas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9sXHoor3HI/AAAAAAAAAm0/w8EEozOFFO8/s1600/se065.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9sXHoor3HI/AAAAAAAAAm0/w8EEozOFFO8/s320/se065.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;"Te quero só por querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Sem ter um motivo coerente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Te querer e não te ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;É estar sozinho no meio da gente"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Natiele Carvalho &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/1655062669203497275-2722687563827581039?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2722687563827581039/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=2722687563827581039&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/2722687563827581039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/2722687563827581039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/04/poemas.html' title='Poemas'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9sXHoor3HI/AAAAAAAAAm0/w8EEozOFFO8/s72-c/se065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-8597723905164515033</id><published>2010-04-29T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T14:40:40.621-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Ich Liebe Dich</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9n7hs-PX2I/AAAAAAAAAms/Ow5nhCCUJVA/s1600/asdfsadgfsdga3-700350.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9n7hs-PX2I/AAAAAAAAAms/Ow5nhCCUJVA/s400/asdfsadgfsdga3-700350.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Quando sua &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;pele roça na minha&lt;/span&gt; e o seu cheiro me toma sinto-me tão bem. Quando você fala&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; palavras carinhosas no meu ouvido&lt;/span&gt; o mundo pára pra mim, por que é só a sua voz que eu quero ouvir e quando você segura a minha mão e me guia por aí eu me sinto segura, tão segura que não importa para onde estamos indo, somente importa que estou com você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Sinto essas coisas que não sei dizer, são sentimentos tão lindos. Olhar nos teus olhos me dá confiança e me faz querer você. Quere-lo de um modo tão inexplicável e tão compulsivos que às vezes fico imaginando se isso pode até ser perigoso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Quero ficar com você, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;quero estar com você agora e toda &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;, quero poder dizer pra todos o quanto te amo e o quanto és importante para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quero que eles saibam que quando penso na coisa mais linda do mundo é seu rosto que vejo, é sua voz que escuto e seu cheiro que sinto. Quero dizer também que quando me beijas eu me sinto elevada, a mulher mais sortuda. E novamente o mundo pára pra mim, quando nossos lábis se unem o mundo pára pra nós. E isso eu não posso explicar, não sei d&lt;/span&gt;izer o que acontece depois, não tenho palavras na ponta da caneta pra definir como é isso, posso apenas dizer que é &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; Daquele tipo de tirar o folego, daqueles que poetas passaram a vida toda tentando descrever e não obtiveram sucesso, amor do tipo que só quem sente sabe. Por isso a única coisa que importa é: &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;eu sei, eu sinto, eu te quero, eu te amo&lt;/span&gt;. Você é meu vício e você me contagia. Isso é tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;"Eu te quero mais que tudo, eu preciso do teu beijo, eu te entrego minha vida pra você fazer o que quiser de mim só quero ouvir você dizer que sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;." &lt;/span&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/1655062669203497275-8597723905164515033?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8597723905164515033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=8597723905164515033&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/8597723905164515033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/8597723905164515033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/04/ich-liebe-dich.html' title='Ich Liebe Dich'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9n7hs-PX2I/AAAAAAAAAms/Ow5nhCCUJVA/s72-c/asdfsadgfsdga3-700350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-2425177581152722251</id><published>2010-04-28T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T10:46:30.759-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comportamento'/><title type='text'>Triologia Sem Futuro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9jJ77kXfmI/AAAAAAAAAl0/EnTlBX-oNR0/s1600/cuidado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9jJ77kXfmI/AAAAAAAAAl0/EnTlBX-oNR0/s200/cuidado.jpg" width="195" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;S&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; você acabou de abrir esse post e àquela sua amiga que gosta do carinha, àquele carinha sabe, que faz suas pernas tremerem? Isso! Feche a página AGORA! Você não vai querer deixar ela perceber que você se indentifica com a postagem né?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Deus ó livre! q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Já expulsou a amiga do quarto?&amp;nbsp; Então vamos ao post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Calma, calma! Não precisa ficar toda triste só porque gosta do mesmo guri que sua &lt;strike&gt;melhor&lt;/strike&gt; amiga. Isso é o que acontece com 98,9 % das adolescentes. Sim, você não é a ÚNICA pessoa do mundo que fez algo pra merecer isso não. u_u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Nada de ficar se lamentando por que isso foi acontecer com você não. Isso é normal /fato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Se o que aconteceu foi o contrário, você descobriu que sua BFF estava afim do seu peguete, relaxe, a coitada não tem &lt;strike&gt;muita&lt;/strike&gt; culpa disso.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9jOpLCiGnI/AAAAAAAAAl8/5ckoIa8W3uw/s1600/triangulo-amoroso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9jOpLCiGnI/AAAAAAAAAl8/5ckoIa8W3uw/s320/triangulo-amoroso.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Agora vamos as resoluções dos casos &lt;strike&gt;catastróficos&lt;/strike&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não para de pensar no fica da sua amiga ?&lt;/span&gt; mais tem medo de ficar com ele, por que pode perder a amizade dela? Só depende de você, o que deve fazer é simples: coloca na balança o gato, lindo, gostoso e fofo e do outro lado a amiga fofa, companheira, que faz de tudo pra te ver feliz e pesa tudo. Pro lado que pender você vai. Agora seja fiel, nada de ir pro lado da amiga e toda vez que vê o lindo ficar se jogando pra cima dele, se tomou uma decisão, seja fiel a ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O namorada da BFF é um cachorro &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;e é só a coitada virar as costas que ele começa a se jogar pra cima de você, e é claro que como ele é liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiindo você fica meio bolada e bem que daria uns pegas nele? Nesse caso não tem jeito também, balance os bonequinhos e decidade-se. Agora fique esperta, o garoto se joga pra cima de VOCÊ nas costas da sua amiga, ou se joga pra cima da GERAL nas costas da coitada? Fique atenta, vale a pena escolher o boy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A sua &lt;strike&gt;p*&lt;/strike&gt; BFF tá pegando seu ex &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;e você, por que não tem certeza ainda se sente alguma coisa por ele fica &lt;strike&gt;meio&lt;/strike&gt; completamente enciumada por isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e fica se sentindo traída por perder seu &lt;strike&gt;EX&lt;/strike&gt;-namorado? Esse ai é facil e tem que ser resolvido logo ( se sua amiga for daquele tipo romântica pare de ler o post e corra até ela ), antes que a BFF se apaixone pelo carinha e o negócio F$#@* de vez. Fale pra ela que você ainda tem dúvidas e que é melhor pelo menos por enquanto ela se manter distante do baby. Se ela persistir converse novamente e caso você não tenha corrido o suficiente e a menina já está apaixonada, tente aceitar a situação e não fique muito íntima do casal, quando a relação deles acabar &lt;strike&gt;logo&lt;/strike&gt;,&amp;nbsp; você pode a voltar a ser a BFF dela e até, talvez pegar o carinha denovo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Seu namorado cachorro da em cima da best &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;na cara de pau? Não sabe o que fazer? Fale com os dois UM DE CADA VEZ É CLARO! Diga o que está pensando, imponha limites sem fazer &lt;strike&gt;muito&lt;/strike&gt; drama rs. Nesses momentos é importante &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;saber atuar&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, conversar e expor suas ideias para eles. Àaaaaaaas vezes é a postura da menina que permite que o menino se jogue pra cima dela, maaaaaaaaaas também existe os meninos que se jogam em cima das meninas pelo simples fato de isso pertencer a natureza gostosa e viciante deles. Fique de olho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Você e o namorado da BFF se apaixonaram &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;um pelo outro, como fas? Simples, abram o jogo com a amiga &lt;strike&gt;sofredora&lt;/strike&gt;. Procurem ela, e expliquem a situação, evitem é claro entrar em detalhes do tipo a primeira vez que ficaram ou coisa do tipo, a coitada pode entrar em choque ao saber a quanto tempo vem recebendo galhas. Diga apenas que perceberam que se gostam um do outro e que o gato quer terminar o namoro pra não haver &lt;strike&gt;mais&lt;/strike&gt; traição na relação de vocês. