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me inspiração ou mesmo, colocar as idéias no lugar, sabe quando vc tem um monte de coisa pra escrever mais não consegue ordená-las muito bem? pois é to assim ultimamente....,mãaas, espero que isso passe....&lt;/i&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/8272600478099424256-6798593865086695320?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6798593865086695320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2012/01/ola-pessoas-tava-com-saudades-meu-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/6798593865086695320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u0ZEnFARH4g/Tdry_ZppsWI/AAAAAAAAAhw/bumxfjQRse8/s1600/IMG0116A.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u0ZEnFARH4g/Tdry_ZppsWI/AAAAAAAAAhw/bumxfjQRse8/s400/IMG0116A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610063456874639714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;A minha Geladeira nova (Véia)  ta parecida com essa aqui, só tem agua dentro.xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Mais eu tô muito Feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-8723886626711920318</id><published>2010-10-26T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T04:52:55.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem necessidade de um novo ser</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;17 de Outubro ,as 10:54 nasce Victor miguel, meu fiote. opa meu tbm ( intromissao do pai da criança) pode ate ser papo de coruja mas essa menina ( a dona do blog) tem o filho mais belo que eu ja vi e olha que eu sempre achei que crianças tem cara de joelho mas gente se for assim preciso ver mais joelhos, acho que ja me intrometi demais no post da mulher ate uma proxima ( e o pai coruja e babao se despede)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;éh issoaew pai ^^.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vortando ao assunto, lá pra 4 da manhã, acorda me eu, pra ir no banheiro rotina dos ultimos meses,derrepente, sinto uma coisa descendo pelas pernas,um liquido frio, iepa! xixi num é, só podia ser.... a bolsa!chamei  o &lt;a href="http://coiotecrix.blogspot.com/"&gt;mi&lt;/a&gt; (meu marido) MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!, tem uma coisa errada aqui,ele veio correndo, e foi aquele bafáfá, tava tão atordoada, que quando fui pentear o cabelo passei shampoo ao invés de creme,kkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continua-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/5768330777577070552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/TBUiWhTWo2I/AAAAAAAAAgo/ZH-1H_Rrb10/s72-c/Imagem+102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-6723683821443360963</id><published>2010-04-06T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T06:05:14.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem necessidade de jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele contra ele mesmo o desafio estava feito, com o pensamento só partiu seu inimigo ao meio mesmo que é poderoso para livra-lo da morte o mesmo, mesmo é poderoso pra tira do cativeiro...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pode crer, com Jesus Cristo na cabeça você tudo pode vencer...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-6723683821443360963?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6723683821443360963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2010/04/sem-necessidade-de-jesus.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/6723683821443360963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/6723683821443360963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2010/04/sem-necessidade-de-jesus.html' title='Sem necessidade de jesus'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-635494872250496754</id><published>2010-03-11T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T04:08:12.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem necessidade para amor verdadeiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S5jZwwrqM2I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/mEgdUJBCpzM/s1600-h/bebes_patinadores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447343181029585762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S5jZwwrqM2I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/mEgdUJBCpzM/s400/bebes_patinadores.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando eu tenho medo de fracassar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando eu tenho medo de não vencer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando eu tenho medo de ser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando eu tenho medo de não tentar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando eu tenho medo de não romper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando eu tenho medo de ser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O verdadeiro amor lança fora todo medo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O verdadeiro amor lança fora todo medo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O verdadeiro amor que vem de Deus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me ensina a não temer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-635494872250496754?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/635494872250496754/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-verdadeiro-amor-lanca-fora-todo-medo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/635494872250496754'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-4145360912105387731</id><published>2010-03-09T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T03:46:33.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S5Y1Bu0bPAI/AAAAAAAAAgI/OCYcVM4AxZE/s1600-h/SAPATINHOS-DE-BEBE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446599103215254530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S5Y1Bu0bPAI/AAAAAAAAAgI/OCYcVM4AxZE/s400/SAPATINHOS-DE-BEBE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8272600478099424256-4145360912105387731?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4145360912105387731/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/4145360912105387731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/4145360912105387731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S5Y1Bu0bPAI/AAAAAAAAAgI/OCYcVM4AxZE/s72-c/SAPATINHOS-DE-BEBE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-5630525209261013612</id><published>2010-03-02T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T03:46:10.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S4z6WyNklgI/AAAAAAAAAgA/wJ1unT6CJcE/s1600-h/charlie-brown-wallpaper-childhood-memories-216235_1024_768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444001318926849538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S4z6WyNklgI/AAAAAAAAAgA/wJ1unT6CJcE/s400/charlie-brown-wallpaper-childhood-memories-216235_1024_768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu também já tive um cobertor velho...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-5630525209261013612?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5630525209261013612/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2010/03/eu-tambem-ja-tive-um-cobertor-velho.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S4z6WyNklgI/AAAAAAAAAgA/wJ1unT6CJcE/s72-c/charlie-brown-wallpaper-childhood-memories-216235_1024_768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-3365014123297916888</id><published>2010-02-23T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T07:09:15.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem necessidade para temer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S4PvFcWv1wI/AAAAAAAAAfM/lhhudoQNE70/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441455651583678210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S4PvFcWv1wI/AAAAAAAAAfM/lhhudoQNE70/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não tenha medo da morte, é apenas uma passagem da vida carnal, para a vida eterna, ou morte eterna...a vida sim dá medo.Mãaaasss, quem tem medo de viver, não vive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-3365014123297916888?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3365014123297916888/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2010/02/sem-necessidade-para-temer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/3365014123297916888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/3365014123297916888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2010/02/sem-necessidade-para-temer.html' title='Sem necessidade para temer'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S4PvFcWv1wI/AAAAAAAAAfM/lhhudoQNE70/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-3194377453373978054</id><published>2010-02-21T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T04:35:15.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem necessidade de estar Só</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S4EoafDBWXI/AAAAAAAAAfE/yB6uod5nUOw/s1600-h/150912_Papel-de-Parede-Sozinha_1280x800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440674260316150130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S4EoafDBWXI/AAAAAAAAAfE/yB6uod5nUOw/s400/150912_Papel-de-Parede-Sozinha_1280x800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Às vezes, no silêncio da noite Eu fico imaginando nós dois Eu fico ali sonhando acordada, juntando O antes, o agora e o depois Por que você me deixa tão solta? Por que você não cola em mim? Tô me sentindo muito sozinha!&lt;br /&gt;Não sou nem quero ser o seu dona É que um carinho às vezes cai bem Eu tenho meus desejos e planos secretos Só abro pra você mais ninguém Por que você me esquece e some? E se eu me interessar por alguém? E se ele, de repente, me ganha?