<?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-8003600041911498649</id><updated>2012-01-21T13:42:47.840-08:00</updated><category term='Gabrielle Pires Silva'/><category term='ANA JÁCOMO'/><category term='Djavan'/><category term='Erica Jon'/><category term='Claudina Ramire'/><category term='Dom quixote'/><category term='CRISTIANA GUERRA.'/><category term='Maria Adelaide Amaral'/><category term='Eng. do Hawaii'/><category term='JÚ FUZETTO'/><category term='BOB MARLEY'/><category term='LYGIA F. 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Acho. Alguma coisa  em mim — e pode-se chamar isso de “amadurecimento” ou “encaretamento” ou  até mesmo “desilusão” ou “emburrecimento” — simplesmente andou,  entendeu? Desisti de achar que o príncipe vai achar o sapatinho (ou  sapatão) que perdi nas escadarias. Não sinto mais impulsos amorosos.  Posso sentir impulsos afetivos, ou eróticos — mas amorosos,  sinceramente, há muito tempo. É estranho, e não me parece falso, mas ao  contrário: normal. Era assim que deveria ter sido desde sempre. E não se  trata de evitar a dor, é que esse tipo de dor é inútil, é burra, é  apego à matéria. Sei lá. E não sei se me explico bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Caio Fernando Abreu, in: Cartas - A Maria Lídia Magliani&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/8003600041911498649-3511356195632635201?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/3511356195632635201/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/10/cansamos.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/3511356195632635201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/3511356195632635201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/10/cansamos.html' title='Cansamos...'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jXQ_RY5BOgM/Tor0xB_eqwI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/8-slsUu2BwQ/s72-c/Imagens%252Bextraordin%25C3%25A1rias%252BXI%252B%252837%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-2411943071612820729</id><published>2011-09-17T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T19:51:26.678-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CAIO F.'/><title type='text'>Caio sempre fala por mim..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: purple; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/-K8oGtGv-w6s/TnVcoO93v4I/AAAAAAAAC7U/OtJ9sbyqHIg/s1600/9112mar%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K8oGtGv-w6s/TnVcoO93v4I/AAAAAAAAC7U/OtJ9sbyqHIg/s320/9112mar%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"A&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;manhã  é dia de nascer de novo. Para outra morte. Hoje é dia de esperar que o  verde deste quase fim de inverno aqueça os parques gelados, as ruas  vazias, as mentes exaustas de bad trips. Hoje é dia de não tentar  compreender absolutamente nada, não lançar âncoras para o futuro.  Estamos encalhados sobre estas malas e tapetes com nossos vinte anos de  amor desperdiçado(...)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; 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: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Caio Fernando Abreu, in Lixo e Purpurina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: purple; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: purple; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: purple; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: purple; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: purple; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: purple; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; 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font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-2411943071612820729?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/2411943071612820729/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/09/caio-sempre-fala-por-mim_17.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/2411943071612820729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/2411943071612820729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/09/caio-sempre-fala-por-mim_17.html' title='Caio sempre fala por mim..'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K8oGtGv-w6s/TnVcoO93v4I/AAAAAAAAC7U/OtJ9sbyqHIg/s72-c/9112mar%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-3539081852749950270</id><published>2011-09-01T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T16:45:04.680-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MÚSICA.'/><title type='text'>Ainda é tudo seu - Luiza Possi e Thiaguinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AZbg9N-GBJ0?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-3539081852749950270?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/3539081852749950270/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/09/ainda-e-tudo-seu-luiza-possi-e.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/3539081852749950270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/3539081852749950270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/09/ainda-e-tudo-seu-luiza-possi-e.html' title='Ainda é tudo seu - Luiza Possi e Thiaguinho'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/AZbg9N-GBJ0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-2674445864480494774</id><published>2011-09-01T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T16:23:46.438-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CAIO F.'/><title type='text'>Caio sempre fala por mim..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;“Eu carrego comigo uma caixa mágica onde eu guardo meus tesouros mais  bonitos. Tudo aquilo que eu aprendi com a vida, tudo o que eu ganhei  com o tempo e que vento nenhum leva (…) O pouco é muito pra mim. O  simples é tudo que cabe nos meus dias. Eu vivo de muitas saudades. E  quem se arrebenta de tanto existir, vive pra esbanjar sorrisos e flashes  de eternidade.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ebRAqOIbsG8/TmAT9WzAlcI/AAAAAAAAC6o/AOHxYchcrqY/s1600/4473714320_338104f55c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ebRAqOIbsG8/TmAT9WzAlcI/AAAAAAAAC6o/AOHxYchcrqY/s320/4473714320_338104f55c.jpg" width="320" /&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/8003600041911498649-2674445864480494774?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/2674445864480494774/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/09/caio-sempre-fala-por-mim_01.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/2674445864480494774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/2674445864480494774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/09/caio-sempre-fala-por-mim_01.html' title='Caio sempre fala por mim..'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ebRAqOIbsG8/TmAT9WzAlcI/AAAAAAAAC6o/AOHxYchcrqY/s72-c/4473714320_338104f55c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-2296882438992664449</id><published>2011-09-01T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T16:18:08.576-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CAIO F.'/><title type='text'>Caio sempre fala por mim..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bICCQCqgEHw/TmASp5ZN0qI/AAAAAAAAC6k/KyaoEuz8ftY/s1600/shoulder_constellations_by_nerdynotdirty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bICCQCqgEHw/TmASp5ZN0qI/AAAAAAAAC6k/KyaoEuz8ftY/s320/shoulder_constellations_by_nerdynotdirty.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Hoje eu queria um abraço daqueles que te sufoca de tão apertado e te  protege de tudo. Hoje eu só queria ouvir  ‘eu-te-procurei-pra-saber-se-você-tá-bem’.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-2296882438992664449?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/2296882438992664449/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/09/caio-sempre-fala-por-mim.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/2296882438992664449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/2296882438992664449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/09/caio-sempre-fala-por-mim.html' title='Caio sempre fala por mim..'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bICCQCqgEHw/TmASp5ZN0qI/AAAAAAAAC6k/KyaoEuz8ftY/s72-c/shoulder_constellations_by_nerdynotdirty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-8962214648455173257</id><published>2011-09-01T16:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T16:15:26.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>caio fala por mim!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Eu preciso muito deixar acontecer o momento da renovação, trocar de pele, mudar de cor. Tenho sentido necessidades do novo, não importa o quê, mais que seja novo, nem que sejam os problemas. Preciso deixar a casa vazia para receber a nova mobília. Fazer a faxina da mente, da alma, do corpo e do coração. Demolir as ruínas e construir qualquer coisa nova, quem sabe um castelo.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caio F. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&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/8003600041911498649-8962214648455173257?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/8962214648455173257/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/09/caio-fala-por-mim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/8962214648455173257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/8962214648455173257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/09/caio-fala-por-mim.html' title='caio fala por mim!'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-6594396067300132684</id><published>2011-08-24T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T17:14:04.473-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TATI BERNARDI'/><title type='text'>O maior problema dos desejos é não aceitar NÃO como resposta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cmdUSyQUJbU/TlWToiZwdJI/AAAAAAAAC6M/2usCX9z8lWw/s1600/http+_meme.zenfs.com_u_e2e75f87cca3ac443080747e027d3eaeb6bcbe50.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cmdUSyQUJbU/TlWToiZwdJI/AAAAAAAAC6M/2usCX9z8lWw/s320/http+_meme.zenfs.com_u_e2e75f87cca3ac443080747e027d3eaeb6bcbe50.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Aonde está a força de negar um desejo se enquanto ele não é saciado continua existindo? O  tempo não se encarrega de matar desejos, apenas de substituir os  personagens. Esse é o maior problema dos desejos, eles não aceitam não  como resposta. Você só coloca um ponto final nele se for até o fim. E o  fim pode ser um simples enjôo ou, na pior das hipóteses, a morte. O  desejo me acompanhou até em casa. Muito , muito mais forte que minha  nobreza em ter dito não. Tive medo de ser só desejo, porque para mim  sempre foi mais. Prefiro ser perseguida pelo meu desejo, que não tem dia  para acabar, do que ser abandonada mais uma vez pelo seu, que dura no  máximo três horas.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-6594396067300132684?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/6594396067300132684/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-maior-problema-dos-desejos-e-nao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/6594396067300132684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/6594396067300132684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-maior-problema-dos-desejos-e-nao.html' title='O maior problema dos desejos é não aceitar NÃO como resposta!'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cmdUSyQUJbU/TlWToiZwdJI/AAAAAAAAC6M/2usCX9z8lWw/s72-c/http+_meme.zenfs.com_u_e2e75f87cca3ac443080747e027d3eaeb6bcbe50.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-3699284391171010201</id><published>2011-08-24T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T13:04:18.630-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marla de Queiroz'/><title type='text'>Ele não sabe mais nada sobre mim!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Ele  não sabe mais nada sobre mim. Não sabe que o aperto no meu peito  diminuiu, que meu cabelo cresceu, que os meus olhos estão menos  melancólicos. Ele não sabe quantos livros pude ler em algumas semanas.  Não sabe quais são meus novos assuntos nem os filmes favoritos. Ele não  sabe quantos amigos desapareceram desde que me desvencilhei da minha  vida social intensa. Ele não sabe que eu nunca mais me atentei pra  saudade. Que simplesmente deixei de pensar em tudo que me parecia  instável. Que aprendi a não sobrecarregar meu coração, este órgão tão  nobre. Ele não sabe que tenho estado tão só sem a devastadora sensação  de me sentir sozinha. Ele não sabe que desde que não compartilhamos mais  nada sobre nós, eu tive que me tornar minha melhor companhia: ele nem  imagina que foi ele quem me ensinou esta alegria."&lt;/i&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/-dIvTnOpJS58/TlVZM6Qgu0I/AAAAAAAAC6E/fajskwD-XgQ/s1600/http+_meme.zenfs.com_u_28f01f4ee13f75ca5b1ea8de2c637ab7cbf7524e.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dIvTnOpJS58/TlVZM6Qgu0I/AAAAAAAAC6E/fajskwD-XgQ/s320/http+_meme.zenfs.com_u_28f01f4ee13f75ca5b1ea8de2c637ab7cbf7524e.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&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/8003600041911498649-3699284391171010201?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/3699284391171010201/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/08/ele-nao-sabe-mais-nada-sobre-mim.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/3699284391171010201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/3699284391171010201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/08/ele-nao-sabe-mais-nada-sobre-mim.html' title='Ele não sabe mais nada sobre mim!'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dIvTnOpJS58/TlVZM6Qgu0I/AAAAAAAAC6E/fajskwD-XgQ/s72-c/http+_meme.zenfs.com_u_28f01f4ee13f75ca5b1ea8de2c637ab7cbf7524e.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-573877726559122028</id><published>2011-08-12T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T18:52:07.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Samila Andrade'/><title type='text'>Não gosto das coisas fáceis demais...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QI0Gl_i8V-I/TkXYuAq3upI/AAAAAAAAC5s/zgtHjB3Q6JE/s1600/PQAAABYEiKmrctAPJi9sEYH0pyhV4EkvrHpG5zVihlkSssy8bfNIDupAl8G6u9FPb_Rv8pX-kLu34lelnXJ4GyiPEGoAm1T1UC_1qfpEqNe7JbkjUOzRNnV9LukD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="292" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QI0Gl_i8V-I/TkXYuAq3upI/AAAAAAAAC5s/zgtHjB3Q6JE/s320/PQAAABYEiKmrctAPJi9sEYH0pyhV4EkvrHpG5zVihlkSssy8bfNIDupAl8G6u9FPb_Rv8pX-kLu34lelnXJ4GyiPEGoAm1T1UC_1qfpEqNe7JbkjUOzRNnV9LukD.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre procuro o fruto que está no topo da àrvore.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre procuro as flores que estão no meio do jardim.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto saudades de quem com certeza não vou poder ver.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto dos sabores que quase ninguém tem pra oferecer.&lt;br /&gt;Não faço viagens curtas.&lt;br /&gt;Caço desafios, e se não acho, crio uns.&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;no final de tudo, ainda por cima, me dou ao trabalho de amar quem não&lt;br /&gt;pode ser amado, quem não está para ser amado, quem não sabe que é&lt;br /&gt;amado...&lt;br /&gt;Porque as coisas fáceis não têm a minima graça.&lt;br /&gt;Não têm gosto.&lt;br /&gt;Não têm cheiro.&lt;br /&gt;Não têm beleza.&lt;br /&gt;Não têm resistência.&lt;br /&gt;Não me dão prazer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-573877726559122028?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/573877726559122028/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/08/nao-gosto-das-coisas-faceis-demais.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/573877726559122028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/573877726559122028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/08/nao-gosto-das-coisas-faceis-demais.html' title='Não gosto das coisas fáceis demais...'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QI0Gl_i8V-I/TkXYuAq3upI/AAAAAAAAC5s/zgtHjB3Q6JE/s72-c/PQAAABYEiKmrctAPJi9sEYH0pyhV4EkvrHpG5zVihlkSssy8bfNIDupAl8G6u9FPb_Rv8pX-kLu34lelnXJ4GyiPEGoAm1T1UC_1qfpEqNe7JbkjUOzRNnV9LukD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-3694008455266217467</id><published>2011-08-12T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T18:26:59.238-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FERNANDA MELLO'/><title type='text'>Reinvente-se.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Ah, para tudo! Se é pra viver, vamos viver direito. Com  conteúdo. Troque o verbo, mude a frase, inverta a culpa. O sujeito da  oração é você. A história é sua, mãos à obra! Melhore aquele capítulo,  jogue fora o que não cabe mais, embole a tristeza, o medo, aceite seus  erros, reescreva-se. Republique-se. Reinvente-se. E transforme-se na  melhor edição feita de você."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jIFtbKeXoM8/TkXSyuaZCkI/AAAAAAAAC5A/-Lh2LrxZj58/s1600/fnac_marilyn_monroe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jIFtbKeXoM8/TkXSyuaZCkI/AAAAAAAAC5A/-Lh2LrxZj58/s320/fnac_marilyn_monroe.jpg" width="320" /&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/8003600041911498649-3694008455266217467?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/3694008455266217467/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/08/reinvente-se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/3694008455266217467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/3694008455266217467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/08/reinvente-se.html' title='Reinvente-se.....'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jIFtbKeXoM8/TkXSyuaZCkI/AAAAAAAAC5A/-Lh2LrxZj58/s72-c/fnac_marilyn_monroe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-5063196783169048024</id><published>2011-07-07T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T16:22:35.742-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabrielle Pires Silva'/><title type='text'>INDEPENDÊNCIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; line-height: 15pt; margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0cm;"&gt;Não  sou do tipo de mulher dependente. Isso não quer dizer que eu trabalhe,  ganhe milhões ou que eu dê conta de uma casa gigante sozinha. Ser uma  mulher independente é saber viver e ser feliz sem a presença de ninguém.  É se amar sem ouvir que é amada. É não ficar esperando receber um  elogio para se sentir linda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/-Nc7iW4j6_Mo/ThY_cToZzyI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/LP01ke0PEho/s1600/mulher-feliz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nc7iW4j6_Mo/ThY_cToZzyI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/LP01ke0PEho/s320/mulher-feliz.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; line-height: 15pt; margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0cm;"&gt;Ser  uma mulher independente é ter liberdade, percorrer e traçar seus  objetivos e não precisar de companhia só porque é inverno ou dia dos  namorados. Não depender do amor ou da piedade dos outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; line-height: 15pt; margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0cm;"&gt;Eu  não sou do tipo de mulher que gruda, que pede, que implora por amor.  Pelo contrário. Meu amor está mais em voar ao lado do que cortar as  asas. Meu amor é respaldado em ser livre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0cm;"&gt;Não  tenho nenhum talento especial para culinária! Já me vesti de noiva quando debutei, não esperei um  príncipe encantado me pedir a mão para realizar esse sonho. Sou  independente pelos meus sentimentos, pelas minhas iniciativas. Guardo o  que é inútil e percorro sozinha a minha jornada. Sem depender de  incentivo, nem mesmo de companhia.Já basta ter que me agüentar todos os  dias.Não preciso de mais ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://dosedetequila.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-5063196783169048024?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/5063196783169048024/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/07/independencia.