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Dito isso, só volte na casa da sofredora uma semana depois, quando os olhos dela estiverem desinchados de tanto chorar e ela esteja desidratada o suficiente pra não matar você :)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt; q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E essas são minha dicas &lt;strike&gt;in&lt;/strike&gt;fáliveis para resolver esse tipo de problema entre sua best, o namorado e você. &lt;strike&gt;Não&lt;/strike&gt; pense duas vezes antes de por em prática ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9jUbP26r3I/AAAAAAAAAmE/pJDysZxTJR4/s1600/0,,22965841-EXH,00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9jUbP26r3I/AAAAAAAAAmE/pJDysZxTJR4/s320/0,,22965841-EXH,00.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;agora se vocês tem uma relação TOTALMENTE aberta, apesar de ser proibida no brasil e tudo mais, aproveite a bigamia KKK e siga o exemplo da Aline ai, que é feliz com seus dois namorados. No seu caso, o gato é feliz com as duas namoradas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;xoxo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655062669203497275-2425177581152722251?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2425177581152722251/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=2425177581152722251&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/2425177581152722251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/2425177581152722251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/04/triologia-sem-futuro.html' title='Triologia Sem Futuro'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9jJ77kXfmI/AAAAAAAAAl0/EnTlBX-oNR0/s72-c/cuidado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-6030313546821580100</id><published>2010-04-28T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T16:38:11.107-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Bate Papo Sobre Sexo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Hoje na escola o assunto foi sexo, então eu  pensei: nada melhor do que fazer um post sobre isso u_u. Juntei uma  turma de &lt;strike&gt;in&lt;/strike&gt;experiêntes e nos pomos a conversar, falamos  sobre as dúvidas, curiosidades e alguns tabus que ainda existem a  conversa deu nisso aí embaixo, ler e depois me diz o que achou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9jF5YP5jlI/AAAAAAAAAls/og9T6l-IQ2c/s320/OgAAAGOmzmVvnXqEx4A3h-V-TC0ZbGmA0Me_3JurcVtomr3VriRrSm5r1HAcZD_5ERm101hrwaZEKkeVcQqpN1O0VU0Am1T1UKLhb9PhGLPMYtfGfepMlOxOmtmx.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;Natiele&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #a851ff; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;;"&gt;Pronto!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f10f03;"&gt;Gab !&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ea0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;oi Debi.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;Natiele&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #a851ff; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;;"&gt;agora  a gente pode começar, todo mundo entendeu como é né?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pedro K:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;começamos  com as garotas dando seus depoimentos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lidy&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp; :&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;falar  de sexo?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Debi&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #0170de; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;orra&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;Natiele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #a851ff; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;;"&gt;Pedro quer só saber né? kk q&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pedro K:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;MKSAMAKMSAKA  só sei falar de mão NNNNNN&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;Natiele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #a851ff; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;;"&gt;ó, pq  tipo, hoje na minha escola a gente começou a falar sobre um monte de  coisas e tipo, ficamos perguntando sobre mastubação e talz, quem ja  tinha feito&lt;br /&gt;ai surgiu um monte de duvidas e talz ai decidi fazer a postagem pra resolver as dúvidas - ou não kkk&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #a851ff; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; Pedro K:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;masturbação,  sempre rola essa conversa MKSAMSAKSAM&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lidy&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp; :&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;Que  tipo de dúvidas?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pedro K:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;por  que para homem é mais normal? MKSAMKASMKSASM&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pedro K:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;quando  eu falo de masturbação, as gurias fazem cara feia&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Debi &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #0170de; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;é q&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lidy&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp; :&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;Simples  uai, porque a sociedade é machista. Esse pudor é imposto às meninas  desde que nascem.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Debi &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #0170de; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;AIIARIARIARI&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f10f03;"&gt;Gab!&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ea0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;sempre é assim&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;Natiele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #a851ff; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;;"&gt;poisé,  acho que é mais fácil um menino adimitir que faz do que uma menina,  talvez realmente por causa do marchismo ainda impregnado na sociedade&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; Pedro K:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;Ah  mais a guria não tem que repreender, falar que é coisa de tarado e pá, é  normal MSAKSMKMSA&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lidy&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp; :&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;Eu  acho normal, é uma forma de saciar os desejos naquele momento.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #0170de; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lidy&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp; :&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;Os  sexólogos até definem a masturbação como auto-conhecimento.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;Natiele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #a851ff; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;;"&gt;poisé,  eu li isso u_u&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; Pedro K:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;Eu  me conheço bem então MSAKMSAKSAMKSAMKSAMSAKSAM &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #0170de; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; Pedro K:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;eu  acho que ainda é dificil uma guria falar de sexo de forma despojada,  sempre ficam timidas e pá&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; Pedro K:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;sendo  que é uma coisa normal, que um dia ela irá fazer e sepá gostar né&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Debi &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #0170de; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;nem são todas que são  assim pedro&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pedro K:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;É  verdade, você não é né Debi MKSAMAKMKAMSAKMSAKSAMKSAMKSAM qn&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;Natiele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #a851ff; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;;"&gt;concordo,  mais os meninos também não ajudam muito de vez em quando, hoje na  escola quando a gente tava conversando, eles tinham medo de perguntar ás  coisas pra gente, ai a nós não falávamos também. u_u&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Debi &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #0170de; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;né, tem isso&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lidy&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;A  coisa é, umas pessoas amadurecem e outras não, por isso umas conseguem  se expressar sobre assuntos delicados.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; Pedro K:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;eu  pergunto mesmo u-u, a guria tem que ser madura e responder.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ϟ'&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;Natiele&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #a851ff; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;;"&gt;meu  amigos &lt;strike&gt;não&lt;/strike&gt; são maduros então&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;q&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Debi &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #0170de; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;kkkkkkkk&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #f10f03;"&gt;Gab!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ea0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;concordo, é questão de amadurecimento. Nem todo mundo amadurece no mesmo tempo. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Debi &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #0170de; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;2 na Nati q&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; Pedro K:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;gurias  amadurecem antes :/ &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ϟ'&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;Natiele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #a851ff; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;;"&gt;verdade Pedro r u_u&amp;nbsp; - qs&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pedro K:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;enquanto  vocês estão falando de namoro, sexo e pá, a gente tá zuando sobre  namoro, sexo e pá MKASMKAMSKMAKSMAKSM q&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Debi &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #0170de; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;acho que o unico menino  que eu já conheci que fala de sexo direitinho é o Pedro&amp;nbsp; q&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; Pedro K:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;AEEEEEEEEE,  sou demais MKSAMKSAMKSAMKMSAKSA&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;ou não, sei lá &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;Natiele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #a851ff; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;;"&gt;+ 1 Debi &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; e tem uns meninos que banalizam o negócio também,  pensam que não é importante conversar, tirar as duvidas, slá&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Debi &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #0170de; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;AIRIARIAIRIARIAIRIARIAIRIARI&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pedro K:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;eu  acho muito idiota guri achar que só homem tem que saber e conversar  sobre sexo u-u, tipo a relação é feita pelo casal né&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lidy&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;O  mais engraçado é, se uma garota dá, ela é piranha. Se um garoto come,  ele é o cara &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pedro K:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;o  guri tem que saber o que a guria acha, o que pensa e pá SAMASKSAKSAMKSAMSAK  verdade baixinha&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Debi &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #0170de; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;concordo Lidy &lt;img alt="an1" class="bigimg" src="file:///C:/Users/Natiele/Documents/Os%20Meus%20Registos/abril%202010/Images/MsgPlus_Img4534.png" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;Natiele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #a851ff; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;;"&gt;verdade Lidy, outro ponto também que faz com que as meninas se reprimam mais&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lidy&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;com  certeza.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #f10f03;"&gt;CB!&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ea0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;é verdade Lidy&lt;img alt="hm*" src="file:///C:/Users/Natiele/Documents/Os%20Meus%20Registos/abril%202010/Images/MsgPlus_Img0770.png" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;Pedro K:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;isso  eu acho que nunca vai acabar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lidy&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;Quando  na verdade , todo mundo tem desejos sexuais meu povo, que é isso. Quem  nunca teve vontade de fazer sexo que atire a primeira pedra &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f10f03;"&gt;Gab!&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ea0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;até uma freira tem, ter desejos não é pecado  man. q&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;Natiele&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #a851ff; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;;"&gt;~  guardando minha pedrinha no bolso ~&amp;nbsp; KAOKSOKAOSKOAKSOKAO q&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;Natiele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #a851ff; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;;"&gt;sim, e  desejos são saudaveis, até pro cerebro faz bem ( leiam o post sobre &lt;a href="http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/search/label/sexo"&gt;fantasias sexuais&lt;/a&gt; ) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #0170de; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;Pedro K: &lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; sexo  é saudavel, faz bem, emagrece, deixa a pessoa bem humorada, só coisa  boa&lt;br /&gt;quer dizer, se o sexo for bom MSAKMKSAM&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Debi &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #0170de; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;emagrece q&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #a851ff; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lidy&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;Sexo  é natural. Mais cedo ou mais tarde todos vão fazer. Esse tabu todo é  pura hipocrisia.&lt;br /&gt;Quais as dúvidas?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #f10f03;"&gt;Gab!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ea0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;agora é diferente ter vontade de fazer sexo e  ser promíscuo, talvez a promíscuidade faça do sexo, isso tudo que  algumas pessoas falam e pá&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #0170de; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;Pedro &amp;nbsp; : &lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;eu  acho engraçado tipo primeira transa para um guri é algo mó normal, tipo  tem uns que acham nada demais, e para guria é mó cuidado, mó importante.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;Natiele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #a851ff; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;;"&gt;Tinha  umas meninas que tavam perguntando como masturba o_o&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; kk&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;Pedro K:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;SKAMKSMKMKSAMSAKSAMKSA  como?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;nunca viram pornô haha&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lidy&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;Deve  ser porque guris não sentem dor.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;Pedro K:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;mas  as gurias também não sente, tipo só no começo, depois é prazer&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lidy&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;A  masturbação feminina acontece por meio do estímulo do clitóris.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ϟ'&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;Natiele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #a851ff; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;;"&gt;mais  sentem dor sim,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;é esse o maior medo na maioria das vezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poisé Stifler, eu respondi isso e disse também que é  uma coisa que é que nem beijo, você ja nasce sabendo, não tem muito o  que ensinar&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; kkkk&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #0170de; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;Pedro K:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;A  masculina é entre sua fiel companheira mão e o pênis MKASMKSAKASMKSAM&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lidy&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;Tipo Pedro, a primeira vez dói sim. Mas isso pode variar. Algumas sentem  dor do começo ao fim, em outras, a dor passa depois de um tempo.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;Pedro K:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;mas  se ela se sentir segura com o namorado/ficante sei lá o que, ela relaxa  e a dor vai ser algo natural.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lidy&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;Mas  aí, cabe ao cara passar essa segurança;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #0170de; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;Pedro K:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;É,  acho que por isso a guria tende a escolher bem&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ϟ'&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;Natiele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #a851ff; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;;"&gt;díficil  é relaxar na primeira vez&amp;nbsp; u_u q&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;Pedro K:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;na  minha primeira vez, eu fiquei mais nervoso com a guria, euri  MKSAMKAMASKMASKSAMS&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lidy&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;Na  minha primeira vez, eu fiquei normal, eu acho. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Debi &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #0170de; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;que isso q&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lidy&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;Q&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ϟ'&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;Natiele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #a851ff; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;;"&gt;e  também não existe só masturbação com estimulo no clitóris né? tem menina  que pega em outras partes, nos seios por exemplo.