&lt;br /&gt;Quando a gente gosta É claro que a gente cuida Fala que me ama Só que é da boca pra fora Ou você me engana Ou não está maduro Onde está você agora?&lt;br /&gt;Quando a gente gosta É claro que a gente cuida Fala que me ama Só que é da boca pra fora Ou você me engana Ou não está maduro Onde está você agora?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-3194377453373978054?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3194377453373978054/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2010/02/sem-necessidade-de-estar-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/3194377453373978054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/3194377453373978054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2010/02/sem-necessidade-de-estar-so.html' title='Sem necessidade de estar Só'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S4EoafDBWXI/AAAAAAAAAfE/yB6uod5nUOw/s72-c/150912_Papel-de-Parede-Sozinha_1280x800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-5953028608500471739</id><published>2010-02-19T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T05:33:47.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S36S-nJeErI/AAAAAAAAAe8/WyQndZKGUqk/s1600-h/c.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439947004268384946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S36S-nJeErI/AAAAAAAAAe8/WyQndZKGUqk/s400/c.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8272600478099424256-5953028608500471739?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5953028608500471739/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2010/02/eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/5953028608500471739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/5953028608500471739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2010/02/eu.html' title='Eu'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S36S-nJeErI/AAAAAAAAAe8/WyQndZKGUqk/s72-c/c.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-7508671278991275383</id><published>2010-02-19T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T05:08:34.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem necessidade para Eternal Flame</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S36Mvlq0ZjI/AAAAAAAAAe0/uJSQxN52X40/s1600-h/anjo-triste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439940149103584818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S36Mvlq0ZjI/AAAAAAAAAe0/uJSQxN52X40/s400/anjo-triste.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que saudades! Saudades de que? do tempo em que uma coisa entrava por um ouvido e saía pelo outro, do tempo em que as palavras, as ações não machucavam tanto, em que a gente ficava alienado do mundo, mundo roxo...em que a gente pensa: ninguem vai mandar em mim, ninguem vai me fazer sofrer, chorar? never more!Eu sou mais eu, afinal eu sou eu.mais isso não é verdade, eu não sou nada , nem ninguem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então é isso???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-7508671278991275383?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7508671278991275383/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S36Mvlq0ZjI/AAAAAAAAAe0/uJSQxN52X40/s72-c/anjo-triste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-858415905606007344</id><published>2010-02-15T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:37:00.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas sem necessidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S3nMGLaxNmI/AAAAAAAAAeg/3McvbAsVO5M/s1600-h/chuva01zr5.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438602431542933090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S3nMGLaxNmI/AAAAAAAAAeg/3McvbAsVO5M/s400/chuva01zr5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Como Eu gostaria de estar sem sombrinha agora, pra que minhas lágrimas se misturassem com as gotas da chuva...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Como dói esse nó preso na garganta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-858415905606007344?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/858415905606007344/comments/default' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S3nMGLaxNmI/AAAAAAAAAeg/3McvbAsVO5M/s72-c/chuva01zr5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-8110000032159593832</id><published>2010-01-06T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T15:00:52.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lista</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S0UWFAFiLaI/AAAAAAAAAck/Pu4qZ5mlYps/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423765601415998882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S0UWFAFiLaI/AAAAAAAAAck/Pu4qZ5mlYps/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Um perfume?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Breu branco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Uma musica?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Entre nós dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Um lugar?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Uma frase?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Eu amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Um filme?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; 10 coisas que eu odeio em você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Um sonho?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;a vida com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Um medo?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;te perder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-8110000032159593832?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8110000032159593832/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2010/01/lista.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/8110000032159593832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-8060726611479824762</id><published>2009-11-06T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T06:42:30.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miguel:Desistir?Jamais!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="479" height="381" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3b8024937c8fe6b3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-1478141460241218891</id><published>2009-11-05T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:13:54.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*O*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SvO-jA_SnfI/AAAAAAAAAa8/cCzfC2hSPmk/s1600-h/credo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400869886917516786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SvO-jA_SnfI/AAAAAAAAAa8/cCzfC2hSPmk/s400/credo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SvO-jA_SnfI/AAAAAAAAAa8/cCzfC2hSPmk/s72-c/credo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-2231093111767195514</id><published>2009-11-01T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T15:22:57.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem necessidade para noites ruins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/Su4X3kmsekI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Sta1CC3i8UE/s1600-h/loucuras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399279246750022210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/Su4X3kmsekI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Sta1CC3i8UE/s400/loucuras.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/Su4WUzFqkqI/AAAAAAAAAas/gNUPqaXJgvU/s1600-h/bebidas_1302556936_be073.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje é dumingão, se voce estiver igual a mim aqui, em frente ao PC, nesse calor dos infernos, sendo comido pelos "pernelongos" então aí vão umas dicas locas:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“coisas idiotas para se fazer em uma noite”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Tente lamber seu cotovelo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Ligue para um puteiro e pergunte se fazem entrega em casa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Fique fuçando o Orkut de outras pessoas e você descobrira que existe pessoas feias… feias …. mas muitooooooo mais feias do que você.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Procure uma daquelas correntes escrotas e repasse para a pessoa mais idiota do seu MSN. (com certeza ela vai repassar para outras 20 com medo de morrer virgem)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Crie um Orkut fake e xingue a mãe de seus amigos e até sua própria mãe pelo menos uma vez na vida!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Invente alguma coisa para comer, não tenha medo e muito menos nojo do que for inventar, assim você vai ver que a mistura do doce com o salgado é excelente. Um bom exemplo é hamburger com sucrilhos e leite!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Invente algo para fumar… use orégano, grama, capim, erva de chimarrão e outras coisas verdes, seja criativo! Obs: Folha de caderno é essencial para fazer a fumaceira.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-2231093111767195514?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2231093111767195514/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/11/sem-necessidade-para-noites-ruins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/2231093111767195514'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-2249751431907532861</id><published>2009-10-25T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T08:39:22.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem necessidade de bestagiii</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Num vo fazê ninguem perdê tempo lendo o que eu ia escrever...besteiras, vô fazer meu pão de queijo que eu ganho mais...."só naum desonrem meu nome'.hashuahusuhahus&lt;br /&gt;fuizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, aff to brava.