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/5063196783169048024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/5063196783169048024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/07/independencia.html' title='INDEPENDÊNCIA'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nc7iW4j6_Mo/ThY_cToZzyI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/LP01ke0PEho/s72-c/mulher-feliz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-8897403277632251546</id><published>2011-07-07T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T15:33:17.509-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabrielle Pires Silva'/><title type='text'>Amizade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K9OPXeDONqE/ThYz2OyO-pI/AAAAAAAAC3U/JSifwQByhCA/s1600/amizade22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K9OPXeDONqE/ThYz2OyO-pI/AAAAAAAAC3U/JSifwQByhCA/s320/amizade22.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Bom  construir uma amizade. Bom poder ter com quem contar nas horas difíceis  e ter com quem dançar na chuva. E também em baixo do sol quente. Bom  mesmo é ter alguém que conhece apenas seus olhares, suas palavras  subentendidas, suas gírias, sinais, gestos e até quando está imóvel. Ter  com quem dividir as experiências, esclarecer as dúvidas. Ter com quem  passar a vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="border-color: windowtext; border-style: none; border-width: 1pt; padding: 0cm;"&gt;Dos  amores que tive, das amizades que tenho, nunca ousei abandonar os  amigos. O amor dos amigos foi o que me acolheu no desamor e na dor.  Felizes são os que têm amigos. Estão salvos da escuridão. Cada um deles é  como um ponto de luz, clareando nossa vida, nossa direção. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="border-color: windowtext; border-style: none; border-width: 1pt; padding: 0cm;"&gt;De  cada amigo levo uma parte, uma lembrança uma façanha, uma aventura. Bom  é construir um caminho com quem te ama. Dar a mão, dar o ombro, dar o  abraço e receber exatamente o mesmo de volta. E sem nem pedir. Ter para  onde correr quando o infinito parece ainda mais longo e ter para onde  voltar quando fugir de si mesmo se tornar cansativo. Os amigos nunca te  deixam só, nunca te deixam perder a fé. Até emprestam a deles, caso isso  seja necessário. Feliz é aquele que não só tem, como é um amigo. Amigo  que é amigo, nunca fica só ou perdido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="border-color: windowtext; border-style: none; border-width: 1pt; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt; padding: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Blog Uma dose de Tequila. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-8897403277632251546?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/8897403277632251546/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/07/amizade.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/8897403277632251546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/8897403277632251546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/07/amizade.html' title='Amizade'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K9OPXeDONqE/ThYz2OyO-pI/AAAAAAAAC3U/JSifwQByhCA/s72-c/amizade22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-6443920565002018332</id><published>2011-06-15T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T14:44:15.006-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CAIO F.'/><title type='text'>INVENTEI VOCÊ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uVb1-wl34YQ/TfjH5abiKtI/AAAAAAAAC0o/PD-9PMBNBK0/s1600/0e7b2104a21a26e8dc94e6fa12e551164fd6870e.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uVb1-wl34YQ/TfjH5abiKtI/AAAAAAAAC0o/PD-9PMBNBK0/s1600/0e7b2104a21a26e8dc94e6fa12e551164fd6870e.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: magenta; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Você não existe. Eu não existo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas estou tão poderoso na minha sede que&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; inventei a você para matar a minha sede imensa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Você está tão forte na sua fragilidade que inventou a mim para matar a sua sede exata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nós nos inventamos um ao outro porque éramos tudo o que precisávamos para continuar vivendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E porque nos inventamos um ao outro, porque éramos tudo o que precisávamos, para continuar vivendo.&lt;br /&gt;E porque nos inventamos, eu te confiro poder sobre o meu destino e você me confere poder sobre o teu destino.&lt;br /&gt;Você me dá seu futuro, eu te ofereço meu passado.&lt;br /&gt;Então e assim, somos presente, passado e futuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tempo infinito num só, esse é o eterno&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-6443920565002018332?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/6443920565002018332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/06/inventei-voce.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/6443920565002018332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/6443920565002018332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/06/inventei-voce.html' title='INVENTEI VOCÊ!'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uVb1-wl34YQ/TfjH5abiKtI/AAAAAAAAC0o/PD-9PMBNBK0/s72-c/0e7b2104a21a26e8dc94e6fa12e551164fd6870e.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-2298875070178254917</id><published>2011-05-30T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T14:59:54.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By flor de lis'/><title type='text'>NÃO ERA AMOR ERA CILADA!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cC5fqjeIuXE/TeR5epahe9I/AAAAAAAACzU/0NHKY2btws0/s1600/5740007763_124345954f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cC5fqjeIuXE/TeR5epahe9I/AAAAAAAACzU/0NHKY2btws0/s320/5740007763_124345954f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Onde não se espera nada, só o sono chegar....Aparece alguém, vindo sei de onde e diz&amp;nbsp; "oi"!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;E aí o estrago foi feito..noites e noites de encontros e desencontros,conselhos.Diria até uma consulta gratuita com uma psicóloga, mas não era era isso que ela queria ser ,um consolo pros dias em que ele brigava com sua amada, ela queria mais,muito mais! Errada ela? Acho que não pq não foi ela que procurou...ela foi achada, mas que fique bem claro: ELA NÃO SE ACHA! Então ficou assim de segunda a quinta, ela era perfeita,psicóloga,amiga,mãe,uma doçura que até então aquele rapaz não tinha experimentado...será mesmo? Tenho minhas dúvidas,mas a última agora, ele quer um favor,ela como sempre ou quase sempre diz...tudo bem o que foi? Me&amp;nbsp; ajude arrumar sua amiga pra um parente!!!!Além de psicóloga foi promovida para pombo correio,assuntos do coração dos outros! Enfim...toda boazinha tem um limite, ela detesta quem promete e não cumpre,quem ilude! Seu amigo das noites frias confia demais nas pessoas...a paciência dele não tem limite a dela tem....quero dizer nem sei se essa moça tem paciência! Se não fosse trágico seria engraçado!&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: small;"&gt;Agora ela cansou, Adeus...cada um que resolva seus problemas, pq como ela diz quem gosta de dar sem nada receber é santa e ela de santa não tem nada!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ENTÃO NÃO ME CONTE SEUS PROBLEMAS...NADA DE TRISTEZA NEM DE DOR! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;BOA NOITE QUERIDOS AMIGOS...E CUIDADO COM AS CILADAS DA INTERNET, PQ TIVE A CERTEZA QUE O DIABO TEM A FALA MANSA,SORRISO LINDO,ELE É PRATICAMENTE PERFEITO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-2298875070178254917?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/2298875070178254917/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/05/em-uma-noite-fria-dessas-pela.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/2298875070178254917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/2298875070178254917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/05/em-uma-noite-fria-dessas-pela.html' title='NÃO ERA AMOR ERA CILADA!!!!'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cC5fqjeIuXE/TeR5epahe9I/AAAAAAAACzU/0NHKY2btws0/s72-c/5740007763_124345954f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-4355464504635046309</id><published>2011-05-30T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T21:22:43.333-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Djavan'/><title type='text'>Meu BEM - QUERER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-evzy2UNQGfk/TeRrVoNPBaI/AAAAAAAACyQ/KNoLF5kWcKc/s1600/Meu+bem+querer.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-evzy2UNQGfk/TeRrVoNPBaI/AAAAAAAACyQ/KNoLF5kWcKc/s320/Meu+bem+querer.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meu bem querer&lt;br /&gt;É segredo, é sagrado&lt;br /&gt;Está sacramentado&lt;br /&gt;Em meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Meu bem querer&lt;br /&gt;Tem um quê de pecado&lt;br /&gt;Acariciado pela emoção&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meu bem querer&lt;br /&gt;Meu encanto, estou sofrendo tanto&lt;br /&gt;Amor, e o que é o sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Para mim que estou&lt;br /&gt;Jurado pra morrer de amor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-4355464504635046309?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/4355464504635046309/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/05/meu-bem-querer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/4355464504635046309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/4355464504635046309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/05/meu-bem-querer.html' title='Meu BEM - QUERER'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-evzy2UNQGfk/TeRrVoNPBaI/AAAAAAAACyQ/KNoLF5kWcKc/s72-c/Meu+bem+querer.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-68715878766157566</id><published>2011-05-18T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T18:02:11.120-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CAIO F.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zhTrPXFHxOc/TWP1V8sW44I/AAAAAAAACMc/bwftg0DJDPE/s1600/FLY-0072.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zhTrPXFHxOc/TWP1V8sW44I/AAAAAAAACMc/bwftg0DJDPE/s1600/FLY-0072.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Estranho  e que ela já apanhou demais da vida. Essa moça tem relacionamentos  estranhos, acho que ela está condicionada a ser uma pessoa substituta. E  quem não é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Mas  finjo de adulto, digo coisas falsamente sábias, faço caras sérias,  responsáveis. Engano, mistifico. Disfarço esta sede de ti, meu amor que  nunca veio - viria? virá? - e minto não, já não preciso. Preciso sim,  preciso tanto. Alguém que aceite tanto meus sonos demorados quanto  minhas insônias insuportáveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8003600041911498649-68715878766157566?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/68715878766157566/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/05/estranho-e-que-ela-ja-apanhou-demais-da.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/68715878766157566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/68715878766157566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/05/estranho-e-que-ela-ja-apanhou-demais-da.html' title=''/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zhTrPXFHxOc/TWP1V8sW44I/AAAAAAAACMc/bwftg0DJDPE/s72-c/FLY-0072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-4087895305477560548</id><published>2011-05-18T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T17:41:43.867-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CAIO F.'/><title type='text'>Caio sempre fala por mim..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HTM1oFuAuXs/TWQFLOm0s5I/AAAAAAAACOk/vjsvyBchW2I/s1600/yanire.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="183" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HTM1oFuAuXs/TWQFLOm0s5I/AAAAAAAACOk/vjsvyBchW2I/s320/yanire.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;“M&lt;/span&gt;e  mande mentalmente coisas boas. Estou tendo uns dias difíceis, mas nada,  nada de grave. Dias escuros sem sorrisos, sem risadas de verdade. Dias  tristes, vontade de fazer nada, só dormir. &lt;/i&gt;Dormir porque o mundo dos  sonhos é melhor, porque meus desejos valem de algo, dormir porque não  há tormentos enquanto sonho, e eu posso tornar tudo realidade. Quando  acordo, vejo que meus sonhos não passam disso, sonhos; e é assim que  cada dia começa: desejando que não tivesse começado, desejando viver no  mundo dos sonhos, ou transformar meu mundo real num lugar que eu possa  viver, não sobreviver.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-4087895305477560548?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/4087895305477560548/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/05/caio-sempre-fala-por-mim_643.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/4087895305477560548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/4087895305477560548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/05/caio-sempre-fala-por-mim_643.html' title='Caio sempre fala por mim..'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HTM1oFuAuXs/TWQFLOm0s5I/AAAAAAAACOk/vjsvyBchW2I/s72-c/yanire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-311798829034197049</id><published>2011-05-18T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T17:37:53.793-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CAIO F.'/><title type='text'>Caio sempre fala por mim..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zbxv-1hFCzM/TdRmVWzL1mI/AAAAAAAACxE/eoaINgBISno/s1600/4799646423_0f3b629447_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zbxv-1hFCzM/TdRmVWzL1mI/AAAAAAAACxE/eoaINgBISno/s320/4799646423_0f3b629447_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"É&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;assim  o nosso ciclo. Eu te preciso. Perto, longe, tanto faz. (..) Ah, e eu  estou te esperando, com meu vestido curto, óculos escuros grandes e meu  coração pulsando forte, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;e te abraçar até sentir o mundo girar apenas para nós. É, eu gosto muito de ti."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/8003600041911498649-311798829034197049?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/311798829034197049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/05/caio-sempre-fala-por-mim_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/311798829034197049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/311798829034197049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/05/caio-sempre-fala-por-mim_18.html' title='Caio sempre fala por mim..'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zbxv-1hFCzM/TdRmVWzL1mI/AAAAAAAACxE/eoaINgBISno/s72-c/4799646423_0f3b629447_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-1135671672723782368</id><published>2011-05-18T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T17:30:53.533-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CAIO F.'/><title type='text'>Caio sempre fala por mim..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aII5mEhQUb8/TWP2TPVlDtI/AAAAAAAACNk/ifWdQgoL5Qg/s1600/tumblr_l7ddevU7nw1qb9e3to1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aII5mEhQUb8/TWP2TPVlDtI/AAAAAAAACNk/ifWdQgoL5Qg/s320/tumblr_l7ddevU7nw1qb9e3to1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"C&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;onfesso  que ando muito cansada, sabe? Mas um cansaço diferente. Um cansaço de  não querer mais reclamar, de não querer pedir, de não fazer nada, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;de deixar as coisas acontecerem."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 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/8003600041911498649-1135671672723782368?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/1135671672723782368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/05/caio-sempre-fala-por-mim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/1135671672723782368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/1135671672723782368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/05/caio-sempre-fala-por-mim.html' title='Caio sempre fala por mim..'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aII5mEhQUb8/TWP2TPVlDtI/AAAAAAAACNk/ifWdQgoL5Qg/s72-c/tumblr_l7ddevU7nw1qb9e3to1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-1307564483046767247</id><published>2011-05-18T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T17:26:46.043-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ANA JÁCOMO'/><title type='text'>TUDO PASSA....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8NeVdZlRRmQ/TWMsd6rnSWI/AAAAAAAACKY/KZYSjU7O19s/s1600/P%25C3%25B4r+do+sol+01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8NeVdZlRRmQ/TWMsd6rnSWI/AAAAAAAACKY/KZYSjU7O19s/s320/P%25C3%25B4r+do+sol+01.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;udo  passa, o que queremos e o que não queremos que passe, a tristeza e o  alívio coabitam no espaço desta certeza. Eu não tenho muitas respostas. O  que eu tenho é fé. A lembrança de que as perguntas mudam. &lt;b&gt;Um modo  de acreditar que os tiquinhos de sol possam sorrir o suficiente para  desarmar a sisudez nublada de alguns céus. E uma vontade bonita, toda  minha, de crescer”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&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/8003600041911498649-1307564483046767247?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/1307564483046767247/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/05/tudo-passa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/1307564483046767247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/1307564483046767247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/05/tudo-passa.html' title='TUDO PASSA....'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8NeVdZlRRmQ/TWMsd6rnSWI/AAAAAAAACKY/KZYSjU7O19s/s72-c/P%25C3%25B4r+do+sol+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-7994079210944986900</id><published>2011-05-17T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T07:23:55.870-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHICO XAVIER'/><title type='text'>Sil...te admiro tanto...uma mulher de aço e de flores!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tudo é amor.&lt;br /&gt;Até o ódio, o qual julgas&lt;br /&gt;ser a antítese do amor,&lt;br /&gt;nada mais, é senão o próprio amor&lt;br /&gt;que adoeceu gravemente.&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/-2uHkrItu1jw/TdKE0XA3kKI/AAAAAAAACw8/WmPt-OpBEIo/s1600/OgAAAOWzNOuGqx1qamf0nFs-xyYU-2W3JD6q2tz6uaA_2i35vflO-7uhtdjsaKYtWA5XOSPU2CNmzLUjKEJZ5HWtys4Am1T1UC-b-gWdq3gKuJEfLlN3TpKkoYmd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2uHkrItu1jw/TdKE0XA3kKI/AAAAAAAACw8/WmPt-OpBEIo/s320/OgAAAOWzNOuGqx1qamf0nFs-xyYU-2W3JD6q2tz6uaA_2i35vflO-7uhtdjsaKYtWA5XOSPU2CNmzLUjKEJZ5HWtys4Am1T1UC-b-gWdq3gKuJEfLlN3TpKkoYmd.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--SE9Frix38I/TVtdW0ThYjI/AAAAAAAACGc/8Y8flscdVFY/s1600/OQAAAF5APiw4HoQTvd9EQEzxANoNuZqrwRfAFRGD_OEHQOmDmqfdJmaIZkFC2fHhTYHvQTEIb_sP-0B2PjPVQxPpVg4Am1T1UJzMHQ8ue3UxfhrTAKvH2gL16zIt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--SE9Frix38I/TVtdW0ThYjI/AAAAAAAACGc/8Y8flscdVFY/s1600/OQAAAF5APiw4HoQTvd9EQEzxANoNuZqrwRfAFRGD_OEHQOmDmqfdJmaIZkFC2fHhTYHvQTEIb_sP-0B2PjPVQxPpVg4Am1T1UJzMHQ8ue3UxfhrTAKvH2gL16zIt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tenho um mundo grande. Sonhos maiores ainda. Carrego nos olhos a  suavidade de um sentir desajustado. Sou o que sou. O que fui não  interessa. O que resta é essa normalidade exagerada que não se limita.  Finjo ser normal. E não convenço. Brinco de ser menina, arco-íris, luz e  purpurina. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-1282409719352010527?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/1282409719352010527/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/05/juconsegue-ser-simples-requintadamulher.