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Debi &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #0170de; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;pegar nos seios só da uma  sensação boa, mas prazer não, é como acariciar outras partes do corpo,  pra mim&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Debi &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #0170de; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;só que os mamilos são mais  sensíveis qq&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ϟ'&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;Natiele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #a851ff; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;;"&gt;mais  já é meio que considerado como um estimulo Debi e se for outra pessoa  pegando excita sim, mastubarção mútua por exemplo.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;Pedro K:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;sabiam  que mamilo de homem tambem é sensivel? poax, minha irmã fica apertando  u_u q&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Debi &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #0170de; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;eu nem sabia&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;q&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ϟ'&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;Natiele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #a851ff; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;;"&gt;vou  colocar isso lá Pedro, você falando do seu peito sensível apertado&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;q&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Debi &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #0170de; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;AIRIARIARI, ADORO&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;Pedro K:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;nenhum  guri curte mano MSAKMSAKASMKSAMSAK&lt;br /&gt;mas é velho MKASMKSSM&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #0170de; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ϟ'&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;Natiele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #a851ff; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;;"&gt;Ó, os  meninos também ficam ai todos se importando com o tamanho do P* né?  pq?&amp;nbsp; tipo, pra algumas meninas isso não é problema &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;Pedro K:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;claro  que é, tipo as gurias FALAM que não, mas o tamanho importa sim.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ϟ'&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;Natiele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #a851ff; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;;"&gt;é  mais uma coisa da cabeça dos muleques mesmo &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Debi &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #0170de; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;concordo sao&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lidy&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;Isso  é questão de natureza. Os animais costumam tirar vantagem de algumas  características. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;Pedro K:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;velho,  vocês vão fazer sexo com um guri que tem 4 cm?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; q &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ϟ'&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;Natiele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #a851ff; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;;"&gt;grande  demais é até ruim na primeira vez&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;Pedro K:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;tem  que ter um tamanho ideal MKSAMSAKSAMKSAMSAKSA nem 8 nem 80&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ϟ'&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;Natiele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #a851ff; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;;"&gt;sim,  mais tipo é um problema que os meninos enfrentam isso que eu to tentando  dizer u_u&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #a851ff; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;Pedro K:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;é  tenso isso mesmo. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #a851ff; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lidy&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;Pedro,  sabia que é necessário 3 cm para satisfazer a mulher.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #a851ff; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lidy&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;De  acordo com estudos, o tal ponto G fica a 3, 4 cm da entrada da vagina,  então..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Debi &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #0170de; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;já tinha ouvido falar  nisso Lidy &lt;img alt="hm/" src="file:///C:/Users/Natiele/Documents/Os%20Meus%20Registos/abril%202010/Images/MsgPlus_Img1827.png" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pedro K&amp;nbsp; :&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;nada  de guri com 2 cm então q &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ϟ'&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;Natiele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff7f24;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #a851ff; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;bom  saber isso&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Debi &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #0170de; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;2 cm é tenso&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #0170de; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #0170de; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #0170de; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #0170de; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #a851ff; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #a851ff; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #a851ff; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" style="color: #3d85c6; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&amp;nbsp;[...]&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;É claro que a conversa continuou, rolaram muitas brincadeiras como você pode ver, mais o papo foi sério e as dúvidas que esclarecemos são as que geralmente passam pela cabeça de um adolescente. E mostramos também que sexo é um assunto que pode sim ser tratado com espontâneidade sem tirar a seriedade do assunto. Obrigada.&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;th style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #0170de; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #a851ff; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #a851ff; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="color: #a851ff; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655062669203497275-6030313546821580100?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6030313546821580100/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=6030313546821580100&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/6030313546821580100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/6030313546821580100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/04/bate-papo-sobre-sexo.html' title='Bate Papo Sobre Sexo'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9jF5YP5jlI/AAAAAAAAAls/og9T6l-IQ2c/s72-c/OgAAAGOmzmVvnXqEx4A3h-V-TC0ZbGmA0Me_3JurcVtomr3VriRrSm5r1HAcZD_5ERm101hrwaZEKkeVcQqpN1O0VU0Am1T1UKLhb9PhGLPMYtfGfepMlOxOmtmx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-4352983675394212219</id><published>2010-04-27T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T11:47:41.430-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>Frases</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9eH6G_8wjI/AAAAAAAAAkg/mHGzZaOQD5o/s1600/OgAAAHQwZdAt6_H26rYmxwR3DGLOzKiFkG3I3UmWrTOWqh5rWs9Qjymav-cVycipKbSgluFW-HVmMRkWHwi7EzJ4ZzMAm1T1UABUjMTOQOecsY6n6N37jiTkYWQJ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9eH6G_8wjI/AAAAAAAAAkg/mHGzZaOQD5o/s320/OgAAAHQwZdAt6_H26rYmxwR3DGLOzKiFkG3I3UmWrTOWqh5rWs9Qjymav-cVycipKbSgluFW-HVmMRkWHwi7EzJ4ZzMAm1T1UABUjMTOQOecsY6n6N37jiTkYWQJ.jpg" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O amigo: um ser que a vida não explica, que só se vai ao ver outro nascer e o espelho de minha alma multiplica...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;Vinicius  de Moraes&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/1655062669203497275-4352983675394212219?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4352983675394212219/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=4352983675394212219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/4352983675394212219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/4352983675394212219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/04/frases_27.html' title='Frases'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9eH6G_8wjI/AAAAAAAAAkg/mHGzZaOQD5o/s72-c/OgAAAHQwZdAt6_H26rYmxwR3DGLOzKiFkG3I3UmWrTOWqh5rWs9Qjymav-cVycipKbSgluFW-HVmMRkWHwi7EzJ4ZzMAm1T1UABUjMTOQOecsY6n6N37jiTkYWQJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-4093422438829557313</id><published>2010-04-26T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T15:31:20.655-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copiado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisinhas'/><title type='text'>Frases</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9Y7LvfcDoI/AAAAAAAAAjY/yCYGvkwpt10/s1600/2902968.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9Y7LvfcDoI/AAAAAAAAAjY/yCYGvkwpt10/s320/2902968.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Eu escrevo como se fosse para salvar a vida de alguém. Provavelmente a  minha própria vida."