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-2249751431907532861?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-426452918569414574</id><published>2009-09-25T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T07:02:30.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem necessidade para Maria cecilia e Rodolfo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SrzNVpy86UI/AAAAAAAAAaE/1tfzBvXWenk/s1600-h/xadrez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385405026308778306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SrzNVpy86UI/AAAAAAAAAaE/1tfzBvXWenk/s400/xadrez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ontem antes mesmo de subir no onibus já previ que ia passar mal, esqueci de jantar, e quando isso acontece fico enjuada^^. achei que a ellen num ia ontem, mais ela foi, encontramos com o menininho a caminho da sala de informática, até brinquei dizendo que não estava chovendo, faz tempo que ele naum aparece na escola, está pensando em trancar,chegando na sala , ligo o pc, e vejo que tenho novos recados, um do Mii, mais da escola não dá pra responder , só manda depoimento, e bem na hora que estava mandando um , o orkut fecha!mais a gente tinha mesmo que desligar o pc, por que não ia ter aula, era uma tal palestra no teatro? quem vai?a ellen chamou a gente pra ir pra candido mota, enquanto ela conversava com o davi, e o menininho esperamos do carro, ouvindo maria cecilia e rodolfo que a ellen me emprestou... dái o davi decidiu ir tambem, fomos os quatro, chegando lá, a gente deixou os dois em casa, e fomos pra avenida procurar um caixa, mais estava fechado, acabamos comprando picolés na farmácia e tomando na praça mesmo, conversamos sobre um monte de coisa, e como sempre acabei apredendo um monte de coisa também, e tenho uma nova lição pra por em prática: não ter vergonha de ser feliz, e não se importar com que os outros pensam, parece fácil, mais não é....voltamos pra assis, e encontrei a neide minha prima, ficamos conversando enquanto esperávamos o micro, e acabei descobrindo que ela tem 31 anos, eu nunca poderia imaginar isso, e ela me disse uma coisa legal, falou que a velhice está na nossa cabeça, realmente,vivendo e aprendendo né, e um dia que eu achei que iria passar mal, acabou sendo muito produtivo...ah e vlw ellen pelo cd, essa músicas fazem parte da trilha sonora da minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-426452918569414574?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/426452918569414574/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/sem-necessidade-para-maria-cecilia-e.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/426452918569414574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/426452918569414574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/sem-necessidade-para-maria-cecilia-e.html' title='Sem necessidade para Maria cecilia e Rodolfo'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SrzNVpy86UI/AAAAAAAAAaE/1tfzBvXWenk/s72-c/xadrez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-6452111375096987636</id><published>2009-09-22T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T09:26:01.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem necessidade para ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/Srj5B0CMejI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/z50lNSy80us/s1600-h/5530798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384327164064463410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/Srj5B0CMejI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/z50lNSy80us/s400/5530798.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hihi, eu toda alegrinha aqui, com comichão e tudo, passandO mal... ahhh acho q" naum me aguento vô mi inforcá num pé de quentO"e descubro que tenho o dom de estragar tudO.xiii,será que tem jeitO? agora vou-me embora tiste... mais eu to feliz, a ellen voltou e está bem, continuemos com os crimes, os dela , por que eu me aposentO.xD minha mãe tá feliz também , então eu também to.por que que essa semana tá tão comprida? diachO!ahh Deus acho q vou sucumbir, é isso.Olha pra minha poker face.éhhhh, num faz isso cumigO!!!!ah e aceita umas rosas???xD.falando nisso eu quero chorar, preciso desabafar, vo falar com meu psiclogo hj, já memo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;e como eu sempre digo: pra que se preocupar com um problema que tem solução? e pra que se preocupar com um problema que não tem solução????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-6452111375096987636?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6452111375096987636/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/sem-necessidade-para.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/6452111375096987636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/6452111375096987636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/sem-necessidade-para.html' title='Sem necessidade para ...'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/Srj5B0CMejI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/z50lNSy80us/s72-c/5530798.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-7145826310529365276</id><published>2009-09-18T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T07:31:25.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem necessidade para exageros</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amor da minha vidaDaqui até a eternidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nossos destinos foram traçadosNa maternidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paixão cruel, desenfreadaTe trago mil rosas roubadas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra desculpar minhas mentiras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minhas mancadas Exagerado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jogado aos teus pés&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu sou mesmo exagerado Adoro um amor inventado &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu nunca mais vou respirar Se você não me notar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu posso até morrer de fome Se você não me amar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por você eu largo tudoVou mendigar, roubar, matar Até nas coisas mais banais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra mim é tudo ou nunca maisExageradoJogado aos teus pésEu sou mesmo exageradoAdoro um amor inventadoQue por você eu largo tudoCarreira, dinheiro, canudoAté nas coisas mais banais Pra mim é tudo ou nunca mais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-7145826310529365276?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7145826310529365276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/sem-necessidade-para-exageros.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/7145826310529365276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/7145826310529365276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/sem-necessidade-para-exageros.html' title='Sem necessidade para exageros'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-3551173146864643948</id><published>2009-09-13T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T06:57:03.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem necessidade para querer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/Sqz6IqmxOlI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/mW_8EivQM8M/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380950681583696466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/Sqz6IqmxOlI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/mW_8EivQM8M/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8272600478099424256-3551173146864643948?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3551173146864643948/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/sem-necessidade-para-querer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/3551173146864643948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-8538222533135391971</id><published>2009-09-10T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T09:47:04.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem necessidade para espelhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mais o que será que ele quer de mim?parece as vezes que estou diante de um espelho, ficamos a treinar falas mais só fica nisso, ninguem diz nada, será que o que passo a cá ele passa lá?as mesmas angústias, o mesmo sofrimento,a mesma ansiedade, a vontade de o tempo passar voando e você matar aquela saudade louca, mais é que eu queria tanta coisa, mais qua talvez jamais vá revelar por medo, por fraqueza, por que minha sinceridade talvez seje minha maior fraqueza,bom mais eu quero que saiba, que penso em você sim, que ahhh , tenho vontade de te falar mil coisas, que as vezes fico com raiva, mais é por que vc é importante pra mim, e que eu morro de vontade de ser tua namorada, de ser tua, mais vc naum me pede , e não define...e sei lá, e vc sempre faiz isso, eu sempre caio no seu jogo,então vái... eu amo vc, só sei te querer e eu nem sei por que...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;eu acho que ele me namora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-8538222533135391971?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8538222533135391971/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/sem-necessidade-para-espelhos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/8538222533135391971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/8538222533135391971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/sem-necessidade-para-espelhos.html' title='Sem necessidade para espelhos'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-3684598285569194323</id><published>2009-09-09T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T08:51:46.