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/1282409719352010527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/1282409719352010527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/05/juconsegue-ser-simples-requintadamulher.html' title='JÚ....CONSEGUE SER SIMPLES, REQUINTADA,MULHER FATAL E TÃO MENINA....'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--SE9Frix38I/TVtdW0ThYjI/AAAAAAAACGc/8Y8flscdVFY/s72-c/OQAAAF5APiw4HoQTvd9EQEzxANoNuZqrwRfAFRGD_OEHQOmDmqfdJmaIZkFC2fHhTYHvQTEIb_sP-0B2PjPVQxPpVg4Am1T1UJzMHQ8ue3UxfhrTAKvH2gL16zIt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-3700896742592404849</id><published>2011-05-17T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T07:12:15.120-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dom quixote'/><title type='text'>Sonhar.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BjzPGJc_zcA/Tb-EDK34KcI/AAAAAAAACv4/tk7LsCeXFPw/s1600/OgAAAEi5KecCoocl_19oaGSRxA8LQ7TOFQWlUEP8r2mTUIiaMHamQX8x8grAOG8fKo4Di6J8uVjuo0MYCEAXb_DV8r0Am1T1UFpbyCDxCMqGlO7UExDFtTbF19nJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BjzPGJc_zcA/Tb-EDK34KcI/AAAAAAAACv4/tk7LsCeXFPw/s320/OgAAAEi5KecCoocl_19oaGSRxA8LQ7TOFQWlUEP8r2mTUIiaMHamQX8x8grAOG8fKo4Di6J8uVjuo0MYCEAXb_DV8r0Am1T1UFpbyCDxCMqGlO7UExDFtTbF19nJ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/8003600041911498649-3746675911010097782?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/3746675911010097782/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/3746675911010097782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/3746675911010097782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BjzPGJc_zcA/Tb-EDK34KcI/AAAAAAAACv4/tk7LsCeXFPw/s72-c/OgAAAEi5KecCoocl_19oaGSRxA8LQ7TOFQWlUEP8r2mTUIiaMHamQX8x8grAOG8fKo4Di6J8uVjuo0MYCEAXb_DV8r0Am1T1UFpbyCDxCMqGlO7UExDFtTbF19nJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-3653536207499532587</id><published>2011-04-29T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T05:27:26.108-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucas da Silva e Silva'/><title type='text'>LOUCO, APAIXONADO, AMANTE....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Se tem calda de peixe não sei, mas, tens o encanto das sereias que nos  arrastam para onde querem. Me seduz, me leva, me deixa paralisado  esperando algum comando. Junto a noite ela brilha entre as estrelas,  junto ao dia irradia sua beleza refletindo os raios do astro Rei. Se a  natureza tem alguma inveja da humanidade teria dela, mas, dela a própria  natureza sente desejo de ser igual. Deveria ter alguma explicação para  tal magia a qual me seduz, mas, quem precisa de explicação quando seus  olhos sorriem e não precisam de mais nada além do que vê diante de si.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Sonhar  com o amor é sonhar com ela, ser poeta é escrever sobre ela, mas, se  quero conquista-la preciso ser bem mais que um admirador, preciso agir  como quem nada deve, nada espera, nada quer, pois, já tem tudo e também  terá ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;De poeta e admirador, serei um esgrime conquistador. Nada  de esperar, hei de fazer acontecer, quando nossos olhos se encontrarem  num momento qualquer será nosso principio, feitiço ou encanto nenhum  pode contra o amor, nada o paralisa, nada o nega, ela será minha assim  como já sou dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Palavras sinceras, palavras sacanas, não tenho  visto tanta beleza desde quando desci do céu um anjo para tornar-me  humano, fique comigo, me afogue em seus beijos, deixe a lua ser nossa  testemunha até que o sol abençoe nossa união eterna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;http://galdes.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mC9v0ZGArTE/TVjjw-Kt9XI/AAAAAAAACE8/Kr11jIW_JB0/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mC9v0ZGArTE/TVjjw-Kt9XI/AAAAAAAACE8/Kr11jIW_JB0/s1600/images.jpg" /&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/8003600041911498649-3653536207499532587?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/3653536207499532587/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/04/louco-apaixonado-amante.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/3653536207499532587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/3653536207499532587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/04/louco-apaixonado-amante.html' title='LOUCO, APAIXONADO, AMANTE....'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mC9v0ZGArTE/TVjjw-Kt9XI/AAAAAAAACE8/Kr11jIW_JB0/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-462675291741058222</id><published>2011-04-26T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T15:40:38.167-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AMIGOS'/><title type='text'>FELIZ PÁSCOA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0n9WboTGBy8/TXrD6tpBXwI/AAAAAAAACiw/yZYZ-PVH-Oo/s1600/OgAAADsRBQfIr8WtEJFCClnA6r5cm_NQ_7J4LEzfcvsmcCq9hUv0qNZi5Lxu60IbPSjaIOIUjrRYGSJyfoAA2_RkDjgAm1T1UK6XooZ6fKdzNbdZz_pFL9U0E56D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0n9WboTGBy8/TXrD6tpBXwI/AAAAAAAACiw/yZYZ-PVH-Oo/s320/OgAAADsRBQfIr8WtEJFCClnA6r5cm_NQ_7J4LEzfcvsmcCq9hUv0qNZi5Lxu60IbPSjaIOIUjrRYGSJyfoAA2_RkDjgAm1T1UK6XooZ6fKdzNbdZz_pFL9U0E56D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; SEI QUE ESTOU ATRAZADA PARA DESEJAR UMA FELIZ PÁSCOA...MAS É QUE TIVE UM PROBLEMA DE SAÚDE, E NÃO TIVE MUITO ÂNIMO PARA COLOCAR NADA AQUI!MAS QUERIA DIZER A TODOS VOCÊS QUE PASSAM POR AQUI, QUE PENSEI EM TODOS VOCÊS E MESMO EM PENSAMENTO DESEJEI SÓ COISAS BOAS....INDEPENDENTE DE RELIGIÃO! ENTÃO UM BEIJO GRANDE PRA VOCÊS E TUDO DE BOM!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-462675291741058222?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/462675291741058222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/04/feliz-pascoa.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/462675291741058222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/462675291741058222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/04/feliz-pascoa.html' title='FELIZ PÁSCOA'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0n9WboTGBy8/TXrD6tpBXwI/AAAAAAAACiw/yZYZ-PVH-Oo/s72-c/OgAAADsRBQfIr8WtEJFCClnA6r5cm_NQ_7J4LEzfcvsmcCq9hUv0qNZi5Lxu60IbPSjaIOIUjrRYGSJyfoAA2_RkDjgAm1T1UK6XooZ6fKdzNbdZz_pFL9U0E56D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-4434489180635663867</id><published>2011-04-20T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T06:50:23.049-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charles Chaplin'/><title type='text'>SORRI....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D6gcPKnRG-o/TWMskpA22hI/AAAAAAAACK0/XSRn4KqLKEo/s1600/tumblr_lfxnqu8sNB1qbsbszo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D6gcPKnRG-o/TWMskpA22hI/AAAAAAAACK0/XSRn4KqLKEo/s320/tumblr_lfxnqu8sNB1qbsbszo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sorri quando a dor te torturar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #134f5c;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; E a saudade atormentar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #134f5c;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Os teus dias tristonhos vazios&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #134f5c;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #134f5c;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sorri quando tudo terminar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #134f5c;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Quando nada mais restar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #134f5c;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Do teu sonho encantador&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #134f5c;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #134f5c;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sorri quando o sol perder a luz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #134f5c;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; E sentires uma cruz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #134f5c;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Nos teus ombros cansados doridos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #134f5c;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #134f5c;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sorri vai mentindo a sua dor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #134f5c;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; E ao notar que tu sorris&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #134f5c;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Todo mundo irá supor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #134f5c;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Que és feliz.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-4434489180635663867?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/4434489180635663867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/04/sorri.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/4434489180635663867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/4434489180635663867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/04/sorri.html' title='SORRI....'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D6gcPKnRG-o/TWMskpA22hI/AAAAAAAACK0/XSRn4KqLKEo/s72-c/tumblr_lfxnqu8sNB1qbsbszo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-5071760665778863790</id><published>2011-04-20T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T06:43:09.762-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MÚSICA.'/><title type='text'>"Como dizia Cazuza..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2GTkbh3PNQ/Ta7ivmYbG_I/AAAAAAAACvk/isi9VpbK2pc/s1600/l%25C3%25A1bios.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2GTkbh3PNQ/Ta7ivmYbG_I/AAAAAAAACvk/isi9VpbK2pc/s320/l%25C3%25A1bios.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;...O TEU AMOR É UMA MENTIRA QUE A MINHA VAIDADE QUER"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 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/8003600041911498649-5071760665778863790?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/5071760665778863790/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/04/como-dizia-cazuza.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/5071760665778863790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/5071760665778863790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/04/como-dizia-cazuza.html' title='&quot;Como dizia Cazuza..'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2GTkbh3PNQ/Ta7ivmYbG_I/AAAAAAAACvk/isi9VpbK2pc/s72-c/l%25C3%25A1bios.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-5585227492375175465</id><published>2011-04-19T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T17:45:38.612-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fabrício Carpinejar'/><title type='text'>saudade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9YwRoivzOOM/TXrD74VyQWI/AAAAAAAACi0/RrkKnEH9mVQ/s1600/OgAAAGT1Ol08N7MZK7buVSrZ55xkTQsURTwBIMCFf4D--ys1WyewaUpig2GTPmvgqVecIqyMlIayO-NH_5kUCz0nm20Am1T1UAOr3o4bGHhbec39GGlanVV6q-qw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9YwRoivzOOM/TXrD74VyQWI/AAAAAAAACi0/RrkKnEH9mVQ/s320/OgAAAGT1Ol08N7MZK7buVSrZ55xkTQsURTwBIMCFf4D--ys1WyewaUpig2GTPmvgqVecIqyMlIayO-NH_5kUCz0nm20Am1T1UAOr3o4bGHhbec39GGlanVV6q-qw.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;arcele a saudade. Ela é insuportável quando deixamos para lembrar tudo num só dia.”&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/8003600041911498649-5585227492375175465?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/5585227492375175465/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/04/espero-mesmo-que-passe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/5585227492375175465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/5585227492375175465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/04/espero-mesmo-que-passe.html' title='saudade...'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9YwRoivzOOM/TXrD74VyQWI/AAAAAAAACi0/RrkKnEH9mVQ/s72-c/OgAAAGT1Ol08N7MZK7buVSrZ55xkTQsURTwBIMCFf4D--ys1WyewaUpig2GTPmvgqVecIqyMlIayO-NH_5kUCz0nm20Am1T1UAOr3o4bGHhbec39GGlanVV6q-qw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-863448561744839140</id><published>2011-04-19T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T17:17:59.350-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ANA JÁCOMO'/><title type='text'>Á PROCURA DE UM MILAGRE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"Parece milagre, mas as sementes de cura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;começam a florescer nos mesmos jardins onde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;parecia que nenhuma outra flor brotaria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;A alma é sábia: enquanto achamos que só existe dor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;ela trabalha, em silêncio, para tecer o momento novo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E ele chega.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SsxWdR27C7k/TWMsgNOLMrI/AAAAAAAACKk/fG7R6cewBaU/s1600/tumblr_lbsaogOgmp1qzm7cco1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SsxWdR27C7k/TWMsgNOLMrI/AAAAAAAACKk/fG7R6cewBaU/s320/tumblr_lbsaogOgmp1qzm7cco1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&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/8003600041911498649-863448561744839140?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/863448561744839140/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/04/procura-de-um-milagre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/863448561744839140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/863448561744839140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/04/procura-de-um-milagre.html' title='Á PROCURA DE UM MILAGRE...'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SsxWdR27C7k/TWMsgNOLMrI/AAAAAAAACKk/fG7R6cewBaU/s72-c/tumblr_lbsaogOgmp1qzm7cco1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-4033534249922919761</id><published>2011-04-19T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T17:14:05.196-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FILHOS'/><title type='text'>PARA SEMPRE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bi5TGw0ED6Q/Ta4lAVNO_XI/AAAAAAAACvg/C1vw9gktiko/s1600/S6306321.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bi5TGw0ED6Q/Ta4lAVNO_XI/AAAAAAAACvg/C1vw9gktiko/s320/S6306321.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"De uma coisa tenho certeza: que ele vai ser &lt;br /&gt;menino pra sempre. O meu. Mesmo quando tudo for branco. Até quando tudo &lt;br /&gt;for cinza. Na chuva. No sol. Em mim. Porque só ele tem todas as cores no&lt;br /&gt;sorriso. Só ele tem o jeito de me levar pra lugares tão próximos e me &lt;br /&gt;fazer sentir nunca ter estado lá. Ele tem tanta alegria pra me dar... e &lt;br /&gt;às vezes eu preciso tanto! Um desejo de ser sempre assim, moço-menino &lt;br /&gt;para sempre. O meu e o dele. Porque é bonito ver essa parte que não &lt;br /&gt;adultece. Esse espaço onde moro sem pedir. É segredo meu. É tesouro meu.&lt;br /&gt;E mora no meu coração. Mas não é em qualquer lugar. Não. É um lugar &lt;br /&gt;lindo. Colorido e ventilado."(   Vanessa Leonardi)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-4033534249922919761?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/4033534249922919761/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/04/para-sempre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/4033534249922919761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/4033534249922919761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/04/para-sempre.html' title='PARA SEMPRE!'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bi5TGw0ED6Q/Ta4lAVNO_XI/AAAAAAAACvg/C1vw9gktiko/s72-c/S6306321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-207531713036101993</id><published>2011-04-16T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T18:25:34.910-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CLARICE LISPECTOR'/><title type='text'>CLARICEANDO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cGtkIMFd8-s/TapBXFRA6mI/AAAAAAAACuw/-zMwnXf-uK0/s1600/tumblr_lcba99bYtf1qehc9io1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cGtkIMFd8-s/TapBXFRA6mI/AAAAAAAACuw/-zMwnXf-uK0/s320/tumblr_lcba99bYtf1qehc9io1_400.jpg" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"&gt;"Deste-me inocentemente a mão, e porque eu a segurava é que tive coragem de me afundar. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas não procures entender-me, faze-me apenas companhia. Sei que tua mão me largaria, se soubesse."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Clarice Lispector em: A Paixão Segundo G.H)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-207531713036101993?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/207531713036101993/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/04/clariceando_16.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/207531713036101993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/207531713036101993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/04/clariceando_16.html' title='CLARICEANDO.'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cGtkIMFd8-s/TapBXFRA6mI/AAAAAAAACuw/-zMwnXf-uK0/s72-c/tumblr_lcba99bYtf1qehc9io1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-3789755089258170960</id><published>2011-04-16T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T18:34:43.836-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CLARICE LISPECTOR'/><title type='text'>CLARICEANDO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"A outra mão dele, a livre, está ao alcance dela. Ela sabe e não a toma. Tem exatamente o que precisa: Pode ter."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2gXcYoq_-_0/TapDmf9zEBI/AAAAAAAACu0/gPdqJSiUlho/s1600/80-maoscomborbolet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2gXcYoq_-_0/TapDmf9zEBI/AAAAAAAACu0/gPdqJSiUlho/s1600/80-maoscomborbolet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/8003600041911498649-3789755089258170960?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/3789755089258170960/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/04/clariceando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/3789755089258170960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/3789755089258170960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/04/clariceando.html' title='CLARICEANDO.'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2gXcYoq_-_0/TapDmf9zEBI/AAAAAAAACu0/gPdqJSiUlho/s72-c/80-maoscomborbolet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-2602558051686214290</id><published>2011-04-11T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T11:33:08.712-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MARTHA MEDEIROS.'/><title type='text'>SAUDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0ATlBv-5I4/TaNJPw_gxCI/AAAAAAAACug/ALVAayn88r4/s1600/Anel-0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0ATlBv-5I4/TaNJPw_gxCI/AAAAAAAACug/ALVAayn88r4/s320/Anel-0.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saudade a gente tem é dos pedaços de nós que ficam pelo caminho.&lt;br /&gt;Derreto  no sofá da sala e nem está quente. Pés com meias, mas mãos vazias, a  aliança voltando a ser mais que um anel. Poderia pegar o telefone e  chamá-lo, vamos nos ver mais uma vez, e talvez ele respondesse sim,  também sentindo sua falta, e lá iríamos rumo a um local qualquer, onde  recordaríamos aquela paixão prometida, mas que foi insuficiente para se  cumprir. Parece fácil, mas choro um pouco mais, pois ele tem também seus  pedaços para resgatar, e os dele não estão onde perdi os meus.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;(DIVÃ) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-2602558051686214290?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/2602558051686214290/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/04/saudade.