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Clarice Lispector)&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/1655062669203497275-4093422438829557313?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4093422438829557313/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=4093422438829557313&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/4093422438829557313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/4093422438829557313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/04/frases.html' title='Frases'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9Y7LvfcDoI/AAAAAAAAAjY/yCYGvkwpt10/s72-c/2902968.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-7998407304051602634</id><published>2010-04-26T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T14:47:26.557-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copiado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><title type='text'>Just Live Your Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9Y2QKNZBSI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/AqDj2luEMe8/s1600/vhjghghg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9Y2QKNZBSI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/AqDj2luEMe8/s400/vhjghghg.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #6aa84f; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por: Desconhecido&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não é somente o que eu sou. É o que eu  faço, o que eu uso, o que eu escolho, o que eu desprezo. É tudo aquilo  que me completa. Aja do jeito que você julgar melhor, faça aquilo que  lhe convir, que eu farei o que achar necessário. Ou é oito ou oitenta.  Ou você ama, ou você odeia, nada de meio termo. Ou quente ou frio. Nada  de morno, nada de monótono. A vida é curta, e deve ser feita de emoções.  Faça-me ouvir, faça-me falar. Faça-me sentir, nem que seja um assopro  de leve, ou até mesmo uma bofetada no rosto.&amp;nbsp; Mate-me na  faca, me mate no tiro, mas não me deixe no tédio, não me deixe no vazio.  Aponte o dedo, coloque a cara, fale o que você pensar. Indique meus  defeitos, são eles que me diferenciam dos outros, são eles que me fazem  ser quem eu sou. As qualidades&amp;nbsp; somente oculta o que se  esconde por trás, são os defeitos&amp;nbsp; que revelam o que eu  realmente sinto, o que realmente penso. Não receie em acusar. Não receie  em me criticar. Mas se lembre, é apenas sua opnião.Não se faça de  covarde, mas não se perca nas palavras. Realize os sonhos. Esqueça o  passado, e se entregue ao presente. Planeje o seu futuro. As coisas  andam depressa. As pessoas entram e saem das nossas vidas, e temos que  aprender a dizer adeus. Deixe a pessoa amada ir, você não é dono dela, e  ela não pertence a você. Se surpreenda, se inove, mude, reaja, relaxe,  aproveite, chore, ria, bata, apanhe, ligue, esnobe, pule, grite, corra,  pense, console, apenas &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;VIVA&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Achei esse texto na rede, mechendo nesses sites de relacionamento. Não tive com entrar em contato com o criador, mais como achei lindo resolvi postar aqui. Se algum dia eu conseguir falar com ele colocarei os devidos créditos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655062669203497275-7998407304051602634?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7998407304051602634/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=7998407304051602634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/7998407304051602634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/7998407304051602634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-live-your-life.html' title='Just Live Your Life'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9Y2QKNZBSI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/AqDj2luEMe8/s72-c/vhjghghg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-5933796077545546613</id><published>2010-04-26T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T14:48:41.299-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moda'/><title type='text'>É Moda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Que cintura &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;alta &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;tá na moda todo mundo já sabe né? Mais já parou pra pensar o tipo ideal para o &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;seu corpo&lt;/span&gt;? Tudo bem, tudo bem a Nati aqui vai ajudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;se você é &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;baixinha: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9YoMWuwWCI/AAAAAAAAAig/p5IEfb6PK8U/s1600/saia-cintura-alta1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9YoMWuwWCI/AAAAAAAAAig/p5IEfb6PK8U/s200/saia-cintura-alta1.jpg" width="137" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Aposte em &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;saias curtas &lt;/span&gt;e sapatos que mostram o peito do pé, eles dão aparência de que você é um pouquinho mais alta. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cores escuras &lt;/span&gt;também ajudam a disfarçar a altura.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; Se tem &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;quadril largo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9YqY2yvSWI/AAAAAAAAAio/nJdSHEEKmwc/s1600/gal19_19016lis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9YqY2yvSWI/AAAAAAAAAio/nJdSHEEKmwc/s200/gal19_19016lis.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Use saias que sejam um pouco &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;evasê &lt;/span&gt;( saia afunilada que se alarga na bainha, adquirindo amplitude ). Cores escuras aqui também são bem vindas, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;azul marinho&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;preto&lt;/span&gt; dão a impressão de que a silhueta é menor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Se a &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Perna é fina:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9Yub46QK0I/AAAAAAAAAi4/OJwq5iZNczQ/s1600/meia+cal%C3%A7a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9Yub46QK0I/AAAAAAAAAi4/OJwq5iZNczQ/s200/meia+cal%C3%A7a.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Modelos justos &lt;/span&gt;além de &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;meias&lt;/span&gt; com estampas ou bordados são uma ótima opção, dão a ideia de a perna ser grossa, por causa do relevo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se você for mais ousada pode tentar meias de cores mais fortes, apesar de o &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;pretinho básico&lt;/span&gt; é muito charmoso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se é &lt;/span&gt;gordinha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9YxqcnDRAI/AAAAAAAAAjA/5trYV8-b5sU/s1600/18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9YxqcnDRAI/AAAAAAAAAjA/5trYV8-b5sU/s200/18.jpg" width="136" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se você escolher uma peça &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;mais soltinha&lt;/span&gt;, do tipo que não marca as gorduras irá ajudar além de poder contar é claro com acessórios como &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;os cintos&lt;/span&gt; que ajudam tanto afinar como valorizar a cintura. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cores mais claras &lt;/span&gt;também são uma boa para esse tipo de corpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;É importante ressaltar que a cintura alta encurta o tronco, portanto  quem tem um corpo desproporcional, no qual as pernas são longas e o  tronco curto, deve evitar esses modelos. Eles caem melhor em quem tem as  pernas curtas e tronco longo ou os dois na mesma proporção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655062669203497275-5933796077545546613?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5933796077545546613/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=5933796077545546613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/5933796077545546613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/5933796077545546613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/04/e-onda.html' title='É Moda'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9YoMWuwWCI/AAAAAAAAAig/p5IEfb6PK8U/s72-c/saia-cintura-alta1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-5499664891324144813</id><published>2010-04-26T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T15:38:54.233-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selinhos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisinhas'/><title type='text'>Ganhei !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9YS3vsy_cI/AAAAAAAAAhI/qQ-DQfNSGx8/s1600/selo_blog_de_ouro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9YS3vsy_cI/AAAAAAAAAhI/qQ-DQfNSGx8/s200/selo_blog_de_ouro.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9YS6jV2D0I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/wGvXvCmnS0w/s1600/pd1.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9YS6jV2D0I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/wGvXvCmnS0w/s200/pd1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Obrigada &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://sinta-o-amor.blogspot.com/"&gt;sinta o amor&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;por ter me indicado para este selinho, fico muito contente, de verdade. Já que em menos de um mês de blog esse foi o primeiro de muitos que eu espero ganhar.