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem necassidade para broncas</title><content type='html'>Com necessidade para presentes! adorei a surpresa , vou guardar com muito carinho^^. agora siim... Sem necessidade para pitos,ontem levei um pito do prof Henrique só pq eu tava lendo Paulo coelho, ah mais eu gosto de ler, seje o que for, mais ele tem razão , melhor eu ter vergonha na cara e ler a biblia msm, melhor coisa que faço, ahh por que naum fui na pizzaria ontem tmbm???fica pra próxima neh ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-3684598285569194323?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3684598285569194323/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/sem-necassidade-para-broncas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/3684598285569194323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/3684598285569194323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/sem-necassidade-para-broncas.html' title='Sem necassidade para broncas'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-5194591219633835948</id><published>2009-09-08T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T12:18:10.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem necessidade para sonhos loucos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/Sqat0RSO01I/AAAAAAAAAZs/Nwe3oIk1QoU/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379177918445310802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/Sqat0RSO01I/AAAAAAAAAZs/Nwe3oIk1QoU/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vô para de sestiar a tarde, ando tendo uns sonhos meio doidos, sei lá deve ser culpa da parnarello, eu hein...ou será que a falta de alguem que tá me deixando doida? háa, deve ser isso mesmo, e tem cura?eu não tenho a cura, mais voce tem...xD.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-5194591219633835948?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5194591219633835948/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/sem-necessidade-para-sonhos-loucos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/5194591219633835948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/5194591219633835948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/sem-necessidade-para-sonhos-loucos.html' title='Sem necessidade para sonhos loucos'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/Sqat0RSO01I/AAAAAAAAAZs/Nwe3oIk1QoU/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-3405434309508929187</id><published>2009-09-06T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T12:18:52.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh meu poupe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu não acredito que eu só teria coragem de ler O vendedor de sonhos deitada em um leito de hospital, tava com preguiça, é sempre dificil começar a ler um livro, até vc pegar o ritmo, mais comecei, pero depois descobri que faltava boa parte do livro (leio livros pelo celular, é mais prático), que raiva! mais agora isso naum será mais possivel pois quebrei meu celular enquanto assistia a cavalgada! foi um fds meio dolorido pra mim, mais eu me diverti pra caramba, desde terça passada em que finalmente conheci O Leandro, até ontem em que fiquei roca de tanto gritar no rodeio.em relação ao (ps) do post passado, é que um guri do maranhão, sei lá, nem sei onde esses povo acha meu msn, então ele me add, e já começou fazendo aqueles perguntinha besta, ficou me cantando perguntou se eu tinha namorado, se eu tinha coragem de trair meu namo com ele, me chamou de travada, e eu perguntei porque, ele disse que eu tinha cara de ser virgem, bom já que achou que eu tinha cara então eu disse a vdd pra ele. o que meu mais raiva é que ele me analisou, me julgou e ainda estava certo sobre mim, ah grande coisa , ninguem tem nada a ver com minha vida, tá ligado? e se não gostou deve haver quem goste! hum....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-3405434309508929187?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3405434309508929187/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/ahh-meu-poupe.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/3405434309508929187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/3405434309508929187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/ahh-meu-poupe.html' title='Ahh meu poupe'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-6749191464163010410</id><published>2009-09-03T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T12:19:07.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cigana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um dia uma cigana leu a minha mãoFalou que o destino do meu coraçãoDaria muitas voltas,Mas ia encontrar vocêEu confesso que na hora duvideiLembrei de quantas vezes eu acrediteiMas não dava certo não era pra acontecerFoi só você chegar pra me convencerQue estava escrito nas estrelasQue eu ia te conhecerFoi só você me olhar que eu me apaixoneiValeu a pena esperar, esse é o grande amorQue eu sempre sonhei&lt;br /&gt;(Refrão)&lt;br /&gt;Vou te amar, pra sempre vou te amarQuero seu carinho, sua boca pra beijarVou te amar, pra sempre vou te amarTudo que eu preciso só você pode me darUhhhh ... Uuhuuuu ... Aaa&lt;br /&gt;Foi só você chegar pra me convencerQue estava escrito nas estrelasQue eu ia te conhecerFoi só você me olhar que eu me apaixoneiValeu a pena esperar, esse é o grande amorQue eu sempre sonhei&lt;br /&gt;Vou te amar, pra sempre vou te amarQuero seu carinho, sua boca pra beijarVou te amar, pra sempre vou te amarTudo que eu preciso só você pode me dar&lt;br /&gt;Vou te amar, vou te amarQuero seu carinho sua boca pra beijarVou te amar, vou te amarTudo que eu preciso, só você pode me dar&lt;br /&gt;Um dia uma cigana leu minha mão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;( Ps:Ninguem tem nada a ver com minha vida íntima!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-6749191464163010410?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6749191464163010410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/cigana.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/6749191464163010410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/6749191464163010410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/cigana.html' title='Cigana'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-2274004486319119373</id><published>2009-08-30T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T12:19:21.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Então vai... Mid night sun versão brasileira</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"... que vontade de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dormir&lt;/span&gt; em teus braços essa noite e me sentir segura..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"... porque será que ele me olhou como se fosse louca quando disse que aquela era nossa música?? mais é sério, todas as músicas do mundo nos pertencem..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;04/01/09&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...Noite linda essa, e esse cara cantando esse música, que dor no peito, mais ainda tenho esperanças dele passar por aqui.... mais ele não vem...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-2274004486319119373?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2274004486319119373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/08/entao-vai-mid-night-sun-versao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/2274004486319119373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/2274004486319119373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/08/entao-vai-mid-night-sun-versao.html' title='Então vai... Mid night sun versão brasileira'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-5722532912253601804</id><published>2009-08-30T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T12:19:37.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid night sun???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acabei as 100 escovadas, agora não sei pra onde vou...eu acho que devia parar de viver na terra do nunca e encarar um pouco a realidade néh, mais é tão chato!tanta afobação pra nada, mais deixa estar,logo passa, e dái serei surpreendida com algo novo, eu sei disso, mais esses picos não me fazem nada bem,falando nisso eu acho que vou começar a escrever meu mid night sun, será que presta??? provavelmente não....Ontem fomos fazer guerrilhas em Cândido city, eu o menininho e a Ellen, pensa numa pessoa que ficou feliz quando viu a gente, ela naum acreditou que a gente iria , foi legal, a gnt pudia fazer isso mais vezes, quem sabe um dia matar aula e ir no tão famoso Leandro. ahushaushahsahshua.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-5722532912253601804?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5722532912253601804/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-8702979525307203760</id><published>2009-08-27T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T06:41:52.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viajei....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“Eu parecia uma lua perdida – meu planeta destruído em algum cenário de cinema-catástrofe – que continuava, apesar de tudo, numa órbita muito estreita pelo espaço vazio que ficou, ignorando as leis da gravidade.” - Bella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se fosse pra ser uma personagem de um livro, eu seria Bella....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudando de assunto, sonhei com violinos rosas....SinistrO.