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/2602558051686214290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/2602558051686214290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/04/saudade.html' title='SAUDADE'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0ATlBv-5I4/TaNJPw_gxCI/AAAAAAAACug/ALVAayn88r4/s72-c/Anel-0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-3941948164377358160</id><published>2011-04-11T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T11:24:49.082-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MARTHA MEDEIROS.'/><title type='text'>DIVÃ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eQzPOjaOV6Q/TaNHTwpe1bI/AAAAAAAACuc/7uAElE393gA/s1600/paixao6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eQzPOjaOV6Q/TaNHTwpe1bI/AAAAAAAACuc/7uAElE393gA/s320/paixao6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nos poucos instantes em que ficávamos juntos, éramos só eu e ele, eu  não levava ninguém junto comigo ao nossos encontros, nem a culpa, nem a  lembrança de casa, nem as palavras da Bíblia. Nunca tirei a aliança do  dedo, e ela ali também não trazia um passado ou um recado: era só um  anel. Como uma advogada de defesa de mim mesma, devolvi a liberdade para  aquela parte de mim que o casamento havia isolado, mas o cara desertou  da minha vida e voltei para minha liberdade condicional, condicionada à  sociedade e aos meus sonhos de menina, uma menina que já não sou e que  já não sonha. A saudade que sinto é na verdade a saudade daquela que  durante ma hora, ou hora e meia, uma vez por semana, ou duas, tirava  férias do calendário, uma mulher sem antes e sem depois.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-3941948164377358160?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/3941948164377358160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/04/diva.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/3941948164377358160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/3941948164377358160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/04/diva.html' title='DIVÃ'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eQzPOjaOV6Q/TaNHTwpe1bI/AAAAAAAACuc/7uAElE393gA/s72-c/paixao6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-2508205270813832807</id><published>2011-04-07T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T20:31:42.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FILHOS'/><title type='text'>MEU CORAÇÃO FICA TÃO APERTADO....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-akjzYo2B5fM/TZ6BSenA8XI/AAAAAAAACuY/orG3nYU8F4A/s1600/DSC00700.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-akjzYo2B5fM/TZ6BSenA8XI/AAAAAAAACuY/orG3nYU8F4A/s320/DSC00700.JPG" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif,Verdana; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,tahoma,arial,sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;HOJE MEU FILHO FILLIPI COLOCOU NO SEU PERFIL DO ORKUT.....ESTOU COMPARTILHANDO COM VOCÊS ESSA CAMINHADA DELE, DE SONHO E TAMBÉM MUITO DURA PRA QUEM TEM 15 ANOS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif,Verdana; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,tahoma,arial,sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif,Verdana; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,tahoma,arial,sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif,Verdana; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,tahoma,arial,sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;A  maioria pensa que Futebol só traz alegria, que é uma forma fácil de&amp;nbsp;ter  sucesso! Mas não é essa a realidade! Ficar longe da família, dos&amp;nbsp;amigos  de infância, abrir mão de diversas coisas, não é nem um pouco&amp;nbsp;fácil!  Ver que todos levam uma vida normal aproveitando da idade e você&amp;nbsp;sendo  obrigada a virar adulto muito antes da hora, ter&amp;nbsp;responsabilidades,  saber encarar as malandragens da vida! Ter que&amp;nbsp;dormir cedo na sexta  feira para o jogo de sábado de manhã, enquanto&amp;nbsp;suas amigos saem para se  divertir a km de distancia! Fora os dias em&amp;nbsp;que você treinou mal e se  perguntou, pq ainda estou aqui, sofrendo? Já&amp;nbsp;encontrei a resposta para  isso! Essa é a Vida que EU escolhi para mim e&amp;nbsp;apesar de todas as  tristezas, da saudade das pessoas que amo, eu sei&amp;nbsp;que vou ser muito  feliz fazendo isso, pois quando entro em campo, sou&amp;nbsp;outro, esqueço todos  os problemas e lá eu sou feliz! E assim como eu já&amp;nbsp;sofri e vou sofrer  sei que virá a recompensa, pois nada disso é em&amp;nbsp;vão''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-2508205270813832807?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/2508205270813832807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/04/meu-coracao-fica-tao-apertado.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/2508205270813832807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/2508205270813832807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/04/meu-coracao-fica-tao-apertado.html' title='MEU CORAÇÃO FICA TÃO APERTADO....'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-akjzYo2B5fM/TZ6BSenA8XI/AAAAAAAACuY/orG3nYU8F4A/s72-c/DSC00700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-7655550424378857810</id><published>2011-04-05T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T19:12:27.810-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MARTHA MEDEIROS.'/><title type='text'>MARTHA MEDEIROS SEMPRE FALA POR MIM!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dPoYbnh7_7Q/TZvKHftLMSI/AAAAAAAACpQ/QHyxh-iLFIg/s1600/Imagens%252Bextraordin%25C3%25A1rias%252BXI%252B%252837%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dPoYbnh7_7Q/TZvKHftLMSI/AAAAAAAACpQ/QHyxh-iLFIg/s320/Imagens%252Bextraordin%25C3%25A1rias%252BXI%252B%252837%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;“Todo  ser humano é um quebra-cabeças composto por muitas peças e, concordo  com Almodóvar: nós, do sexo feminino, fazemos parte daqueles jogos mais  complicados, difíceis de montar. Quantos pedaços formam uma mulher?  Tantos que ela vive incompleta.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Martha Medeiros – Non-Stop&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/8003600041911498649-7655550424378857810?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/7655550424378857810/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-szsGapV51VY/TZvHLTMPDGI/AAAAAAAACpM/zM4tf_sxqig/s72-c/139.jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-3256171638899328573</id><published>2011-04-05T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T13:45:41.015-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MARTHA MEDEIROS.'/><title type='text'>PERGUNTAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Quantas vezes você andava na rua e sentiu um perfume e lembrou de alguém que gosta muito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; Quantas vezes você olhou para uma paisagem em uma foto, e não se imaginou lá com alguém... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; Quantas vezes você estava do lado de alguém, e sua cabeça não estava ali? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; Alguma vez você já se arrependeu de algo que falou dois segundos depois de ter falado? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; Você deve ter visto que aquele filme, que vocês dois viram juntos no cinema, vai passar na TV... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; E você gelou porque o bom daquele momento já passou... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; E aquela música que você não gosta de ouvir porque lembra algo ou alguém que você quer esquecer mas não consegue? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; Não teve aquele dia em que tudo deu errado, mas que no finzinho aconteceu algo maravilhoso? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; E aquele dia em que tudo deu certo, exceto pelo final que estragou tudo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; Você já chorou por que lembrou de alguém que amava e não pôde dizer isso para essa pessoa? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; Você já reencontrou um grande amor do passado e viu que ele mudou? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; Para essas perguntas existem muitas respostas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; Mas o importante sobre elas não é a resposta em si... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; Mas sim o sentimento... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; Todos nós amamos, erramos ou julgamos mal... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; Todos nós já fizemos uma coisa quando o coração mandava fazer outra... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; Então, qual a moral disso tudo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; Nem tudo sai como planejamos portanto, uma coisa é certa... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; Não continue pensando em suas fraquezas e erros, faça tudo que puder para ser feliz hoje! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; Não deite com mágoas no coração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; Não durma sem ao menos fazer uma pessoa feliz! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; E comece com você mesmo!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/Martha_Medeiros/"&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/8003600041911498649-3256171638899328573?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/3256171638899328573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/04/perguntas.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/3256171638899328573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/3256171638899328573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/04/perguntas.html' title='PERGUNTAS'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-3630883332173945196</id><published>2011-03-30T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T20:00:06.716-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ginna Gaiotti'/><title type='text'>QUEM SOU EU?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,sans-serif,Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin: 0px; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 585px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FEM9OHWQhIs/TZPuI-L6oLI/AAAAAAAACo4/mqSb3RpN_Cs/s1600/images+MM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FEM9OHWQhIs/TZPuI-L6oLI/AAAAAAAACo4/mqSb3RpN_Cs/s1600/images+MM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;sou uma mulher tão complexa assim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Tu que és uma pessoa muito óbvia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;simplória, comum e previsível demais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;para decifrar-me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Por que queres &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;entender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;quem realmente sou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Desista! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Talvez não seja tão fácil como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;pensou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Outras pessoas já tentaram &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;em vão me definir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;mas desistiram &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;rápido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;antes de se magoarem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Deixa adormecido o que guardo dentro de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Pois,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;só de fato me conheceu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;quem um dia me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;amou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00b0f0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-3630883332173945196?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/3630883332173945196/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/quem-sou-eu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/3630883332173945196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/3630883332173945196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/quem-sou-eu.html' title='QUEM SOU EU?'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FEM9OHWQhIs/TZPuI-L6oLI/AAAAAAAACo4/mqSb3RpN_Cs/s72-c/images+MM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-770289823756036442</id><published>2011-03-30T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T19:46:13.782-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AFONSO ESTEBANEZ'/><title type='text'>SOLIDÃO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008400;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Qualquer solidão é um limite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008400;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;da ausência de nós  mesmos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008400;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É quando a gente olha para o jardim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008400;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;e percebe que não é mais  primavera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008400;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É quando a gente se mira no espelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008400;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;e já não sabe mais quem  era.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008400;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Isto é qualquer solidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008400;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas a solidão de fato é aquela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008400;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;que se  sente e não se sabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008400;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;o que fazer com ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008400;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É quando se perdeu o senso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008400;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;a  alma e a primavera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008400;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;e nada mais resta a fazer... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008400;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Só o amor pode gritar:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008400;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“– Eu preciso de você!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008400;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_S_SqaE4NWs/TWP1CQ5jkXI/AAAAAAAACLc/wIEm76a3H9k/s1600/02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_S_SqaE4NWs/TWP1CQ5jkXI/AAAAAAAACLc/wIEm76a3H9k/s320/02.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: 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href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/solidao.html' title='SOLIDÃO.'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_S_SqaE4NWs/TWP1CQ5jkXI/AAAAAAAACLc/wIEm76a3H9k/s72-c/02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-4303904645641224907</id><published>2011-03-30T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T19:23:16.714-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TATI LEMOS'/><title type='text'>PRECISO RECOMEÇAR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nkEZBeDCdyE/TWMsefdAr3I/AAAAAAAACKc/7ToX3Q_Yzco/s1600/tumblr_l7pfn7hxBo1qcl1vfo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nkEZBeDCdyE/TWMsefdAr3I/AAAAAAAACKc/7ToX3Q_Yzco/s320/tumblr_l7pfn7hxBo1qcl1vfo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #274e13; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;É menina. a vida tá recém começando, então trate de vive-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #274e13; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Respira fundo, faz cara de mulherão e age como quem sabe o que fazer com a vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #274e13; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-4303904645641224907?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/4303904645641224907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nkEZBeDCdyE/TWMsefdAr3I/AAAAAAAACKc/7ToX3Q_Yzco/s72-c/tumblr_l7pfn7hxBo1qcl1vfo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-6763522610909297703</id><published>2011-03-30T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T20:05:28.451-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CAIO F.'/><title type='text'>CAIO SEMPRE FALA  POR  NÓS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G-VFsrgEiiM/TZOQcFH00mI/AAAAAAAACow/cEfyZf8LK6w/s1600/Mo%25C3%25A7o_se+_despendindo+_da+mo%25C3%25A7a_partindo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G-VFsrgEiiM/TZOQcFH00mI/AAAAAAAACow/cEfyZf8LK6w/s320/Mo%25C3%25A7o_se+_despendindo+_da+mo%25C3%25A7a_partindo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #351c75; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;'Tenho sido feliz, mas sempre penso em você. Mais de tardezinha que de manhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #351c75; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Sabe,  eu me perguntava até que ponto você era aquilo que eu via em você ou  apenas aquilo que eu queria ver em você. Eu queria saber até que ponto  você não era apenas uma projeção daquilo que eu sentia, e se era assim,  até quando eu conseguiria ver em você todas essas coisas que me  “fascinavam” e que no fundo, sempre no fundo, talvez nem fossem suas,  mas minhas, e eu pensava que amar era só conseguir ver, e desamar era  não mais conseguir ver, entende?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;É engraçado pensar que por um longo tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;eu quis tanto ser a sua paz&lt;/b&gt;,  quis tanto que você fosse o meu encontro. Quis tanto dar, tanto  receber. Quis precisar, sem exigências. E sem solicitações, aceitar o  que me era dado. Sem ir além, compreende? Não queria pedir mais do que  você tinha, assim como eu não daria mais do que dispunha, por limitação  humana. MAS O QUE EU TINHA, ERA SEU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;E com todas essas coisas eu paro e penso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;se você tivesse ficado, teria sido diferente?&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/8003600041911498649-6763522610909297703?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/6763522610909297703/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/caio-sempre-fala-por-nos_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/6763522610909297703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/6763522610909297703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/caio-sempre-fala-por-nos_30.html' title='CAIO SEMPRE FALA  POR  NÓS!'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G-VFsrgEiiM/TZOQcFH00mI/AAAAAAAACow/cEfyZf8LK6w/s72-c/Mo%25C3%25A7o_se+_despendindo+_da+mo%25C3%25A7a_partindo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-3290232546353604622</id><published>2011-03-30T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T18:24:08.105-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VERONICA H.'/><title type='text'></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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQEWes_D8uU/TWP1FQ9pajI/AAAAAAAACLo/8DZU8iw_36I/s1600/12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQEWes_D8uU/TWP1FQ9pajI/AAAAAAAACLo/8DZU8iw_36I/s1600/12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Estou sempre de partida, malas feitas, portas trancadas, chave em punho. No fundo eu quero dizer &lt;i&gt;"Me  impede de ir. Fica parado na minha frente e fala que eu tenho lugar por  aqui, que não preciso abandonar tudo cada vez que a solidão me derruba.  Me ajuda a levar a vida menos a sério, porque é só vida, afinal."