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span id="goog_445459914"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_445459915"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Por  que você acha que mereceu esse selinho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Acho que pelo conteúdo do blog em sim, as postagens, os textos e o layout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;)  Na sua opinião, qual post de seu blog é mais  merecedor de um prêmio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Pergunta díficil, mais se fosse pra eu escolher seria:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/04/imagem-movel-da-eternidade-imovel.html"&gt;Imagem  móvel da eternidade imóvel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/04/nao-conheco-nenhuma-outra-razao-para.html"&gt;Não  conheço nenhuma outra razão para amar senão amar.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="TixyyLink" style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: #3d85c6; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Do blog que te indicou, o que mais te agrada?  Ele  merecia o blog de ouro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Com certeza o &lt;i&gt;sinta o amor &lt;/i&gt;merecia o blog de ouro e muitos outros prêmios, é um blog lindo, organizado e que tem postagens espetaculares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Indicando:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://clandestinahappiness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Felicidade Clandestina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.socorroeucresci.com/"&gt;S.O.S&lt;/a&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muitocontraditoria.blogspot.com/"&gt;Muito Contaditória&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="TixyyLink" style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655062669203497275-5499664891324144813?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5499664891324144813/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=5499664891324144813&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/5499664891324144813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/5499664891324144813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/04/ganhei.html' title='Ganhei !'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9YS3vsy_cI/AAAAAAAAAhI/qQ-DQfNSGx8/s72-c/selo_blog_de_ouro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-2783232200923120680</id><published>2010-04-26T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T15:58:44.537-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Let it go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: #f3f3f3; clear: both; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9W8dY11mCI/AAAAAAAAAhA/MYZpyuLYyPg/s1600/3236499779_62a7d177bd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9W8dY11mCI/AAAAAAAAAhA/MYZpyuLYyPg/s320/3236499779_62a7d177bd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu poderia dizer que de hoje em diante vou tentar fazer a coisa correta da minha vida, podeira dizer que vou traçar novos objetivos, que desta vez irei colocá-los em prática, que farei tudo &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;valer à pena&lt;/span&gt;, eu poderia, mas não vou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Na situação que me encontro agora, formular falsos sonhos ou sonhos impossíveis, como queira chamar, não me encorajam mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sonhos?&lt;/span&gt; São apenas recursoso que usamos para conseguir seguir em frente, pra que possamos de fato estar na realidade sem &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;enlouquecer. &lt;/span&gt;É como um mecanismo que torna suportável o agora, enquanto esperamos um &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;futuro melhor chegar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Para iniciantes pode ser que eles funcionem, ficar lá, vivendo, fazendo tudo de uma forma planejada, às vezes até se privando em prol de um objetivo que talvez nem seja possível alcançar, é uma forma de se manter na linha. Já para sonhadores mais experientes, ou melhor dizendo: mais cansados, isso não surte mais o mesmo efeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;O planejado de mais pode não ser o melhor, às vezes soltar um pouco os&amp;nbsp; braços e deixar a coisa acontercer sem se preocupar com as consequências pode ser visto como algo bom. E melhor que isso é &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;não sonhar &lt;/span&gt;de vez em quando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;O que me leva a questão inicial: não irei sonhar, nem planejar para mim metas das quais eu não sou capaz de cumprir. Deixar apenas o agora aconter e tentar encontrar a realidade de fato, mesmo que isso signifique enlouquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Na vida existe um momento onde ou você é tudo ou nada, esse meu momento acabou de chegar, estou imaginadno o que quero ser e sinceramente: prefiro &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ser nada com meus pés no chão, do que tudo com a cabeça nas nuvens.&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/1655062669203497275-2783232200923120680?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2783232200923120680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=2783232200923120680&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/2783232200923120680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/2783232200923120680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/04/let-it-go.html' title='Let it go'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9W8dY11mCI/AAAAAAAAAhA/MYZpyuLYyPg/s72-c/3236499779_62a7d177bd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-1453728578731746381</id><published>2010-04-25T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T16:47:12.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copiado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Bring the Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9Tkg4YO7DI/AAAAAAAAAgw/tqEL1rC7CdU/s1600/686.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9TkzkmZB1I/AAAAAAAAAg4/_vZxJyLSZPM/s1600/asdsdasdasd.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9TkzkmZB1I/AAAAAAAAAg4/_vZxJyLSZPM/s320/asdsdasdasd.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"a dor chega em todas as formas possíveis. uma  dorzinha aguda, um pouquinho de depressão, a dor aleatória com que  convivemos todos os dias. então tem o tipo de dor que você simplesmente  não consegue ignorar, um nível tão grande de dor que bloqueia todo o  resto, faz com o que o mundo inteiro desapareça até que a gente só  consiga pensar que o tanto que machucamos e a maneira com que lidamos  com a dor é totalmente pessoal. nós a anestesiamos, sobrevivemos a ela,  ou a abraçamos, ou ignoramos. para alguns de nós, a melhor maneira de  lidar com ela é atravessando-a. a dor. você só tem que sobreviver a ela,  esperar que ela vá embora sozinha, esperar que a ferida que a causou,  sare. não há soluções, respostas fáceis. você só respira fundo e espera  que ela vá diminuindo. na maior parte do tempo, a dor pode ser  administrada, mas às vezes ela te pega quando você menos espera, te  acerta abaixo da cintura e não te deixa levantar. você tem que lutar  através da dor, porque a verdade é que você não consegue escapar dela e a  vida sempre te causa mais."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008484; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community?cmm=18950127" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Grey's Anatomy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008484; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655062669203497275-1453728578731746381?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1453728578731746381/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=1453728578731746381&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/1453728578731746381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/1453728578731746381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/04/bring-pain.html' title='Bring the Pain'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9TkzkmZB1I/AAAAAAAAAg4/_vZxJyLSZPM/s72-c/asdsdasdasd.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-3029132067500338607</id><published>2010-04-25T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T16:47:57.596-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensando rápido'/><title type='text'>Pense rápido ( 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;  tema escolhido de hoje&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pra ouvir:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; SORRI - DJAVAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NUGRBYVzYG8&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NUGRBYVzYG8&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pra ver: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;PEQUENOS INVASORES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wT1TGLxs6Tc&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wT1TGLxs6Tc&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pra fazer:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; CÓCEGAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9RMWyHV9eI/AAAAAAAAAfw/3Tj0y_FdEbQ/s1600/900076-2723-it2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9RMWyHV9eI/AAAAAAAAAfw/3Tj0y_FdEbQ/s200/900076-2723-it2.jpg" width="178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9RMaI3IgPI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Hse2aU-nB5k/s1600/cocegas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9RMaI3IgPI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Hse2aU-nB5k/s200/cocegas.jpg" width="178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;TIPO, fazer cócegas em alguém é muito gostoso, provoca risadas instantanes, até mesmo quem recebe a 'torturinha' sorri, por algum motivo provoca uma risada danada, alegra e diverte. Faz você litaralmente rolar no chão. KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pra ler: &lt;/b&gt;TIRINHAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9RPStvTZTI/AAAAAAAAAgI/pnJq_Bl6yE4/s1600/lagrimadf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="115" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9RPStvTZTI/AAAAAAAAAgI/pnJq_Bl6yE4/s400/lagrimadf.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9RPflmmzzI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Wquj7BnQaY8/s1600/aline.