&lt;br /&gt;De onde veio essa paixão? , deve ser por causa do Lestat de "queen of the damned "ou por causa de "true lies"&lt;br /&gt;xD, sei lá véio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-8702979525307203760?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8702979525307203760/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/08/viajei.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/8702979525307203760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/8702979525307203760'/><link 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SpGCsPvQ2aI/AAAAAAAAAZg/97yc3xNowPo/s1600-h/OgAAAHYJ78pMVZBNEkgmTzNrrTxcXcUHDNEvjzIbwTC3lZcAcV1iOpUoyCkn3QmdCcxJrH0aw3QIqAUzBAZroTmks4QAm1T1UE_8-zAKL6F-9R_DZ4X9bXU2x4p4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373219527080335778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SpGCsPvQ2aI/AAAAAAAAAZg/97yc3xNowPo/s400/OgAAAHYJ78pMVZBNEkgmTzNrrTxcXcUHDNEvjzIbwTC3lZcAcV1iOpUoyCkn3QmdCcxJrH0aw3QIqAUzBAZroTmks4QAm1T1UE_8-zAKL6F-9R_DZ4X9bXU2x4p4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SpGCoWrIhHI/AAAAAAAAAZY/cZbEqLAwh7Q/s1600-h/OgAAAGq97IFzS-aq20OfC1cffhmx9o94gnuXm2oEPfcT5CsPDV-F4BzuhHv_2YObXHrHSns5R2EXLdjXAIMBY3lqNngAm1T1UJ3VYQUGbjasZxlG6ePRLMYfRbGl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-2386260981427807398</id><published>2009-08-23T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T10:29:18.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nunca pare de lutar ( ludmila Féber)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que será que a gente veio fazer nesse mundo?hum...viver &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;neh&lt;/span&gt;, lutar, buscar, sofrer, ser feliz...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu ainda não sei direito minha missão aqui, talvez nunca descubra, mais eu espero que a cumpra.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bom eu só sei que sou uma pessoa, que pensa demais, que as vezes fico meio perdida nos meus devaneios, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; faço e desfaço planos, que sonho pra caramba, e que quero ser &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alguem&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alguem&lt;/span&gt; que os outros respeitem. Estou decifrando alguns mistérios da minha vida, ontem mesmo enquanto ouvia uma musica , compreendi o que se passa comigo, descobri que estou desgastada por causa das lutas, que não foram poucas e nem fáceis, tive que escolher entre ficar calada, ou lutar pelo que eu achava justo, me machuquei muito, mais aqui estou pronta, pra me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;levantar&lt;/span&gt; e seguir, e conquistar tudo aquilo que sonhei um dia, não sei que vou conseguir, quem sabe? mais garanto que vou continuar lutando, já pensei em &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;desistir&lt;/span&gt;, em abandonar tudo, claro, e&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt; admito que tenho medos, isso faz de mim corajosa não é?mais eu sabia que havia pessoas que dependiam de mim, pessoas que eu amo, a quem eu defendo com unhas e dentes, elas que fazem minha vida valer a pena.Eu só sei que enquanto tiver &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;folego&lt;/span&gt; vou lutar pra ser feliz, vou correr atrás da minha felicidade.A cada dia passa aprendo mais um pouco, com as pessoas que conheço, cada uma tem uma coisa pra me oferecer,as vezes eu me pré-ocupo demais, tenho medo do futuro, hoje tenho uma dificuldade que amanhã não vai mais &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;existir&lt;/span&gt;, então eu pergunto, vale a pena se preocupar, vale a pena sofrer por antecipação? não, a vida é tão curta &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;neh&lt;/span&gt;, amanhã nem sei se vou estar aqui, por isso quero curtir aqueles que amo, por que coisas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;materiais&lt;/span&gt; passa, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dinhero&lt;/span&gt; é necessário, claro, mais não é tudo, e eu sei me virar as vezes com a falta dele, dias melhores virão, não? Eu só não entendo por que tem pessoas que fogem da felicidade por medo, medo de que ? então´pra que nascer???.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-2386260981427807398?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2386260981427807398/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/08/nunca-pare-de-lutar-ludmila-feber.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/2386260981427807398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/2386260981427807398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/08/nunca-pare-de-lutar-ludmila-feber.html' title='Nunca pare de lutar ( ludmila Féber)'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-2957193074875504128</id><published>2009-08-21T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T10:53:10.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adorooooooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/So7evmTCHuI/AAAAAAAAAZA/WL9LwWodeZg/s1600-h/imagem.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372476314815176418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/So7evmTCHuI/AAAAAAAAAZA/WL9LwWodeZg/s400/imagem.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8272600478099424256-2957193074875504128?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2957193074875504128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/08/adorooooooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/2957193074875504128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/2957193074875504128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/08/adorooooooo.html' title='Adorooooooo'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/So7evmTCHuI/AAAAAAAAAZA/WL9LwWodeZg/s72-c/imagem.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-9067031849459523589</id><published>2009-08-20T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T10:58:22.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nunca me senti tão dependente quanto agora</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não para de chover e eu preciso do sol pra lembrar seu calor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Você sabe quando há algo de errado comigo... como ontem em que mesmo sorrindo eu estava aflita... realmente, mais eu num vou contar por que, não mais, a verdade é que eu não quero que me deixei, voce é tudo pra mim, meu porto seguro, e se eu fico rindo a toa e com aquela cara de idiota é por que estou apaixonada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Enquanto subia a rua com aquela mochila pesada nas costas, ela pensava na viagem, em como ia ser emocionante... quando de repente.poof. o botão da sua justicima calça, salta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;_Num acredito nisso! logo agora, já estou atrasada e não dá tem de voltar pra trocar, droga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;o que eu faço? já sei vou ligar pra minha irmã e pedir que me traga uma calça, mais estou sem créditos! hum...vou usar o cartão que o andré me deu, mais não tem nenhum orelhão aqui perto. o jeito é ir assim mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sentou no ponto de onibus e enquanto esperava, procurava algo pra segurar a calça, achou um grosso canudo de milk shake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;_ Bom já que não tem outra coisa, vai isso mesmo.bom quando chegar a escola, eu arranjo uma coisa melhor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-9067031849459523589?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/9067031849459523589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/08/nao-para-de-chover-e-eu-preciso-do-sol.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/9067031849459523589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/9067031849459523589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/08/nao-para-de-chover-e-eu-preciso-do-sol.html' title='nunca me senti tão dependente quanto agora'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-8697153276995641590</id><published>2009-08-15T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T13:32:29.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>medo</title><content type='html'>Bom, dias meditando sobre a cama, dizia comigo: não tenho medo da morte, afinal, não é uma coisa tão ruim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;néh&lt;/span&gt;,você não sente dor, fome, tristeza e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;talz&lt;/span&gt;... mais eu fiquei &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pensando&lt;/span&gt; como é então, um vácuo? onde você num pensa, não sente,? credo! aí senti medo, senti medo do...nada.falando nisso acho que vou voltar a ler" 100 escovadas antes de ir para cama" mesmo que me cause repulsa, mais acho que o fim vai ser legal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-8697153276995641590?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8697153276995641590/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/08/medo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/8697153276995641590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/8697153276995641590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/08/medo.html' title='medo'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-138158541786515766</id><published>2009-08-15T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T13:13:32.