&lt;/i&gt; E acabo calada, porque não faz sentido dizer tudo isso sem ter pra quem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só numa multidão de amores - Verônica H. )&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-3290232546353604622?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/3290232546353604622/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/estou-sempre-de-partida-malas-feitas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/3290232546353604622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/3290232546353604622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/estou-sempre-de-partida-malas-feitas.html' title=''/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQEWes_D8uU/TWP1FQ9pajI/AAAAAAAACLo/8DZU8iw_36I/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-1364976257114554594</id><published>2011-03-29T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T18:38:39.049-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Claudina Ramire'/><title type='text'>PÔR DO SOL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0n9WboTGBy8/TXrD6tpBXwI/AAAAAAAACiw/yZYZ-PVH-Oo/s1600/OgAAADsRBQfIr8WtEJFCClnA6r5cm_NQ_7J4LEzfcvsmcCq9hUv0qNZi5Lxu60IbPSjaIOIUjrRYGSJyfoAA2_RkDjgAm1T1UK6XooZ6fKdzNbdZz_pFL9U0E56D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0n9WboTGBy8/TXrD6tpBXwI/AAAAAAAACiw/yZYZ-PVH-Oo/s320/OgAAADsRBQfIr8WtEJFCClnA6r5cm_NQ_7J4LEzfcvsmcCq9hUv0qNZi5Lxu60IbPSjaIOIUjrRYGSJyfoAA2_RkDjgAm1T1UK6XooZ6fKdzNbdZz_pFL9U0E56D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"No pôr-do-sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;está a mostra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;de que o que é luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;ainda que se apague,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;sempre volta."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-1364976257114554594?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/1364976257114554594/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/por-do-sol.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/1364976257114554594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/1364976257114554594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/por-do-sol.html' title='PÔR DO SOL.'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0n9WboTGBy8/TXrD6tpBXwI/AAAAAAAACiw/yZYZ-PVH-Oo/s72-c/OgAAADsRBQfIr8WtEJFCClnA6r5cm_NQ_7J4LEzfcvsmcCq9hUv0qNZi5Lxu60IbPSjaIOIUjrRYGSJyfoAA2_RkDjgAm1T1UK6XooZ6fKdzNbdZz_pFL9U0E56D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-4613472915419075060</id><published>2011-03-29T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T05:15:27.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TATI BERNARDI'/><title type='text'>SIMPLES ASSIM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--jLW0yKBruE/TZKG8FP2i6I/AAAAAAAACok/eh0g5v0hDwU/s1600/brad_pitt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--jLW0yKBruE/TZKG8FP2i6I/AAAAAAAACok/eh0g5v0hDwU/s320/brad_pitt.jpg" width="229" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Quando ele sorri desarmado, limitado e impotente, pára todas as minhas dúvidas, inconstâncias e chatices, eu sei que&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; é daquele sorriso que minha alma precisava..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-4613472915419075060?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/4613472915419075060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/simples-assim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/4613472915419075060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/4613472915419075060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/simples-assim.html' title='SIMPLES ASSIM!'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--jLW0yKBruE/TZKG8FP2i6I/AAAAAAAACok/eh0g5v0hDwU/s72-c/brad_pitt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-8270175102423272026</id><published>2011-03-29T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T17:51:05.801-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MARTHA MEDEIROS.'/><title type='text'>MARTHA MEDEIROS SEMPRE FALA POR MIM!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m3DKI5DHSRo/TZHS2-0pDxI/AAAAAAAACoY/snAnBJtK3pQ/s1600/anjos_e_demonios_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="289" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m3DKI5DHSRo/TZHS2-0pDxI/AAAAAAAACoY/snAnBJtK3pQ/s320/anjos_e_demonios_2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tenho juizo, mas não faço tudo certo, afinal todo paraíso precisa de um pouco de inferno!&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/8003600041911498649-8270175102423272026?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/8270175102423272026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/martha-medeiros-sempre-fala-por-mim_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/8270175102423272026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/8270175102423272026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/martha-medeiros-sempre-fala-por-mim_29.html' title='MARTHA MEDEIROS SEMPRE FALA POR MIM!!!'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m3DKI5DHSRo/TZHS2-0pDxI/AAAAAAAACoY/snAnBJtK3pQ/s72-c/anjos_e_demonios_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-7163613457960204937</id><published>2011-03-29T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T05:39:10.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CLARICE LISPECTOR'/><title type='text'>CLARICEANDO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8_abA_7ALfc/TZHS1SoX_UI/AAAAAAAACoU/x5MTCdATQ2c/s1600/MULHER%252520MACA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8_abA_7ALfc/TZHS1SoX_UI/AAAAAAAACoU/x5MTCdATQ2c/s1600/MULHER%252520MACA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;O pecado me atrai, o que é proibido me fascina!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="aut"&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/8003600041911498649-7163613457960204937?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/7163613457960204937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/clariceando_29.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/7163613457960204937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/7163613457960204937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/clariceando_29.html' title='CLARICEANDO.'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8_abA_7ALfc/TZHS1SoX_UI/AAAAAAAACoU/x5MTCdATQ2c/s72-c/MULHER%252520MACA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-7812146468019972997</id><published>2011-03-28T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T21:16:37.981-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MÚSICA.'/><title type='text'>Voce vai lembrar de mim - Nenhum de nós.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QGia8tCtHDM/TZFaIE818zI/AAAAAAAACoM/Q_8Tjhn9It0/s1600/beijo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QGia8tCtHDM/TZFaIE818zI/AAAAAAAACoM/Q_8Tjhn9It0/s320/beijo.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;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/byJFiJ4D_TM?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-7812146468019972997?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/7812146468019972997/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/voce-vai-lembrar-de-mim-nenhum-de-nos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/7812146468019972997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/7812146468019972997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/voce-vai-lembrar-de-mim-nenhum-de-nos.html' title='Voce vai lembrar de mim - Nenhum de nós.'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QGia8tCtHDM/TZFaIE818zI/AAAAAAAACoM/Q_8Tjhn9It0/s72-c/beijo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-3903737497503808621</id><published>2011-03-27T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T20:07:28.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erica Jon'/><title type='text'>SABEDORIA É.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cCdMA26BS1c/TY_7OD5Hz_I/AAAAAAAACn0/0XqTo3FnZ28/s1600/ELIANA+OK.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="169" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cCdMA26BS1c/TY_7OD5Hz_I/AAAAAAAACn0/0XqTo3FnZ28/s320/ELIANA+OK.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"S&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ei&lt;br /&gt;apenas que prefiro ser a mulher para quem ele corre do que aquela de&lt;br /&gt;quem ele foge e de certa forma garanti essa situação não ficando por&lt;br /&gt;perto".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-3903737497503808621?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/3903737497503808621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/sabedoria-e.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/3903737497503808621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/3903737497503808621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/sabedoria-e.html' title='SABEDORIA É.....'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cCdMA26BS1c/TY_7OD5Hz_I/AAAAAAAACn0/0XqTo3FnZ28/s72-c/ELIANA+OK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-3168816375946257662</id><published>2011-03-27T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T19:54:16.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CAIO F.'/><title type='text'>CAIO SEMPRE FALA  POR  NÓS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ndeg1crutiI/TY_4K_27e-I/AAAAAAAACnw/hmfwhANugdA/s1600/amor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ndeg1crutiI/TY_4K_27e-I/AAAAAAAACnw/hmfwhANugdA/s320/amor.jpg" width="273" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;"Eu dizia que "gostava" de você, que sentia saudade de você, que eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;precisava de você, que eu "não conseguia viver sem você". Mas não era &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;amor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br style="color: #351c75;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-3168816375946257662?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/3168816375946257662/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/caio-sempre-fala-por-nos_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/3168816375946257662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/3168816375946257662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/caio-sempre-fala-por-nos_27.html' title='CAIO SEMPRE FALA  POR  NÓS!'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ndeg1crutiI/TY_4K_27e-I/AAAAAAAACnw/hmfwhANugdA/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-8910051679931290546</id><published>2011-03-27T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T19:45:59.839-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FILMES'/><title type='text'>EU ADORO DON JUAN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ymyW7lckRpg/TY_2RR9yu1I/AAAAAAAACns/Rkc7sgs0xSo/s1600/djd010..DON+JUAN.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ymyW7lckRpg/TY_2RR9yu1I/AAAAAAAACns/Rkc7sgs0xSo/s1600/djd010..DON+JUAN.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Conquistar é um talento;&lt;br /&gt;É atrair quem tu desejas;&lt;br /&gt;Ser meticuloso(a) e saber usar o charme;&lt;br /&gt;É fazer quem te olha ficar feliz...&lt;br /&gt;Pra toda arte há um mestre;&lt;br /&gt;E na arte da conquista, Eis Dom Juan DeMarco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A  beleza é a promessa do prazer. O prazer é a insinuação da felicidade e  esta, a contemplação do paraíso desejado. Mas beleza por si só não gera  sedução. Sedução se faz com coisas mínimas, discretas e quase  imperceptíveis."&lt;br /&gt;(Dom Juan DeMarco)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-8910051679931290546?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/8910051679931290546/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu-adoro-don-juan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/8910051679931290546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/8910051679931290546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu-adoro-don-juan.html' title='EU ADORO DON JUAN!'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ymyW7lckRpg/TY_2RR9yu1I/AAAAAAAACns/Rkc7sgs0xSo/s72-c/djd010..DON+JUAN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-4003762140905792911</id><published>2011-03-25T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T05:02:49.011-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FILHOS'/><title type='text'>"FILLIPI"</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="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kMozBzwhNPk/TYwJ8Bemz6I/AAAAAAAACmU/pQqJoZgAMwY/s1600/OgAAAH5kVh-DkgGSSrChcYzcSpNiMv2Oc-r_gtxdwPz0ERzQJXfIMYY_Sa7Wim_n_4WkytLMuSaVt1kkJo-cdw9y_NsAm1T1UKpGRxU95z0zdWaVAdilvcW4SPYu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kMozBzwhNPk/TYwJ8Bemz6I/AAAAAAAACmU/pQqJoZgAMwY/s320/OgAAAH5kVh-DkgGSSrChcYzcSpNiMv2Oc-r_gtxdwPz0ERzQJXfIMYY_Sa7Wim_n_4WkytLMuSaVt1kkJo-cdw9y_NsAm1T1UKpGRxU95z0zdWaVAdilvcW4SPYu.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brasilisfc.com/"&gt;http://www.brasilis.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brasilisfc.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;COMO  ALGUNS SABEM TENHO 3 FILHOS,HENRIQUE DE 19, FILLIPI DE 15 E MARIA  CLAUDIA DE 12....O FILLIPI EM JANEIRO SE MUDOU PARA ÁGUAS DE  LINDÓIA,PASSOU EM UMA PENEIRADA AQUI E FEZ DUAS SEMANAS DE TESTES LÁ,  PASSOU! LÁ ELE MORA,ESTUDA,TÁ REALIZANDO O SONHO DELE, EU SINTO MUITA  FALTA DELE E AO MESMO TEMPO FICO FELIZ PQ ELE TÁ FELIZ E CONTINUARÁ  SENDO, TENHO FÉ! OLHANDO O ORKUT DELE VI UMA FOTO NOVA E ABRI PRA VER,  ME EMOCIONEI MUITO E QUERIA COMPARTILHAR COM VOCÊS....&lt;/i&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="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-4003762140905792911?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/4003762140905792911/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/fillipi_25.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/4003762140905792911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/4003762140905792911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/fillipi_25.html' title='&quot;FILLIPI&quot;'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kMozBzwhNPk/TYwJ8Bemz6I/AAAAAAAACmU/pQqJoZgAMwY/s72-c/OgAAAH5kVh-DkgGSSrChcYzcSpNiMv2Oc-r_gtxdwPz0ERzQJXfIMYY_Sa7Wim_n_4WkytLMuSaVt1kkJo-cdw9y_NsAm1T1UKpGRxU95z0zdWaVAdilvcW4SPYu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-2168422800061071932</id><published>2011-03-24T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T20:43:02.223-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FILHOS'/><title type='text'>"FILLIPI"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-LuPO4U_Aip0/TYwMR-7mwYI/AAAAAAAACmc/-UbIb9GMtYc/s1600/ANDERSON+031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-LuPO4U_Aip0/TYwMR-7mwYI/AAAAAAAACmc/-UbIb9GMtYc/s320/ANDERSON+031.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bQAmYsS4T6g/TYwJvZluFQI/AAAAAAAACmQ/JzmijqalLUY/s1600/rio+3+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bQAmYsS4T6g/TYwJvZluFQI/AAAAAAAACmQ/JzmijqalLUY/s320/rio+3+004.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Se tu vens, por exemplo, às quatro da tarde, desde as três eu começarei a ser feliz!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Antoine de Saint-Exupéry)&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/8003600041911498649-2168422800061071932?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/2168422800061071932/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/fillipi_24.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/2168422800061071932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/2168422800061071932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/fillipi_24.html' title='&quot;FILLIPI&quot;'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-LuPO4U_Aip0/TYwMR-7mwYI/AAAAAAAACmc/-UbIb9GMtYc/s72-c/ANDERSON+031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-3171385020472775673</id><published>2011-03-24T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T20:36:44.297-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FILHOS'/><title type='text'>"HENRIQUE, MARIA CLAUDIA E FILLIPI"</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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"E eu compreendi que não podia suportar a ideia de nunca mais escutar esse riso. Ele era para mim como uma fonte no deserto."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Antoine de Saint-Exupéry em: O Pequeno Príncipe)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-bSr_wFUeAfk/TYwLdC4MEpI/AAAAAAAACmY/GTV7Kf0x1No/s1600/DSC00602.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-bSr_wFUeAfk/TYwLdC4MEpI/AAAAAAAACmY/GTV7Kf0x1No/s320/DSC00602.JPG" width="320" /&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/8003600041911498649-3171385020472775673?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/3171385020472775673/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/henrique-maria-claudia-e-fillipi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/3171385020472775673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/3171385020472775673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/henrique-maria-claudia-e-fillipi.html' title='&quot;HENRIQUE, MARIA CLAUDIA E FILLIPI&quot;'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-bSr_wFUeAfk/TYwLdC4MEpI/AAAAAAAACmY/GTV7Kf0x1No/s72-c/DSC00602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-5074811802289125169</id><published>2011-03-24T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T19:29:47.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CAIO F.'/><title type='text'>CAIO SEMPRE FALA  POR  NÓS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/_QU_FHMHEBg/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_QU_FHMHEBg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_QU_FHMHEBg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Venha pra perto de mim&lt;br /&gt;E veja como eu estou só&lt;br /&gt;Senta, não olha pro chão&lt;br /&gt;A culpa não foi de ninguém, não, não&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ah, tô aprendendo a viver sem você&lt;br /&gt;Ah, tô aprendendo a viver sem você&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sei que o dia raiou para mim&lt;br /&gt;Mas pra você tanto fez&lt;br /&gt;Sei que não vou mudar sou assim&lt;br /&gt;Para você sou mais um&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ah, tô aprendendo a viver sem você&lt;br /&gt;Ah, tô aprendendo a viver sem você&lt;br /&gt;Ah, tô aprendendo e não quero aprender&lt;br /&gt;Ah, tô aprendendo e não quero aprender&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tô voltando pro meu recanto&lt;br /&gt;Lá é bem melhor&lt;br /&gt;Não, não sei quem vai estar me esperando&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca vou estar só&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;i style="color: magenta;"&gt;Ah, tô aprendendo a viver sem você&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: magenta;"&gt;  Ah,tô aprendendo a viver sem você&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: magenta;"&gt;  Ah, tô aprendendo e não quero aprender&lt;/i&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-8471794679658409753?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/8471794679658409753/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-aprendendo-e-nao-quero-aprender.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/8471794679658409753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/8471794679658409753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-aprendendo-e-nao-quero-aprender.html' title='TÔ APRENDENDO E NÃO QUERO APRENDER!'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-2881621786838916880</id><published>2011-03-23T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T04:54:45.720-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MÚSICA.'/><title type='text'>TARDE VAZIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-fwg4Otl1mtM/TYndv0mRpmI/AAAAAAAAClo/GBtcN5lJqMI/s1600/Amor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-fwg4Otl1mtM/TYndv0mRpmI/AAAAAAAAClo/GBtcN5lJqMI/s320/Amor.