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="116" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9RPflmmzzI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Wquj7BnQaY8/s400/aline.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9RPlkAZntI/AAAAAAAAAgY/s1IsLPTnjPg/s1600/mafalda19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="117" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9RPlkAZntI/AAAAAAAAAgY/s1IsLPTnjPg/s400/mafalda19.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9RPrvsGkxI/AAAAAAAAAgg/y51fhvriZDM/s1600/post12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="120" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9RPrvsGkxI/AAAAAAAAAgg/y51fhvriZDM/s400/post12.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É ISSO, SORRIA !&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9RMaI3IgPI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Hse2aU-nB5k/s1600/cocegas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&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/1655062669203497275-3029132067500338607?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3029132067500338607/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=3029132067500338607&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/3029132067500338607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/3029132067500338607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/04/pense-rapido-2.html' title='Pense rápido ( 2'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9RMWyHV9eI/AAAAAAAAAfw/3Tj0y_FdEbQ/s72-c/900076-2723-it2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-8981417598195102013</id><published>2010-04-25T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T16:48:38.231-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copiado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><title type='text'>If Tomorrow Never Comes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9Q1n1ZENUI/AAAAAAAAAfo/ZaKjuM0xEMM/s1600/greys-emerald.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9Q1n1ZENUI/AAAAAAAAAfo/ZaKjuM0xEMM/s320/greys-emerald.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;há uns duzentos anos atrás, Benjamin Franklin  compartilhou o segredo de seu sucesso com o mundo. ele disse "nunca  deixe para amanhã o que você pode fazer hoje". esse é o cara que  descobriu a eletricidade. então é normal achar que a maioria de nós iria  ouvir o que ele fala... eu não tenho idéia porque a gente fica adiando  as coisas, mas se eu tivesse que chutar, diria que tem muito a ver com o  medo. medo do fracasso. medo da dor. medo da rejeição. às vezes, o medo  é de apenas tomar uma decisão, porque e se você estiver errado? e se  você fizer um erro que não dá pra desfazer? seja lá do que a gente tem  medo, uma coisa é sempre verdade: com o tempo, a dor de não ter tomado  uma atitude fica pior do que o medo de agir. Acaba parecendo que a gente  está carregando um tumor gigante. e, não, eu não estou falando  metaforicamente."deus ajuda a quem cedo madruga"; "é melhor prevenir do  que remediar" .&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; "bobeou, dançou" &lt;/span&gt;. não podemos fingir que nunca  escutamos essas. Todos nós já ouvimos os provérbios, os filósofos, os  nossos avós nos falando para não perdermos tempo, aqueles poetas chatos  clamando para gente &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"aproveitar o dia"&lt;/span&gt;. ainda assim, às vezes a gente  tem que pagar para ver. temos que cometer nossos próprios erros. temos  que aprender nossas próprias lições. temos que varrer as possibilidades  do hoje pra baixo do tapete do amanhã até não podermos mais, até a gente  compreenda por si só o que Benjamin Franklin quis dizer. Que o saber é  melhor que o ponderar, que o despertar é melhor que o sonhar. E que  mesmo a maior falha, mesmo o pior erro possível, é melhor do que nunca  ter tentado nada.&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community?cmm=18950127"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Grey's Anatomy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655062669203497275-8981417598195102013?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8981417598195102013/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=8981417598195102013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/8981417598195102013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/8981417598195102013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-tomorrow-never-comes.html' title='If Tomorrow Never Comes'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9Q1n1ZENUI/AAAAAAAAAfo/ZaKjuM0xEMM/s72-c/greys-emerald.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-7440373968917846875</id><published>2010-04-24T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T16:49:15.183-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='by others'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Quem disse águas passadas não movem moinhos?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9L9tW1Rm7I/AAAAAAAAAfI/pwBonYtMq5g/s1600/373x375.aspx.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9L9tW1Rm7I/AAAAAAAAAfI/pwBonYtMq5g/s320/373x375.aspx.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Por: Brenda Ravenna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;E fecha-se agora um ciclo, uma série de emoções e sensações colocam-se agora em diante da maturidade e dirsenimento que as circunstâncias me obrigam a adiquirir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;O que antes me incomodava tanto, o que me tirava da rota coerente dos fatos e me fazia sentir uma poeirinha no meio do nada, hoje nem se quer abala meu corpo, o corpo de nervos, corpo de emoções. A esse corpo não abala e nem abalará mais. Durante muito tempo procurei saber a resposta de cada um dos meus contestamentos mas hoje posso enchergar perfeitamente que as respostas chegarão, que as dúvidas serão resolvidas por si só, sem que eu tenha ao menos mover uma molécula se quer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;-Que as coisas vão se solucionar? É fato!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Com o passar do tempo, o que antes era interessante vai perdendo a graça, o que atraia, hoje joga-se ali no cantinho&amp;nbsp; e caso bata a saudade, a gente pega por um tempinho até aquela sensação tediosa voltar à tona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Quem ama, ama incondicionalmente até aquela velha característica humana florar em nosso coração, amamos incondicionamente até o ponto em que percebemos que somos menos importatantes para o outro, até chegarmos a dura conclusão de que nem todos gostarão do nosso olhar, da nossa boca ou do nosso modo de falar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;E é aí então que o homem se manisfesta em sua mais bela forma de egoísmo, em sua mais viscosa plumagem de auto-defesa. E nesse momento o amor que era antes incondicional, hoje já não é mais visto assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;"Precisar um do outro" isso não ouso negar. E é exatamente isso, nos aproximamos por que necessitamos, seja afeto ou outra coisa qualquer. Hum... que manifestação de independência humana não? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;O certo, o prático e eficiente até a página dois é... Quem gosta do que falo, do que penso e do meu cheiro senta do meu lado e compartilha comigo os meus defeitos e antipatias. Porém quem tem uma preferência por cítricos e amargos pode manter distância por favor, por que meu cheiro é doce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655062669203497275-7440373968917846875?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7440373968917846875/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=7440373968917846875&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/7440373968917846875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/7440373968917846875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/04/quem-disse-aguas-passadas-nao-movem.html' title='Quem disse águas passadas não movem moinhos?'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S9L9tW1Rm7I/AAAAAAAAAfI/pwBonYtMq5g/s72-c/373x375.aspx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-7189595976432062460</id><published>2010-04-20T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T16:49:40.082-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Concorda ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S85oDFaF97I/AAAAAAAAAeA/IC3VD12OFyo/s1600/engole_sapo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S85oDFaF97I/AAAAAAAAAeA/IC3VD12OFyo/s400/engole_sapo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Quando você está certa, ou pelo menos no direito de reclamar uma coisa você o faz, certo? Por que a liberdade de expressão tá ai, você tem todo direito de reclamar, todo direito de lutar pelo o que você quer. E também, pra que se preocupar com o que os outros vão pensar, você tá lutando por si mesma, é primeiro lugar sua felicidade, né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Errado. Tem um monte de gente que pensa assim, eu até pensava, mais com o passar do tempo tenho percebido que não é assim que a carruagem anda. Ser feliz tem haver muito também em deixar os outros felizes. Calma, calma! Não to dizendo pra deixar de fazer o que gosta ou o que acha certo &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sempre&lt;/span&gt; por quem se ama, longe disso. O que quero dizer se resume em uma frase: &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;quem ama engole sapo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Não sempre, não toda hora, mais quando necessário você tem que se dar ao trabalho e engolir alguns desses bichinhos verdes, o fato é que isso evita muitos outros constrangimentos e sofrimentos pra todos. No saldo final se você fizer as contas direito o seu será positivo, eu&amp;nbsp; posso afirmar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Amar tem haver com aceitar, tem haver com tentar compreender, digo tentar , por que algumas coisas não são de tão fácil compreensão, daí a gente só tenta mesmo. A questão é que se você não se põe no lugar do próximo você começa a se tornar egoísta a alimentar essa síndrome de Deus nata do ser humano e daqui a alguns dias nem você&amp;nbsp; próprio se aguenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;E arrependimento meu caro amigo nem sempre tem solução, arrependimento não cura ferida, não alimenta fome. Arrependimento pode ser tarde de mais e na pior hipótese, sendo altamente realista o máximo que pode sobrar pra você é um quarto vazio e a sua própria companhia, que talvez não seja das melhores, certo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655062669203497275-7189595976432062460?