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>are baba</title><content type='html'>Eu não sei dizer o que quer dizer, o que vou dizer...pretendia escrever um livro, que na verdade acabou virando um diário, e deixei de escrever muitas coisas pelas quais ainda não estou pronta e talvez nunca esteja, mais valerá apena, espero que fique para as posteridades, quero que meus fihos saibam, as trapalhadas dais quais tive envolvida,bom durante essas férias que já se acabam, creio que mudei e aprendi muitas coisas... entedi um pouco minha irmã, sobre aquilo que não saber o que quer, ou quem quer, tipo descobri que você pode amar várias pessoas , cada uma dia uma forma, e isso é muito bom,e eu que criticava tanto, conheci uma pessoa esse ano, não em condições normais, será destino??? num sei mais é um cara maravilhoso, nem sei como descreve-lo e tipo sabe quando você pensa na pessoa, e vem aquele sorriso nos lábios? isso aí, tambem conhece outro cara, que  seria a pessoa ideal pra mim, senão fosse esse gélido coração que se recusou a bater, sinto muito, eu acho que ele tem vida própria! também tem outro muy caliente que cheguei a temer, mais que as vezes eu sinto falta( você num vale nada mais eu gosto de você...)tem um antigo amigo, aquele eu amo de qualquer jeito( me leva pra africa com vx???)&lt;br /&gt;e agora me aparece uma raridade, um puro, e essa é uma situação bem inusitada, nunca passei por isso, agora não sei o que fazer, bom vamos ver o que o tempo me diz neh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-138158541786515766?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/138158541786515766/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/08/are-baba.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/138158541786515766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/138158541786515766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/08/are-baba.html' title='are baba'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-1158015027240269675</id><published>2009-08-08T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T15:53:32.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quando eu voltar a ter net, continuo as minhas memorias&lt;br /&gt;tem coisa pra contar~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-1158015027240269675?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1158015027240269675/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/08/quando-eu-voltar-ter-net-continuo-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/1158015027240269675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/1158015027240269675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/08/quando-eu-voltar-ter-net-continuo-as.html' title=''/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-7783656137809177974</id><published>2009-04-26T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T17:00:59.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O.o</title><content type='html'>É... quanto tempo neh?, desculpe, preciso desvaziar um poucu meu porão&lt;br /&gt;estou com raiva agora, pela falta de interesse , resposabilidade, compromisso de vcs! me fizeram perder tampo, mais o que fazer neh? eu gosto disso ,  eu amo cantar, o que fazer então? vcs precisam crescer!!!então amanhã eu volto pra escola!!! Uhulll.Estou meio mal, to sentido que perdi minha escencia, to sentindo falta daquela menina...essa libertinagem minha ta me sufocando, credo!nossa hoje fiz um cagadão! falei demais, agora tenho que consertar a verdade com a mentira.lol,Poxa mais que inferno de cam! esse povo parece q nunca viram cam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-7783656137809177974?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7783656137809177974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/04/oo.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/7783656137809177974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/7783656137809177974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/04/oo.html' title='O.o'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-7868447809391098835</id><published>2009-04-25T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T04:18:00.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-7868447809391098835?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7868447809391098835/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/7868447809391098835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/7868447809391098835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_25.html' title=''/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-5878125475017538294</id><published>2009-04-11T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T05:15:34.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Felix PáscOa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SeCJxLd03jI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Oa_l3kEzOWY/s1600-h/pascoa003.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323406237536411186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 337px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SeCJxLd03jI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Oa_l3kEzOWY/s400/pascoa003.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Páscoa significa renascimento, renascer.Desejo que neste dia, em que nós cristãos,comemoramos o seu renascimento para a vida eterna,possamos renascer também em nossos corações.Que neste momento tão especial de reflexãopossamos lembrar daqueles que estão aflitos e sem esperanças.Possamos fazer uma prece por aqueles que já não o fazem mais,porque perderam a fé em um novo recomeçar,pois esqueceram que a vida é um eterno ressurgir.Não nos deixe esquecerque mesmo nos momentos mais difíceis do nosso caminho,tú estás conosco em nossos corações,porque mesmo que já tenhamos esquecido de ti,você jamais o faz.Pois, padeceste o martírio da cruz em nome do Paie pela humanidade,que muitas e muitas vezes esquece disso.Esquecem de ti e do teu sacrificioQuando agridem seu irmão,Quando ignoram aqueles que passam fome,Quando ignoram os que sofrem a dor da perda e da separação,Quando usam a força do poder para dominar e maltratar o próximo,Quando não lembram que uma palavra de carinho, um sorriso,um afago, um gesto podem fazer o mundo melhor.Jesus…Conceda-me a graça de ser menos egoísta,e mais solidário para com aqueles que precisam.Que jamais esqueça de ti e de que sempre estarás comigonão importa quão difícil seja meu caminhar.Obrigado Senhor,Pelo muito que tenho e pelo pouco que possa vir a ter.Por minha vida e por minha &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="return false;" onmouseover="hw8131784480241(event, this, '-1036708920'); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='solid';" style="CURSOR: hand; COLOR: #cc0099; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px dotted; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" onclick="hwClick8131784480241(-1036708920);return false;" onmouseout="hideMaybe(event, this); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='dotted 1px'; " href="http://mensagensepoemas.uol.com.br/#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;alma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; imortal.Obrigado Senhor!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Desejo um Feliz Páscoa a todos meus amigos blogueiros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-5878125475017538294?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5878125475017538294/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/04/felix-pascoa.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/5878125475017538294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/5878125475017538294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/04/felix-pascoa.html' title='Felix PáscOa'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SeCJxLd03jI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Oa_l3kEzOWY/s72-c/pascoa003.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-6078336838896500998</id><published>2009-04-03T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T15:38:24.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SdaP1_zc0II/AAAAAAAAAWo/W1AeGcLIQ9Q/s1600-h/imagem.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320598167607890050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SdaP1_zc0II/AAAAAAAAAWo/W1AeGcLIQ9Q/s400/imagem.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SdaPUJx2eCI/AAAAAAAAAWg/xofRDiF7dYY/s1600-h/imagem.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-6078336838896500998?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6078336838896500998/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/6078336838896500998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/6078336838896500998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SdaP1_zc0II/AAAAAAAAAWo/W1AeGcLIQ9Q/s72-c/imagem.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-6051938963838217857</id><published>2009-03-25T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T08:27:42.