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pela janela&lt;br /&gt;Vejo fumaça&lt;br /&gt;Vejo pessoas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Na rua os carros&lt;br /&gt;No céu o sol e a chuva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;O telefone tocou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #e06666;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt; Na mente fantasia...&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: #134f5c;"&gt;Você me ligou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #134f5c;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;  Naquela tarde vazia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #134f5c;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;  E me valeu o dia...(IRA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;COMO ALUÉM CONSEGUE TE TIRAR DE UMA TARDE,DE UMA NOITE,DE UMA VIDA VAZIA? COMO NUM PASSE DE MÁGICA,COMO UM PRESENTE DO CÉU VOCÊ CONSEGUE!!!! (BY FLOR DE LIS)&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/8003600041911498649-2881621786838916880?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/2881621786838916880/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/tarde-vazia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/2881621786838916880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/2881621786838916880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/tarde-vazia.html' title='TARDE VAZIA'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-fwg4Otl1mtM/TYndv0mRpmI/AAAAAAAAClo/GBtcN5lJqMI/s72-c/Amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-3386844705705922654</id><published>2011-03-22T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T12:56:45.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MAYSA'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-vdbIXhySYA0/TYj-cLItLUI/AAAAAAAAClg/ALtl-VJNxRg/s1600/maysa.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-vdbIXhySYA0/TYj-cLItLUI/AAAAAAAAClg/ALtl-VJNxRg/s320/maysa.PNG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Não vou te esquecer nunca, porque um canalha a gente NUNCA esquece."   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-3386844705705922654?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/3386844705705922654/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/nao-vou-te-esquecer-nunca-porque-um.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/3386844705705922654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/3386844705705922654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/nao-vou-te-esquecer-nunca-porque-um.html' title=''/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-vdbIXhySYA0/TYj-cLItLUI/AAAAAAAAClg/ALtl-VJNxRg/s72-c/maysa.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-7387127866359807371</id><published>2011-03-22T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T12:49:38.995-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MAYSA'/><title type='text'>Nessa frase a Maysa falou por mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Eu só amei uma pessoa em minha vida, o resto foi só pra fugir da solidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-U4N_Y9nagmY/TYj9RAQSdlI/AAAAAAAAClc/-YvicikYSNY/s1600/maysa4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-U4N_Y9nagmY/TYj9RAQSdlI/AAAAAAAAClc/-YvicikYSNY/s320/maysa4.jpg" width="223" /&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/8003600041911498649-7387127866359807371?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/7387127866359807371/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/nessa-frase-maysa-falou-por-mim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/7387127866359807371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/7387127866359807371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/nessa-frase-maysa-falou-por-mim.html' title='Nessa frase a Maysa falou por mim'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-U4N_Y9nagmY/TYj9RAQSdlI/AAAAAAAAClc/-YvicikYSNY/s72-c/maysa4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-8416797619046270075</id><published>2011-03-21T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T21:08:31.116-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CAIO F.'/><title type='text'>CAIO SEMPRE FALA  POR  NÓS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-NMrPlv54YfE/TYYB5giFjoI/AAAAAAAAClM/398S-3w4YBQ/s1600/OgAAAKLP1m0FN9evzfD1f7Bh88NiiSRUpyNmm9snlPbal8DnemnAG5qNiUdXBWzdzbt_6zeR3OotDsS-1HriaazT0fgAm1T1UHZikdicwI8AjrqvU-vpFqbunlep.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-NMrPlv54YfE/TYYB5giFjoI/AAAAAAAAClM/398S-3w4YBQ/s320/OgAAAKLP1m0FN9evzfD1f7Bh88NiiSRUpyNmm9snlPbal8DnemnAG5qNiUdXBWzdzbt_6zeR3OotDsS-1HriaazT0fgAm1T1UHZikdicwI8AjrqvU-vpFqbunlep.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: red;"&gt;Em tempos em que quase ninguém se olha nos olhos, em que a  maioria das pessoas pouco se interessa pelo que não lhe diz respeito,  só mesmo agradecendo àqueles que percebem nossas descrenças, indecisões,  suspeitas, tudo o que nos paralisa, e gastam um pouco da sua energia  conosco, insistindo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/Martha_Medeiros/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-7329066799858671396?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/7329066799858671396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/para-elisangela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/7329066799858671396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/7329066799858671396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/para-elisangela.html' title='PARA ELISANGELA...'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-NMrPlv54YfE/TYYB5giFjoI/AAAAAAAAClM/398S-3w4YBQ/s72-c/OgAAAKLP1m0FN9evzfD1f7Bh88NiiSRUpyNmm9snlPbal8DnemnAG5qNiUdXBWzdzbt_6zeR3OotDsS-1HriaazT0fgAm1T1UHZikdicwI8AjrqvU-vpFqbunlep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-3025814966585514047</id><published>2011-03-18T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T05:40:02.726-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MÚSICA.'/><title type='text'>AMAR NÃO É PECADO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mDkU1r3n5Mw/TX40Bd8dqCI/AAAAAAAACkM/mDBojXK-eO8/s1600/ASSEDIO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mDkU1r3n5Mw/TX40Bd8dqCI/AAAAAAAACkM/mDBojXK-eO8/s320/ASSEDIO.jpg" width="203" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu não sei de onde vem essa força que me leva pra você&lt;br /&gt;Eu só sei que, faz bem mas confesso que no fundo eu duvidei&lt;br /&gt;Tive medo e em segredo, guardei o sentimento e me sufoquei&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora é a hora, eu vou gritar pra todo mundo de uma vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu tô apaixonado&lt;br /&gt;Eu tô contando tudo e não tô nem ligando pro que vão dizer&lt;br /&gt;Amar não é pecado&lt;br /&gt;E se eu tiver errado, que se dane o mundo, eu só quero você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;QUEM NÃO VIVEU OU VIVE UM MOMENTO COMO ESSE NA VIDA? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; 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/8003600041911498649-3025814966585514047?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/3025814966585514047/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/luan-santana-amar-nao-e-pecado-musica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/3025814966585514047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/3025814966585514047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/luan-santana-amar-nao-e-pecado-musica.html' title='AMAR NÃO É PECADO!'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mDkU1r3n5Mw/TX40Bd8dqCI/AAAAAAAACkM/mDBojXK-eO8/s72-c/ASSEDIO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-6181679191688630753</id><published>2011-03-18T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T05:36:47.558-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MARTHA MEDEIROS.'/><title type='text'>AMAR DOIS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-pMvrJC2VNhI/TYOL1fyoC1I/AAAAAAAAClE/w8qEZteiOo8/s1600/tumblr_lfpp2jzY1e1qehrdn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-pMvrJC2VNhI/TYOL1fyoC1I/AAAAAAAAClE/w8qEZteiOo8/s320/tumblr_lfpp2jzY1e1qehrdn.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Você ama João. E ama Jorge. E acha que está ficando louca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; Amenize este diagnóstico. É possível – e nem tão raro assim – amar duas pessoas ao mesmo tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;  Este "ao mesmo tempo" lhe dói, não lhe parece coisa de gente séria, mas  lembre-se: você ama de maneiras diferentes. Ninguém possui o poder de  saciar 100% outra pessoa. Nesses vácuos é que nascem outros amores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Você ama João e sua ternura, ama João e seu poder tranquilizante, ama  João e a segurança que ele lhe dá, ama João em baixa velocidade, ama  João a passeio, apreciando a vista. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;i style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Jorge, ao contrário, é mais agitado, desperta em você ansiedade e  adolescência, você ama o que Jorge faz com você, e do jeito que faz: com  pegada, sedutoramente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;i style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt; &lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Você ama o que João tem de paz e o que Jorge tem de visceral, você ama o  que cada um deles lhe completa. O normal seria isso, amarmos mais de um  para alcançarmos integralmente a nós mesmos, mas a regra é clara: não  mesmo. Se vire com um só. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;i style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: #741b47;" /&gt; &lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;E a gente obedece, reza, livrai-nos de todo mal, ó Pai. Escolhe um, o  ama, mas sente falta de si mesmo, de desenvolver um outro lado que este  amor único não atinge. Separa, casa de novo, agora é outro amor, ama, e  ainda não se sente totalmente preenchida. Um dia acontece: dois amores.  Um mais constante, outro de vez em quando. Um amor adulto, outro divertido. Um amor de infância; o outro, de aventura. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;i style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt; &lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Tudo isso existe, persiste, insiste em acontecer. Tudo  por baixo dos panos, tudo velado, mentido, confessado apenas nos  consultórios de analistas e nas mesas de bar, entre amigos de muita  confiança. Será que algum dia poderemos falar disso abertamente, em voz  alta, fora dos livros, do cinema, na vida cotidiana da gente? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;i style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: #38761d;" /&gt; &lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;Enquanto ninguém se atreve, mulheres e homens que atravessaram a  fronteira da monogamia seguem felizes da vida – e infelizes da vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&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/8003600041911498649-6181679191688630753?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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pensa&lt;br /&gt;Que o dia não passou&lt;br /&gt;Que nada aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;Janaina é passageira&lt;br /&gt;Passa as horas do seu dia em trens lotados&lt;br /&gt;Filas de supermercados, bancos e repartições&lt;br /&gt;Que repartem sua vida&lt;br /&gt;Mas ela diz&lt;br /&gt;Que apesar de tudo ela tem sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Mas ela diz&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia a gente há de ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Ela diz&lt;br /&gt;Que apesar de tudo ela tem sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Ela diz&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia a gente há de ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Se Deus quiser.....&lt;br /&gt;Janaina é beleza de gestos, abraços,&lt;br /&gt;Mãos, dedos, anéis e labios&lt;br /&gt;Dentes e sorriso solto&lt;br /&gt;Que escapam do seu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Janaina é só lembrança de amores guardados&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é apenas mais uma pessoa&lt;br /&gt;Que tem medo do futuro- que aconteceu ? -&lt;br /&gt;Se alimenta do passado&lt;br /&gt;Mas ela diz&lt;br /&gt;Que apesar de tudo ela tem sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Mas ela diz&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia a gente há de ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Diz&lt;br /&gt;Que apesar de tudo ela tem sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Ela diz&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia a gente há de ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Se Deus quiser.....&lt;br /&gt;Já não imagina&lt;br /&gt;Quantos anos tem&lt;br /&gt;Já na iminência&lt;br /&gt;De outro aniversário&lt;br /&gt;Janaina acorda todo dia às quatro e meia&lt;br /&gt;Já na hora de ir pra cama, Janaina pensa&lt;br /&gt;Que o dia não passou&lt;br /&gt;Que nada aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;( Biquini Cavadão)&lt;/span&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/8003600041911498649-2911735301196469320?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/2911735301196469320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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MEDEIROS.'/><title type='text'>MARTHA MEDEIROS SEMPRE FALA POR MIM!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Te cuida&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; A gente sai de casa para ir numa festa ou para pegar a estrada, e antes  que a porta atrás de nós se feche, ouvimos a voz deles, pai e mãe: te  cuida. A recomendação sai no automático: tchau, te cuida. Um lembrete  amoroso: te cuida, meu filho. A vida anda violenta, mas a gente não dá a  mínima para este "te cuida" que a gente ouve desde o primeiro passeio  do colégio, desde o primeiro banho de piscina na casa de amigos, desde a  primeira vez que saímos a pé sozinhos. Pai e mãe são os reis do "te  cuida", e a gente mal registra, tão acostumados estamos com estes que  não fazem outra coisa a não ser querer nosso bem e nos amar para todo  sempre, amém.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; No entanto, lembro da primeira vez em que estava apaixonada, me  despedindo dentro do carro, entre beijos mais do que bons, com aquele  que devia ser um moleque mas para mim era um homem, e um homem estranho,  uma vez que não era pai, irmão, primo, amigo ou colega. Depois do  último beijo, abri a porta do carro e, antes de sair, ouvi ele dizer com  uma voz grave e sedutora: te cuida.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Me cuidarei, pode deixar. Me cuidarei para estar inteira amanhã de novo,  para te ver de novo, te beijar de novo. Me cuidarei para me tocares com  suavidade, para nunca encontrares um arranhão sobre a minha pele. E  cuidarei do meu humor, dos meus cabelos, cuidarei para não perder a  hora, cuidarei para não me apaixonar por outro, cuidarei para não te  esquecer, vou me cuidar.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Me cuidarei ao atravessar a rua, me cuidarei para não pegar um  resfriado, me cuidarei para não ficar doente. Me cuidarei, meu amor,  enquanto estiver longe dos teus olhos, nos momentos em que você não pode  cuidar de mim.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Fica a meu encargo voltar pra você do mesmo jeito que você me viu hoje. É  de minha responsabilidade não ficar triste, não deixar ninguém me  magoar, não deixar que nada de ruim me aconteça porque você me ama e não  agüentaria. Claro que me cuido, nem precisava pedir.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Te cuida, dissera ele. E eu ouvi como se fosse um te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Meses depois, terminado o namoro sem beijos de despedida, saio do carro  trancando o choro, ainda que o rompimento tenha sido resolvido de comum  acordo. Abro a porta e já estou com uma perna pra fora quando ouço, sem  nenhuma aflição por mim, apenas consciência de que não teríamos mais  notícias um do outro: te cuida. Me cuidei. Só chorei quando já estava  dentro do elevador.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="color: #274e13;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/Martha_Medeiros/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-3123951602370082150?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/3123951602370082150/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/martha-medeiros-sempre-fala-por-mim_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/3123951602370082150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/3123951602370082150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/martha-medeiros-sempre-fala-por-mim_17.html' title='MARTHA MEDEIROS SEMPRE FALA POR MIM!!!'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-7918178707558112505</id><published>2011-03-15T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T20:14:07.279-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luis Fernando Veríssimo'/><title type='text'>BOM MESMO É O LOBO MAU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-QQOXLEkGrto/TXrD2MYBIKI/AAAAAAAACiU/FcmZFVQHmOk/s1600/lobo+mau.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-QQOXLEkGrto/TXrD2MYBIKI/AAAAAAAACiU/FcmZFVQHmOk/s320/lobo+mau.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Pensando bem em tudo o que a gente vê, vivencia, e ouve, e pensa, não existe uma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt; pessoa certa pra gente. Existe uma pessoa que, se você for parar para pensar é,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt; na verdade, a pessoa errada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt; Porque a pessoa certa faz tudo certinho. Chega na hora certa, fala as coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt; certas, faz as coisas certas. Mas nem sempre a gente está precisando das coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt; certas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt; Aí é a hora de procurar a pessoa errada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt; A pessoa errada te faz perder a cabeça, fazer loucuras, perder a hora, morrer de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt; amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt; A pessoa errada vai ficar um dia sem te procurar, que é para na hora que vocês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt; se encontrarem a entrega ser muito mais verdadeira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt; A pessoa errada é, na verdade, aquilo que a gente chama de pessoa certa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt; Essa pessoa vai te fazer chorar, mas uma hora depois vai estar enxugando suas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt; lágrimas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt; Essa pessoa vai tirar seu sono, mas vai te dar em troca uma noite de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt; inesquecível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt; Essa pessoa talvez te magoe, e depois te encha de mimos pedindo perdão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt; Essa pessoa pode não estar 100% do tempo ao seu lado, mas vai estar 100% da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt; vida dela esperando você. Vai estar o tempo todo pensando em você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt; A pessoa errada tem que aparecer para todo mundo, porque a vida não é certa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt; Nada aqui é certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt; O que é certo mesmo, é que temos que viver cada momento, cada segundo, amando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt; sorrindo, chorando, emocionando, pensando, agindo, querendo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt; conseguindo. E só assim é possível chegar àquele momento do dia em que a gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt; diz: \\\"Graças à Deus deu tudo certo\\\".