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7189595976432062460/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=7189595976432062460&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/7189595976432062460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/7189595976432062460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/04/concorda.html' title='Concorda ?'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S85oDFaF97I/AAAAAAAAAeA/IC3VD12OFyo/s72-c/engole_sapo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-7717528631197194290</id><published>2010-04-20T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T16:50:31.379-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexo'/><title type='text'>Lanterna mágica da nossa alma.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Pra tentar melhorar mais o blog eu resolvi escolhar um novo assunto pra ficar postando também, o escolhido da vez é : sexo. Palavrinha essa que gera muitas discurssões, tabus e tudo mais. A intenção aqui é quebrar grande parte deles, além de informar e divertir, é claro. u_u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="TixyyLink" style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: #3d85c6; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Fantasias, como faz ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Atire a primeira pedra quem nunca se pegou pensando em fazer sexo com o vizinho, a dois, com outra mulher ou coisas mais loucas ai. Sentiu uma dorzinha de cotovelo não foi? rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Não se preocupe, isso é totalmente normal e SAUDAVEL. Nada de ficar ai se perguntando se isso é doença ou loucura da sua cabeça. Fantasie, faz bem a&amp;nbsp; saúde e aumenta a sua criatividade para com o parceiro.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S83qGFTAvZI/AAAAAAAAAco/pRBAGgrUOtw/s1600/menage-a-trois-ii.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S83qGFTAvZI/AAAAAAAAAco/pRBAGgrUOtw/s400/menage-a-trois-ii.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Só pra constar como dados : pelo menos 30% do filminhos eróticos criados na cabeça das pessoas são de origem masoquista ( provavelmente uma forma criativa de lidar com a agressividade, ajuda a elaborar episódios de vergonha ou abuso sexual vividos na infância por exemplo. )&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;As fantasias também tendem a se repetir. A mais pedida é ser pega de surpresa por um estranho. Agir como garota de programa, sexo com outra garota, transformações de paceiros em escravos o_o, sexo em locais publicos, sexo grupal, ser dominada e obrigada a transar e ser vista na hora H são outras bem pedidas também.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Estranhas sim, mais são totalmente saudaveis. São como um mecanismo que afasta qualquer coisa que possa a atrapalhar a conquista do prazer, fantasie sem medo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S83tMg0SuJI/AAAAAAAAAdI/fQystbwWYTA/s1600/beijo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S83tMg0SuJI/AAAAAAAAAdI/fQystbwWYTA/s320/beijo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Assim como assistir a um filme dá alegria e prazer a vida, fantasiar é também um recurso para tal propósito. Que ainda é responsável por um processo químico, que liberam neurotransmissores responsáveis pelo bem-estar, como a endorfina e dopamina.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais fique atento! Quando vira compulsão ou quando o parceiro é tratado&amp;nbsp; como um objeto que proporcione prazer é necessário um pausa. O fato de obter prazer somente com a fantasia também precisa ser analisado e é sim um motivo de preocupação e quando a fantasia deixa de ser saudavel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Outro ponto que você deve esta se preocupando é : isso é traição? A resposta é não. Quanto maior for o tempo de relacionamento maior a tendência de haver fantasias, que na maioria dos casos não são com o parceiro fixo. Também mostram as pesquisas que da grande parte que imaginou alguma coisa com seu parceiro não tentou colocar em prática.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;O negócio de fantasia só realmente não houver nenhuma culpa. Sonhar com o cara da farmácia enquanto dá uns 'pegas' no seu marido não é a pior coisa do mundo, o nome diz tudo: fantasias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S83w8h6e0xI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/wpBJCW9i2bg/s1600/alimentacao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S83w8h6e0xI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/wpBJCW9i2bg/s320/alimentacao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S83w8h6e0xI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/wpBJCW9i2bg/s1600/alimentacao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Colocar a fantasia em prática requer calma, muita calma. Na imaginação é tudo perfeito e você tem controle TOTAL da situação, a realidade é um pouco diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Fantasias realizadas de forma ruim pode traumatizar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Antes de tentar algo radical de mais, fale com o parceiro, introduza essa conversa aos poucos e veja o que ele responde. Se acontecer ao contrário e ele for o responsável pelas 'criativas cenas' e quiser colocar alguma em prática, pare e pense, não tope nada que não queira fazer, o desejo tem de ser mútuo pra que role tudo da maneira correta.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;No mais se divirta, a festa só pode ficar mais divertida se você quiser !&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/1655062669203497275-7717528631197194290?l=gorunaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7717528631197194290/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655062669203497275&amp;postID=7717528631197194290&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/7717528631197194290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655062669203497275/posts/default/7717528631197194290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorunaway.blogspot.com/2010/04/lanterna-magica-da-nossa-alma.html' title='Lanterna mágica da nossa alma.'/><author><name>Natiele Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07047468015647776608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S_1l2tKiATI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w9JTJxKmXRo/S220/PIC000095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S83qGFTAvZI/AAAAAAAAAco/pRBAGgrUOtw/s72-c/menage-a-trois-ii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655062669203497275.post-2893921290696501667</id><published>2010-04-19T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T15:30:49.262-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><title type='text'>Imagem Móvel da Eternidade Imóvel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S80StKC2TXI/AAAAAAAAAcg/N8HGiIu8P5c/s1600/lagrima.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkLXeZX_4po/S80StKC2TXI/AAAAAAAAAcg/N8HGiIu8P5c/s320/lagrima.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Pe. Antônio Vieira foi perfeito quando fez uma sitação sobre o tempo em seu &lt;i&gt;Sermão do Mandato, &lt;/i&gt;dizia isso aqui:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;"O primeiro remédio que dizíamos, é o tempo. Tudo cura o tempo, tudo faz esquecer, tudo gasta, tudo digere, tudo acaba. Atreve-se o tempo a colunas de mármore, quanto mais a corações de cera? São as afeições como as vidas, que não há mais certo sinal de haverem de durar pouco, que terem durado muito. São como as linhas, que partem do centro para a circunferência, que quanto mais continuadas, tanto menos unidas. Por isso os Antigos sabiamente pintaram o amor menino; porque não há amor tão robusto que chegue a ser velho. De todos os instrumentos com que o armou a natureza, o desarma o tempo. Afrouxa-lhe o arco, com que já não atira; embota-lhe as setas, com que já não fere; abre-lhe os olhos, com que vê o que não via; e faz-lhe crescer as asas, com que voa e foge. A razão natural de toda esta diferença, é porque o tempo tira a novidade às cousas, descobre-lhe os defeitos, enfastia-lhe o gosto, e basta que sejam usadas para não serem as mesmas. Gasta-se o ferro com o uso, quanto mais o amor? O mesmo amar é causa de não amar, e o Ter amado muito, de amar menos.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Concordo com ele plenamente, se o tempo cura tudo eu não sei, mais que apaga muita coisa isso é verdade. Que o tempo faz o mundo girar e tornar as coisas totalmente diferentes também é algo que não posso discordar. 'Quanto mais a corações de ceras' foi a melhor coisa que eu já li hoje: se o tempo pode desgastar mármore que é tão duro, quem dirá os corações de cera que andam soltos por aí. Corações de cera e de espinhos, que furam e nos machucam, que nos fazem sangrar e chorar, corações esses que nós nos importamos e causam uma dor enorme, por que&amp;nbsp; dor maior que a do sentimento não recíproco eu não sou capaz de descrever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Tomara então que o tempo seja capaz de curar ódio, de curar dor, de fazer passar os sentimentos ruins que habitam os corações das pessoas, tomara talvez que o tempo ajude a curar essa intolerância de humanidade, essa inflexibilidade, essa mania de estar certa, essa certeza de derrota, esse sentimento de pior pessoa do mundo. 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