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas idiotas sobre mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1-Já tentei lamber meu cotovelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2-Meu sonho é ter um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pônei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3-Meu sonho é ser um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pônei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;4-Nunca ponho crédito no meu celular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;5- Eu calço n°34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;6- tenho um chinelo da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hello&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kittie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;7-Adoro beber vinagre com sal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;8-Como pipoca com &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sazon&lt;/span&gt;,limão, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;catchup&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;masstumati&lt;/span&gt;), maionese, e as vezes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;orégano&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;9-Abro a geladeira pra pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;10-Adoro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;patrick&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bob&lt;/span&gt; esponja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;11-Quando criança achava que era a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sailormoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;12- Já &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;peidei&lt;/span&gt; na água pra fazer bolinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;13- Leio e como deitada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;14-Já arrotei na rua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;15-Sempre sonhei ter uma banda e fazer um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;show&lt;/span&gt; pra milhões de pessoa, tocar bateria e violino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;16-Meu apelido era &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;batatinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;17-Dou gritos quando acaba a luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;18-Já fiz concurso de arroto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;20-Já cai num buraco de esgoto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;21-Já escrevi duas cartas de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;22-Dou risada sozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;23-Fico no mundo da lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;24-Já quis viajar pelo mundo só com uma mochila nas costas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;25-Meu sonho é ser escritora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;26-Todo mundo pensa que eu tenho uns 14 anos...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;aff&lt;/span&gt;(vantagem ou desvantagem?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;27-Fico irritada quando me acordam quando não estou dormindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;28-Já li umas quatro vezes o mesmo livro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;29-Escrevi um testamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;30-Lia 12 livros por mês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;31-Perdi não sei quantos minutos escrevendo isso! E pior q tem mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-6051938963838217857?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6051938963838217857/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/03/coisas-idiotas-sobre-mim.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/6051938963838217857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/6051938963838217857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/03/coisas-idiotas-sobre-mim.html' title='Coisas idiotas sobre mim'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-1865515919681106706</id><published>2009-03-24T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T08:14:38.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AmigO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/Scj4ZKM5akI/AAAAAAAAAWU/Ek1P_r7FIWw/s1600-h/amigos3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316772471229737538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/Scj4ZKM5akI/AAAAAAAAAWU/Ek1P_r7FIWw/s400/amigos3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A cada dia que vivo, mais me convenço de que o desperdício da vida está no amor que não damos, nas forças que não usamos, na&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;prudência egoísta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que nada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;arrisca e que, esquivando-nos do sofrimento, perdemos também a felicidade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A dor é inevitável. O sofrimento é opcional&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carlos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Drummond&lt;/span&gt; de Andrade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Linda essa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;msg&lt;/span&gt; não? recebi do meu amigo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pleiba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Incrível como a gente em meio a essas viagens "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;internéticas&lt;/span&gt;" podemos encontrar pessoas tão &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;especiais&lt;/span&gt; assim,que as vezes só com uma palavra amiga, pode tornar nossos dias mais felizes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pleiba&lt;/span&gt; , eu não te conhece pessoalmente, mas já posso ter a certeza em afirmar que tu é muito especial, você é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;show&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bejitoxxx&lt;/span&gt; no coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-8857996260907280194</id><published>2009-03-12T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T16:59:11.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sacanagem neh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SbmguBi7_-I/AAAAAAAAAWM/vbOHoQILxMU/s1600-h/luto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312453948009611234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SbmguBi7_-I/AAAAAAAAAWM/vbOHoQILxMU/s400/luto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Poca&lt;/span&gt; vergonha ta esse país viu, já subiram o preço da passagem, e tudo isso pra quê? pro povo viajar a pé !!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;afffff&lt;/span&gt;, are baba!!!incrível, a capacidade de "não trabalhar" desses políticos ,tipo os cara mal aparecem lá no congresso e quando vão é pra ficar fazendo leis toscas q não &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;favorecem&lt;/span&gt; a população,e se tem algum lá com boa vontade, e resolve fazer algo que presta os outros vedam^^ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ninguem&lt;/span&gt; merece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E outra coisa também, q gente luta tanto nesse vida por nossos direitos, que quando conseguimos, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;naum&lt;/span&gt; fazemos uso deles!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pô&lt;/span&gt; gente, quando vocês ficarem lá na fila do banco horas pra serem atendidos, reclama lá, o máximo q podemos ficar é 15 minutos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E como sempre dizem que politico bom é politico morto, acho que é verdade, por que quando aparece um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cabloco&lt;/span&gt; que quer fazer a diferença sempre tem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;alguem&lt;/span&gt; que quer cortar o barato dele!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-8857996260907280194?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8857996260907280194/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/03/sacagem-neh.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/8857996260907280194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/8857996260907280194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/03/sacagem-neh.html' title='sacanagem neh'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SbmguBi7_-I/AAAAAAAAAWM/vbOHoQILxMU/s72-c/luto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-5204587533012724137</id><published>2009-02-21T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T10:33:00.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aí vai ele... Mid night sun versão brasileira hebert tirrichers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eu não disse, mais naquela noite, eu tive vontade de durmir contigo, sim, durmir ao seu lado, com seus braços envolto do meu corpo, me protegendo do todo mal...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Por que você me olhou daquele jeito? só porque eu disse que aquela era a nossa música??mais é verdade, todas as músicas do mundo pentence a nós..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-5204587533012724137?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5204587533012724137/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/02/ai-vai-ele-mid-night-sun-versao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/5204587533012724137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/5204587533012724137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/02/ai-vai-ele-mid-night-sun-versao.html' title='Aí vai ele... Mid night sun versão brasileira hebert tirrichers'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-7246969354510479295</id><published>2009-02-19T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T04:52:15.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SZ1VR9aOjtI/AAAAAAAAAV8/pru5xisNZn4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304489703143018194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SZ1VR9aOjtI/AAAAAAAAAV8/pru5xisNZn4/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Ah!, como eu queria pegar todas as pessoinhas que eu amo, e colocá-las numa caixinha, e guardá-las pra sempre no meu coração, e dizer:nunca se afastem, fiquem do meu lado pelo resto de minha vida, não me abandonem jamais, mais isso não é possível :(...me perdoem se eu não digo que as amo, se ás vezes eu pareço distante, se tem horas que eu me afasto, se ás vezes eu não tenho nada pra dizer... me perdoem, mas eu sou assim mesmo, nem eu me entendo, eu juro que gostaria de ser uma bem melhor, alguem que transmitisse alegria, força coragem,mas eu não posso...