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt; Quando, na verdade, tudo o que Ele quer é que a gente encontre a pessoa errada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt; para que as coisas comecem realmente a funcionar pra gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&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/8003600041911498649-7918178707558112505?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/7918178707558112505/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/bom-mesmo-e-o-lobo-mau.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/7918178707558112505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/7918178707558112505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/bom-mesmo-e-o-lobo-mau.html' title='BOM MESMO É O LOBO MAU!'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-QQOXLEkGrto/TXrD2MYBIKI/AAAAAAAACiU/FcmZFVQHmOk/s72-c/lobo+mau.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-7389572329872024799</id><published>2011-03-15T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T19:51:14.826-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MARTHA MEDEIROS.'/><title type='text'>MARTHA MEDEIROS SEMPRE FALA POR MIM!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ndTmM-d-3pA/TWXAPMbe7NI/AAAAAAAACaY/bKuuc6DgCWY/s1600/Book+020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ndTmM-d-3pA/TWXAPMbe7NI/AAAAAAAACaY/bKuuc6DgCWY/s320/Book+020.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;"Quando fazemos uma escolha,qualquer  escolha,estamos dizendo sim para um lado e dizendo não para o  outro.Então,algum sofrimento sempre vai haver."&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/8003600041911498649-7389572329872024799?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/7389572329872024799/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/martha-medeiros-sempre-fala-por-mim_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/7389572329872024799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/7389572329872024799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/martha-medeiros-sempre-fala-por-mim_15.html' title='MARTHA MEDEIROS SEMPRE FALA POR MIM!!!'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ndTmM-d-3pA/TWXAPMbe7NI/AAAAAAAACaY/bKuuc6DgCWY/s72-c/Book+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-612086642613787575</id><published>2011-03-15T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T06:45:42.637-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CAIO F.'/><title type='text'>QUALQUER DIA.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-X5GLDTjucaA/TX9s2al-ViI/AAAAAAAACkc/vedvFMEb6KM/s1600/liberdade+e+paraiso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-X5GLDTjucaA/TX9s2al-ViI/AAAAAAAACkc/vedvFMEb6KM/s1600/liberdade+e+paraiso.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"Devia ser sábado, passava da meia-noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #38761d;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Ele sorriu para mim. E perguntou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #38761d;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;- Você vai para a Liberdade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #38761d;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;- Não, eu vou para o Paraíso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #38761d;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Ele sentou-se ao meu lado. E disse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #38761d;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;- Então eu vou com você."&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/8003600041911498649-612086642613787575?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/612086642613787575/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/qualquer-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/612086642613787575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/612086642613787575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/qualquer-dia.html' title='QUALQUER DIA.....'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-X5GLDTjucaA/TX9s2al-ViI/AAAAAAAACkc/vedvFMEb6KM/s72-c/liberdade+e+paraiso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-8477786324873290085</id><published>2011-03-14T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T16:55:43.042-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TATI BERNARDI'/><title type='text'>Morango e Estrelas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P91Hqys_SeM/TWQE94VLWxI/AAAAAAAACOA/92ktugUCIaY/s1600/solidao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P91Hqys_SeM/TWQE94VLWxI/AAAAAAAACOA/92ktugUCIaY/s320/solidao.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Mas seus olhos não mentem o  cansaço da espera e a tristeza de estar solta, e você fica feia. É ter a  sensação de que ninguém te olha, pelo menos não como você gostaria de  ser olhada. Estar sozinha é estar solta e, no entanto, é estar amarrada  ao chão porque nada te faz flutuar, sonhar, divagar. Estar sozinho, ou  estar sozinha, pode acontecer com qualquer um. E você torce para que  aconteça com a sua melhor amiga, ou com aquele homem que você gostaria  de experimentar como uma pílula para a sua solidão. Estar sozinha é não  suportar ouvir a palavra solidão porque ela faz sentido. E o sentido  dela dói demais. Estar sozinho é ter uma risada nervosa, de quem segura  um grito e um choro enquanto ri. Um riso falso para se convencer de que é  possível ficar sozinho sem ficar deprimido […] É conferir a caixa de  e-mails com uma freqüência que beira a compulsão. É chorar do nada. É  acordar do nada.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;http://morangoeestrelas.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-8477786324873290085?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/8477786324873290085/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/morango-e-estrelas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/8477786324873290085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/8477786324873290085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/morango-e-estrelas.html' title='Morango e Estrelas'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P91Hqys_SeM/TWQE94VLWxI/AAAAAAAACOA/92ktugUCIaY/s72-c/solidao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-1384409916363193486</id><published>2011-03-14T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T14:30:07.375-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virginia Woolf'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Akme7g9VoQc/TX6Ic9F1DqI/AAAAAAAACkQ/AtDYBZU6hrs/s1600/natal+029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Akme7g9VoQc/TX6Ic9F1DqI/AAAAAAAACkQ/AtDYBZU6hrs/s320/natal+029.JPG" width="173" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr" style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Charme? Caráter? Fosse o que fosse, ela tinha isso.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/Virginia_Woolf/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-1384409916363193486?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/1384409916363193486/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/charme-carater-fosse-o-que-fosse-ela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/1384409916363193486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/1384409916363193486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/charme-carater-fosse-o-que-fosse-ela.html' title=''/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Akme7g9VoQc/TX6Ic9F1DqI/AAAAAAAACkQ/AtDYBZU6hrs/s72-c/natal+029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-6855054386306819713</id><published>2011-03-14T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T14:24:18.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virginia Woolf'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-X9Equ0pNEJI/TWW_IkvaEzI/AAAAAAAACY8/c9_NB7D9BcY/s1600/janela+de+girassois.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-X9Equ0pNEJI/TWW_IkvaEzI/AAAAAAAACY8/c9_NB7D9BcY/s320/janela+de+girassois.jpg" width="235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr" style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Os olhos dos outros são prisões; seus pensamentos nossas celas."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-6855054386306819713?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/6855054386306819713/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/os-olhos-dos-outros-sao-prisoes-seus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/6855054386306819713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/6855054386306819713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/os-olhos-dos-outros-sao-prisoes-seus.html' title=''/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-X9Equ0pNEJI/TWW_IkvaEzI/AAAAAAAACY8/c9_NB7D9BcY/s72-c/janela+de+girassois.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-3447408392990737244</id><published>2011-03-14T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T08:32:38.905-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adélia Prado'/><title type='text'>DOIDA OU SANTA?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-OyFumvOKypE/TWpKlPP6SNI/AAAAAAAACdc/lcvYo1wjuAU/s1600/3424328736_b3e6e6ddae.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-OyFumvOKypE/TWpKlPP6SNI/AAAAAAAACdc/lcvYo1wjuAU/s1600/3424328736_b3e6e6ddae.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"E todos os dias  ficarei tão alegre que incomodarei os outros,&lt;/span&gt; o que pouco me  importa, já que eu tantas vezes sou incomodada pela alegria superficial e  digestiva dos outros."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&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/8003600041911498649-5763165087748070831?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/5763165087748070831/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/clariceando_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/5763165087748070831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/5763165087748070831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/clariceando_11.html' title='CLARICEANDO.'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-OyFumvOKypE/TWpKlPP6SNI/AAAAAAAACdc/lcvYo1wjuAU/s72-c/3424328736_b3e6e6ddae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-4393258952246756152</id><published>2011-03-11T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T19:45:06.413-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MARTHA MEDEIROS.'/><title type='text'>MARTHA MEDEIROS SEMPRE FALA POR MIM!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-eXKR4R2poz8/TWXBKazgH3I/AAAAAAAACbc/y4s0Nxxtga4/s1600/Book+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-eXKR4R2poz8/TWXBKazgH3I/AAAAAAAACbc/y4s0Nxxtga4/s320/Book+008.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;"Fui abençoada com um coração meiguíssimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt; e em contrapartida com um pavio bem curto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt; Exatamente igual a um vidro: se me jogar no chão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;eu quebro... mas se me pisar, te corto"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-4393258952246756152?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/4393258952246756152/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/martha-medeiros-sempre-fala-por-mim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/4393258952246756152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/4393258952246756152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/martha-medeiros-sempre-fala-por-mim.html' title='MARTHA MEDEIROS SEMPRE FALA POR MIM!!!'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-eXKR4R2poz8/TWXBKazgH3I/AAAAAAAACbc/y4s0Nxxtga4/s72-c/Book+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-3361915882215169643</id><published>2011-03-11T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T19:29:49.350-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FERNANDA MELLO'/><title type='text'>EU NÃO ME CONTENTO COM POUCO. (NÃO MAIS)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-IBEYbPim2TU/TWQHX_Ano9I/AAAAAAAACSE/i_2HXPX8hoQ/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-IBEYbPim2TU/TWQHX_Ano9I/AAAAAAAACSE/i_2HXPX8hoQ/s200/images.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu tenho muito dentro de mim e não estou a fim de dar sem receber nada  em troca. Essa coisa bonita de dar sem receber funciona muito bem em  rezas, histórias de santos e demais evoluídos do planeta. Mas eu não  moro em igreja, não sou santa, não evoluí até esse ponto e só vou te dar  se você me der também.&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/8003600041911498649-3361915882215169643?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/3361915882215169643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu-nao-me-contento-com-pouco-nao-mais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/3361915882215169643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/3361915882215169643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu-nao-me-contento-com-pouco-nao-mais.html' title='EU NÃO ME CONTENTO COM POUCO. 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ESTOU PRECISANDO. PRECISANDO MAIS DO QUE A FORÇA  HUMANA. SOU FORTE MAS TAMBÉM DESTRUTIVA. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-7451011915922216501?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/7451011915922216501/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/clariceando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/7451011915922216501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/7451011915922216501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/clariceando.html' title='CLARICEANDO.'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-6806385162316090211</id><published>2011-03-11T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T17:11:19.750-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mimos que recebo.'/><title type='text'>MINHAS QUERIDAS BLOGUEIRAS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-P6eCKOMWMXc/TXrElaZNbiI/AAAAAAAACjs/CPSf6MJdvkQ/s1600/OAAAAHI_uOHFiXIvCSkmS5wd0vVnNrlkCdvGamgslGcuXGTBYrLHLwARxQOLrT2-KSJ6S4i5HzkNkDFvOLQo06J-XA4Am1T1UFz8nf5F6CqkPEebf-_2na17RyZE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-P6eCKOMWMXc/TXrElaZNbiI/AAAAAAAACjs/CPSf6MJdvkQ/s320/OAAAAHI_uOHFiXIvCSkmS5wd0vVnNrlkCdvGamgslGcuXGTBYrLHLwARxQOLrT2-KSJ6S4i5HzkNkDFvOLQo06J-XA4Am1T1UFz8nf5F6CqkPEebf-_2na17RyZE.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ah!! linda Cláudia, acho que sei &lt;br /&gt;exatamente o que vc sente, pois as &lt;br /&gt;vezes me sinto assim também...&lt;br /&gt;alguns não entendem,&lt;br /&gt;mais temos mta sorte por termos &lt;br /&gt;pessoas que nos amam e que torcem e&lt;br /&gt;oram pra que tudo dê certo, e vc mha querida&lt;br /&gt;tem uma família linda, pessoas que se inportam&lt;br /&gt;com vc...Tenha Fé que tudo se resolve.&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de estar longe como estou&lt;br /&gt;torço pra que tudo fique bem.&lt;br /&gt;Um bjOoo bem carinhoso pra vc!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;CRIS, UMA FLOR! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-6806385162316090211?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/6806385162316090211/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/minhas-queridas-blogueiras_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/6806385162316090211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/6806385162316090211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/minhas-queridas-blogueiras_11.html' title='MINHAS QUERIDAS BLOGUEIRAS!'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-P6eCKOMWMXc/TXrElaZNbiI/AAAAAAAACjs/CPSf6MJdvkQ/s72-c/OAAAAHI_uOHFiXIvCSkmS5wd0vVnNrlkCdvGamgslGcuXGTBYrLHLwARxQOLrT2-KSJ6S4i5HzkNkDFvOLQo06J-XA4Am1T1UFz8nf5F6CqkPEebf-_2na17RyZE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-4181457255935141471</id><published>2011-03-11T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T17:05:53.354-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mimos que recebo.'/><title type='text'>MINHAS QUERIDAS BLOGUEIRAS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-qM-zANSVqbg/TXrEA3jkluI/AAAAAAAACjE/YcLXAPan1TI/s1600/OgAAAJDj7GK9l1YEJGi_lwfYQtuLT7e6U7kdv6DOZgOG3rnbrAhEamwEsa6VWk1JOXf7fgWpToZbVtvHoa4VuqbxotQAm1T1UOiZYby2k8eRONdkFyz7aObJbrdv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-qM-zANSVqbg/TXrEA3jkluI/AAAAAAAACjE/YcLXAPan1TI/s320/OgAAAJDj7GK9l1YEJGi_lwfYQtuLT7e6U7kdv6DOZgOG3rnbrAhEamwEsa6VWk1JOXf7fgWpToZbVtvHoa4VuqbxotQAm1T1UOiZYby2k8eRONdkFyz7aObJbrdv.jpg" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cláu, que é tão bonita!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E no meu coração, você também ocupa um espaço tão bonito.&lt;br /&gt;Aiii amiga, tava lendo tudo aqui de Caio.&lt;br /&gt;Incrivel como ele fala o que a gente vive, viveu, ou vai viver.&lt;br /&gt;Caio viveu até a última gota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá tudo lindoooo aqui, Cláu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Força e fé, repete comigo" (Caio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijoooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;ESSA É A SIL...TÃO LINDA ,TÃO ESPECIAL,ESTÁ NA LISTA DAS MINHAS QUERIDAS BLOGUEIRAS E PROFESSORA TAMBÉM, PQ APRENDO COM ELA!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-4181457255935141471?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/4181457255935141471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/minhas-queridas-blogueiras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/4181457255935141471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/4181457255935141471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/minhas-queridas-blogueiras.html' title='MINHAS QUERIDAS BLOGUEIRAS!'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-qM-zANSVqbg/TXrEA3jkluI/AAAAAAAACjE/YcLXAPan1TI/s72-c/OgAAAJDj7GK9l1YEJGi_lwfYQtuLT7e6U7kdv6DOZgOG3rnbrAhEamwEsa6VWk1JOXf7fgWpToZbVtvHoa4VuqbxotQAm1T1UOiZYby2k8eRONdkFyz7aObJbrdv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-2817795040229117080</id><published>2011-03-11T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T17:06:35.399-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mimos que recebo.'/><title type='text'>MINHAS QUERIDAS BLOGUEIRAS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-w5jkl42jR_Y/TXrEnrSHQuI/AAAAAAAACj0/GP0ToaPoRzw/s1600/OgAAAO8k15QVc0mOCiZNYokitHnxeMlpO0Irb8VbC14cTP1UHTfZhX20P96ZgC0KW-Cd0uY9QzC1lDTMmORVRSmhiokAm1T1UGYMU4mtgTLFR__9Pm2KzMrM9bXM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-w5jkl42jR_Y/TXrEnrSHQuI/AAAAAAAACj0/GP0ToaPoRzw/s320/OgAAAO8k15QVc0mOCiZNYokitHnxeMlpO0Irb8VbC14cTP1UHTfZhX20P96ZgC0KW-Cd0uY9QzC1lDTMmORVRSmhiokAm1T1UGYMU4mtgTLFR__9Pm2KzMrM9bXM.jpg" width="287" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;A vida nos prepara algumas ciladas... mas vamos em frente, e quando  olhar uma montanha a ser ultrapassada, pegue uma pá e comece a tirar a  terra. Pode parecer pouco, mas de pá em pá a gente remove toda a terra e  quando se dá conta enxerga a vida toda colorida novamente. Seguindo vc,  e torcendo para a sua felicidade. Bjs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;RECADINHO DA MARTA,TAMBÉM APRENDO MUITO COM ELA, SEU BLOG&lt;/span&gt; ... &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;EFEITO COLATERAL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-2817795040229117080?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/2817795040229117080/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/fe_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/2817795040229117080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/2817795040229117080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/fe_11.html' title='MINHAS QUERIDAS BLOGUEIRAS!'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-w5jkl42jR_Y/TXrEnrSHQuI/AAAAAAAACj0/GP0ToaPoRzw/s72-c/OgAAAO8k15QVc0mOCiZNYokitHnxeMlpO0Irb8VbC14cTP1UHTfZhX20P96ZgC0KW-Cd0uY9QzC1lDTMmORVRSmhiokAm1T1UGYMU4mtgTLFR__9Pm2KzMrM9bXM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-1386684511732965396</id><published>2011-03-11T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T16:56:41.247-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CLARICE LISPECTOR'/><title type='text'>FÉ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="GFV5PWADCPC ugc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Eu  peço a Deus tudo o que eu quero e preciso. É o que me cabe. Ser ou não  ser atendida - isso não cabe a mim, isso já é matéria-mágica que se me  dá ou se retrai. Obstinada, eu rezo. &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;Eu não tenho o poder. Tenho a prece.'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; line-height: 20px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-nN82WKkuJLI/TXrCbuzDlqI/AAAAAAAAChE/Ocv5GdwksXY/s1600/3050651145_5c6edbc32b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-nN82WKkuJLI/TXrCbuzDlqI/AAAAAAAAChE/Ocv5GdwksXY/s400/3050651145_5c6edbc32b.jpg" width="265" /&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/8003600041911498649-1386684511732965396?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/1386684511732965396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/fe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/1386684511732965396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/1386684511732965396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/fe.html' title='FÉ'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-nN82WKkuJLI/TXrCbuzDlqI/AAAAAAAAChE/Ocv5GdwksXY/s72-c/3050651145_5c6edbc32b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-4012372617521618651</id><published>2011-03-10T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T17:13:50.078-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CAIO F.'/><title type='text'>CAIO SEMPRE FALA  POR  NÓS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MzlwRWK-xdM/TWQHuKbtzdI/AAAAAAAACSY/ggc4ARGkJBw/s1600/copos-vinho-coracao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MzlwRWK-xdM/TWQHuKbtzdI/AAAAAAAACSY/ggc4ARGkJBw/s320/copos-vinho-coracao.jpg" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="fr" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Na minha memória, tão congestionada - e no meu coração - tão cheio de marcas e poços - você ocupa um dos lugares mais bonitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/Caio_Fernando_Abreu/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-4012372617521618651?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/4012372617521618651/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/caio-sempre-fala-por-nos_2823.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/4012372617521618651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/4012372617521618651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/caio-sempre-fala-por-nos_2823.html' title='CAIO SEMPRE FALA  POR  NÓS!'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MzlwRWK-xdM/TWQHuKbtzdI/AAAAAAAACSY/ggc4ARGkJBw/s72-c/copos-vinho-coracao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-5909613577264809457</id><published>2011-03-10T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T17:10:22.902-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FLOR DE LIS.'/><title type='text'>BY  FLOR DE LIS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-qZJGNSPGhMM/TXl1teJpe0I/AAAAAAAACg8/Y19OGtfB148/s1600/tumblr_l8ovwbbKYC1qcrza7o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-qZJGNSPGhMM/TXl1teJpe0I/AAAAAAAACg8/Y19OGtfB148/s320/tumblr_l8ovwbbKYC1qcrza7o1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;QUANDO ENFIM PENSO QUE ESTOU ME  ACOSTUMANDO, QUE ESTOU TE ESQUECENDO, VOCÊ RESSURGE DE FORMA INESPERADA  OCUPANDO TODOS OS ESPAÇOS. &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-273128127712972589?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/273128127712972589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/caio-sempre-fala-por-nos_967.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/273128127712972589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/273128127712972589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/caio-sempre-fala-por-nos_967.html' title='CAIO SEMPRE FALA  POR  NÓS!'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-qZJGNSPGhMM/TXl1teJpe0I/AAAAAAAACg8/Y19OGtfB148/s72-c/tumblr_l8ovwbbKYC1qcrza7o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-6348109719145965674</id><published>2011-03-10T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T17:01:53.534-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CAIO F.'/><title type='text'>CAIO SEMPRE FALA  POR  NÓS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zMSI1ewXGM4/TWP2SVxWveI/AAAAAAAACNg/BEkfuGZ3K8Q/s1600/Suffering_____by_addy_ack.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zMSI1ewXGM4/TWP2SVxWveI/AAAAAAAACNg/BEkfuGZ3K8Q/s320/Suffering_____by_addy_ack.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O NUNCA MAIS de não ter quem se ama torna-se tão irremediável quanto não  ter NUNCA MAIS de se ter quem morreu. E dói mais fundo - porque se  poderia ter, já que está vivo(a), mas não se tem, nem se terá, quando o  fim do amor é: NEVER.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-6348109719145965674?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/6348109719145965674/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/caio-sempre-fala-por-nos_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/6348109719145965674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/6348109719145965674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/caio-sempre-fala-por-nos_10.html' title='CAIO SEMPRE FALA  POR  NÓS!'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zMSI1ewXGM4/TWP2SVxWveI/AAAAAAAACNg/BEkfuGZ3K8Q/s72-c/Suffering_____by_addy_ack.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-553154464878122745</id><published>2011-03-08T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T20:33:09.291-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIRLEI L. 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nwITi-Fs8Yc/TXKyyXJ7H_I/AAAAAAAACgM/p9ZxlGsRRDg/s1600/OgAAAPIhpeN8pe_bBKl4tURc-NfhEtRLRww-TRuWEtIlN1_6umN9DEpv7wCmXnUYztNI7n3H_FqwVK47SLE5QFkBBB8Am1T1UIPg7mJu8Rnphx7ybS1Pn1oZfI6X.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nwITi-Fs8Yc/TXKyyXJ7H_I/AAAAAAAACgM/p9ZxlGsRRDg/s320/OgAAAPIhpeN8pe_bBKl4tURc-NfhEtRLRww-TRuWEtIlN1_6umN9DEpv7wCmXnUYztNI7n3H_FqwVK47SLE5QFkBBB8Am1T1UIPg7mJu8Rnphx7ybS1Pn1oZfI6X.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;.&lt;i style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;..prefiro ignorar os fatos e disfarçar minha tristeza em sorrisos comprados que tem me feito acreditar nas minhas próprias ilusões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-7352748383353520079?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/7352748383353520079/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/nao-sou-mais-mesma.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/7352748383353520079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/7352748383353520079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/nao-sou-mais-mesma.html' title='NÃO SOU MAIS A MESMA!'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nwITi-Fs8Yc/TXKyyXJ7H_I/AAAAAAAACgM/p9ZxlGsRRDg/s72-c/OgAAAPIhpeN8pe_bBKl4tURc-NfhEtRLRww-TRuWEtIlN1_6umN9DEpv7wCmXnUYztNI7n3H_FqwVK47SLE5QFkBBB8Am1T1UIPg7mJu8Rnphx7ybS1Pn1oZfI6X.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-8746979958597454536</id><published>2011-03-05T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T18:55:51.582-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria Adelaide Amaral'/><title type='text'>EU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Fico tentado a lhe dizer muitas coisas, todas elas inúteis, começando por lhe recomendar um analista. Ela se antecipa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Espero que você tenha o bom gosto de não me sugerir uma terapia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- E eu espero que você tenha o bom gosto de não se suicidar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luísa ri. Ela só comete suicídio em pequenas doses cotidianas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Em algumas fases mais, outras menos. Comecei a me matar aos 17 anos e não parei até hoje".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-8746979958597454536?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/8746979958597454536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/8746979958597454536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/8746979958597454536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu.html' title='EU'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-8491812428058058836</id><published>2011-03-05T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T13:51:13.220-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CLARICE LISPECTOR'/><title type='text'>QUE ASSIM SEJA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Porque tinha suas ausências.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O rosto se perdia numa tristeza impessoal e sem rugas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Uma tristeza mais antiga que o seu espírito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Os olhos paravam vazios; diria mesmo um pouco ásperos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A pessoa que estivesse ao seu lado sofria e nada podia fazer. Só esperar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pois ela estava entregue a alguma coisa misteriosa, infante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ninguém ousaria tocá-la nesse momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Esperava-se um pouco grave, de coração apertado, velando-a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nada se poderia fazer por ela senão desejar que o perigo parasse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Até que num movimento sem pressa, quase um suspiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ela acordava como um cabrito recém-nascido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;se ergue sobre as pernas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Voltara de seu repouso na tristeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;[Clarice Lispector, A criada]&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/8003600041911498649-8491812428058058836?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/8491812428058058836/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/que-assim-seja.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/8491812428058058836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/8491812428058058836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/que-assim-seja.html' title='QUE ASSIM SEJA!!!'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-1601010666244533977</id><published>2011-03-05T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T13:46:26.982-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pablo Neruda'/><title type='text'>ENCONTRAR-SE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kDGY25CQxVA/TWP1S4akmHI/AAAAAAAACMQ/pxzMWqCj4Xg/s1600/beach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kDGY25CQxVA/TWP1S4akmHI/AAAAAAAACMQ/pxzMWqCj4Xg/s320/beach.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Algum dia em qualquer parte, em qualquer lugar indefectivelmente te&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;encontrarás a ti mesmo, e essa, só essa, pode ser a mais feliz ou a mais&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;amarga de tuas horas."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&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/8003600041911498649-1601010666244533977?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/1601010666244533977/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/encontrar-se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/1601010666244533977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/1601010666244533977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/encontrar-se.html' title='ENCONTRAR-SE'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kDGY25CQxVA/TWP1S4akmHI/AAAAAAAACMQ/pxzMWqCj4Xg/s72-c/beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-6908961814809602821</id><published>2011-03-05T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T13:39:46.005-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VÓ'/><title type='text'>"PRA MINHA VÓ"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5vlLf3qoXTk/S8NqOQ21KEI/AAAAAAAABaQ/sP9OMZZLyRk/s1600/rio+de+janeiro+071.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="279" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5vlLf3qoXTk/S8NqOQ21KEI/AAAAAAAABaQ/sP9OMZZLyRk/s320/rio+de+janeiro+071.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;VÓ, VOCÊ ESTÁ COMIGO COMO UM SER AMADO QUE SE FOI SEM REALMENTE PARTIR!!! SEI QUE VC NÃO ME ESQUECEU A SUA" CLÁUDIA CARDINALY" ESTÁ AQUI COM MUITA SAUDADE E TENDO A CERTEZA QUE VC TÁ AÍ OLHANDO POR MIM,NÃO SE PREOCUPE EU VOU MELHORAR E TENHO CERTEZA Q1UE NOS ENCONTRAREMOS DE NOVO PQ EU AMO VC MINHA VÓZINHA QUERIDA,SAIBA QUE NESSES 2 ANOS E 11&amp;nbsp; MESES EU NÃO DEIXEI DE PENSAR EM VC UM SÓ DIA!!!!AMO VC ETERNAMENTE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-6908961814809602821?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/6908961814809602821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/pra-minha-vo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/6908961814809602821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/6908961814809602821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/pra-minha-vo.html' title='&quot;PRA MINHA VÓ&quot;'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5vlLf3qoXTk/S8NqOQ21KEI/AAAAAAAABaQ/sP9OMZZLyRk/s72-c/rio+de+janeiro+071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-1302144716689511587</id><published>2011-03-05T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T13:22:22.592-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BY CLÁUDIA'/><title type='text'>PEDAÇOS DA BIPOLAR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Oy_-CEObiW0/TXKpf3KIDxI/AAAAAAAACgI/0hzqUYvji6E/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Oy_-CEObiW0/TXKpf3KIDxI/AAAAAAAACgI/0hzqUYvji6E/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Nossa, como eu queria ter dormido ontem,e acordar só na quarta de cinzas,vejo na tv a alegria das pessoas e não consigo me encaixar,ainda essa chuva que faz piorar meu estado!Chove sem parar e isso me deixa mais deprimida,queria me fechar aqui e não ver ninguém esses dias,não consigo me contagiar com alegria alheia,nada contra, quem está alegre,tentei melhorar o cabelo hoje,mas não adianta melhorar por fora, por dentro não consigo,tá nublado ,tá chuvoso,dias assim tenho vivido entre o cèu e o inferno!Tenho vivido assim, me dizem :você tem que ser forte,não entendem o que é um bipolar! Não desejo essa maldita doença pra ninguém! O jeito é viver um dia de cada vez e as pessoas que gosto ,me perdoem,tenho que viver&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;UM DIA DE CADA VEZ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-1302144716689511587?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/1302144716689511587/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/pedacos-da-bipolar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/1302144716689511587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/1302144716689511587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/pedacos-da-bipolar.html' title='PEDAÇOS DA BIPOLAR...'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Oy_-CEObiW0/TXKpf3KIDxI/AAAAAAAACgI/0hzqUYvji6E/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-6393144930118709537</id><published>2011-03-03T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T17:13:01.898-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MÁRIO QUINTANA'/><title type='text'>O QUE MATA O JARDIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-IDUqAcR3FGY/TWPw7PzYuSI/AAAAAAAACLQ/Hg3Npgpj2fQ/s1600/OgAAAOoblxIjUQjRMqyKl4rchdulcl51ueOVkuQLH8O8R21xbtOBQ5INAx6BQxN3XBaFP-ctXP_A28-Mk6j1RXVGNUIAm1T1UNyD35XD3SPYzDbKO5l-R4ejlCjv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-IDUqAcR3FGY/TWPw7PzYuSI/AAAAAAAACLQ/Hg3Npgpj2fQ/s320/OgAAAOoblxIjUQjRMqyKl4rchdulcl51ueOVkuQLH8O8R21xbtOBQ5INAx6BQxN3XBaFP-ctXP_A28-Mk6j1RXVGNUIAm1T1UNyD35XD3SPYzDbKO5l-R4ejlCjv.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"O que mata um jardim não é o abandono.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O que mata um jardim é esse olhar de quem por ele passa indiferente."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-6393144930118709537?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/6393144930118709537/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-que-mata-o-jardim.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/6393144930118709537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/6393144930118709537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-que-mata-o-jardim.html' title='O QUE MATA O JARDIM'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-IDUqAcR3FGY/TWPw7PzYuSI/AAAAAAAACLQ/Hg3Npgpj2fQ/s72-c/OgAAAOoblxIjUQjRMqyKl4rchdulcl51ueOVkuQLH8O8R21xbtOBQ5INAx6BQxN3XBaFP-ctXP_A28-Mk6j1RXVGNUIAm1T1UNyD35XD3SPYzDbKO5l-R4ejlCjv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-998907193521357585</id><published>2011-03-03T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T16:57:23.584-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MARTHA MEDEIROS.'/><title type='text'>QUASE UMA BRUXA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rt4kTql0Q34/TXA4qub1edI/AAAAAAAACeg/8oOhFej9GkQ/s1600/bratz2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rt4kTql0Q34/TXA4qub1edI/AAAAAAAACeg/8oOhFej9GkQ/s400/bratz2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Não gosto da vida em banho-maria, gosto de fogo, pimenta, alho, ervas, por um triz não sou uma bruxa." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-998907193521357585?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/998907193521357585/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/quase-uma-bruxa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/998907193521357585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/998907193521357585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/quase-uma-bruxa.html' title='QUASE UMA BRUXA'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rt4kTql0Q34/TXA4qub1edI/AAAAAAAACeg/8oOhFej9GkQ/s72-c/bratz2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003600041911498649.post-5447055688544555774</id><published>2011-03-03T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T16:22:47.134-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CAIO F.'/><title type='text'>CAIO SEMPRE FALA  POR  NÓS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-BQBFQxyZNiI/TWMsjTozUCI/AAAAAAAACKs/mj0FSA8D_30/s1600/tumblr_le86p2tIAD1qdlllio1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-BQBFQxyZNiI/TWMsjTozUCI/AAAAAAAACKs/mj0FSA8D_30/s320/tumblr_le86p2tIAD1qdlllio1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;DIFÍCIL CONCILIAR A MANHÃ DE FORA COM A TREVA DE DENTRO.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003600041911498649-5447055688544555774?l=confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/feeds/5447055688544555774/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/caio-sempre-fala-por-nos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/5447055688544555774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003600041911498649/posts/default/5447055688544555774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdaflordelis.blogspot.com/2011/03/caio-sempre-fala-por-nos.html' title='CAIO SEMPRE FALA  POR  NÓS!'/><author><name>FLOR DE LIS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061785798123196570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrbcSoOsi-E/TeR0s39-pFI/AAAAAAAACy0/tyDk_dJAx3E/s220/DSC01020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-BQBFQxyZNiI/TWMsjTozUCI/AAAAAAAACKs/mj0FSA8D_30/s72-c/tumblr_le86p2tIAD1qdlllio1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