(estou com medo, vou fugir de casa...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;realmente...só mais uma lágrima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-7246969354510479295?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7246969354510479295/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/02/ah-como-eu-queria-pegar-todas-as.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/7246969354510479295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/7246969354510479295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/02/ah-como-eu-queria-pegar-todas-as.html' title=''/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SZ1VR9aOjtI/AAAAAAAAAV8/pru5xisNZn4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-1559638520732175847</id><published>2009-02-16T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T09:37:42.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EnsaiO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SZk6I3_vdQI/AAAAAAAAAVs/J1-AMoCJIg0/s1600-h/ensaio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303333960350135554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 387px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SZk6I3_vdQI/AAAAAAAAAVs/J1-AMoCJIg0/s400/ensaio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sorte de hoje&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A paciência é a arte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;da esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Eu sei muito bem o que quero da minha vida...só naum si como fazer^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SZk_WD7P2DI/AAAAAAAAAV0/aXLLuPK9vgA/s1600-h/Imagem+251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303339684448950322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SZk_WD7P2DI/AAAAAAAAAV0/aXLLuPK9vgA/s400/Imagem+251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Você precisa buscar seu momento inspiração, o que te dá força pra continuar vivendo ou lutando. Quando encontrar isso, terá muito mais que ouro nas mãos. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-1559638520732175847?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1559638520732175847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/02/ensaio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/1559638520732175847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/1559638520732175847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/02/ensaio.html' title='EnsaiO'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SZk6I3_vdQI/AAAAAAAAAVs/J1-AMoCJIg0/s72-c/ensaio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-1953499072455338303</id><published>2009-02-12T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T11:16:00.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tem dias na vida, de chuva e naum de sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SZR048KGv4I/AAAAAAAAAVc/XiQhJ987vIw/s1600-h/acaminhodamata3sa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301991182891925378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SZR048KGv4I/AAAAAAAAAVc/XiQhJ987vIw/s400/acaminhodamata3sa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sabe aqueles dias em que o mundo parece assustador, em que a terra vai ser abrir e te engolir vivo?, em que até mesmo uma formiga parece um gigante e vai te esmagar?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;em que vc olha pros lados e não ve nada nem ninguem, em que vc grita mais a voz naum sai, em que parece que ninguem te vê e nem te ouvi ,sabe? então , é assim que me sinto hj, já não tenho mais nada, até o que naum tinha me foi tirado, já não tenho razão nenhuma, nenhuma...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que fazer agora? desistir de mim, e lutar pelos outros?, já que eu naum tenho felicidade , devo lutar pela felicidade dos outros? eu naum sei.... só sei que naum tenho mais nenhuma força...nenhuma....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-1953499072455338303?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1953499072455338303/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/02/tem-dias-na-vida-de-chuva-e-naum-de-sol.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/1953499072455338303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/1953499072455338303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/02/tem-dias-na-vida-de-chuva-e-naum-de-sol.html' title='Tem dias na vida, de chuva e naum de sol'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SZR048KGv4I/AAAAAAAAAVc/XiQhJ987vIw/s72-c/acaminhodamata3sa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-7099143045498457891</id><published>2009-02-12T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T11:06:40.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toda criança sonha ser feliz....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SZRyS2mzDMI/AAAAAAAAAVU/CH2qDeaVJb0/s1600-h/IMG1457A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301988329543371970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SZRyS2mzDMI/AAAAAAAAAVU/CH2qDeaVJb0/s400/IMG1457A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Junte-se mais com a sua família, mesmo que seja só para uma refeição. E assim você viverá momentos inesquecíveis com quem mais te ama...Eles podem não ser o melhor modelo de família, podem não ser a família mais agradável, mais rica, mais inteligente...Porém, família não se escolhe, e se pudessemos escolher, não escolheríamos tão bem assim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deus ilumine o paraiso da criança Mesmo se os problemas vem desde o jardim de infância...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-7099143045498457891?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7099143045498457891/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/02/toda-crianca-sonha-ser-feliz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/7099143045498457891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/7099143045498457891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/02/toda-crianca-sonha-ser-feliz.html' title='Toda criança sonha ser feliz....'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SZRyS2mzDMI/AAAAAAAAAVU/CH2qDeaVJb0/s72-c/IMG1457A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-4690698181452360965</id><published>2009-02-12T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T04:38:13.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O pensamento tão confuso  Indeciso, coragem e medo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SZQWp6fIBAI/AAAAAAAAAVM/T19Q7i62GxU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301887570652169218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SZQWp6fIBAI/AAAAAAAAAVM/T19Q7i62GxU/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dizem que eu sou corajosa, mas ninguem sabe do medo que estou sentindo..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;caraca, a escola é como um zoológico, tem cada bixo estranhO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ahsahusuhauhsuhahshahhhsa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-4690698181452360965?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4690698181452360965/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-pensamento-tao-confuso-indeciso.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/4690698181452360965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/4690698181452360965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-pensamento-tao-confuso-indeciso.html' title='O pensamento tão confuso  Indeciso, coragem e medo'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SZQWp6fIBAI/AAAAAAAAAVM/T19Q7i62GxU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-1013841535873213207</id><published>2009-02-09T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T09:15:57.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SZBkm5HZ5MI/AAAAAAAAAVE/tV3tRorE4cM/s1600-h/Imagem+443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300847380744758466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SZBkm5HZ5MI/AAAAAAAAAVE/tV3tRorE4cM/s400/Imagem+443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AQUI TA A FOTO, por enquanto é essa aí, a música é "My immortal"Evanescence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a frase seria"AMOU PROFUNDAMENTE AS ESTRELAS , POR QUE TEMEU A ESCURIDÃO",mas eu naum tenho medo do escuro! bom então vai essa"TUDO QUE TINHA ERA DE DEUS , DEUS LHE DEU E ELE MESMO TOMOU" essa é massa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;jaque, no esqueça de ler isso aki, avisa a mãe.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-1013841535873213207?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1013841535873213207/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/02/game-over.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/1013841535873213207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/1013841535873213207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/02/game-over.html' title='Game Over'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SZBkm5HZ5MI/AAAAAAAAAVE/tV3tRorE4cM/s72-c/Imagem+443.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-7321277056896939029</id><published>2009-02-08T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T13:04:01.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SY9GtK1U1xI/AAAAAAAAAU8/pn4a0BPHezY/s1600-h/imagem.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300533028254439186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SY9GtK1U1xI/AAAAAAAAAU8/pn4a0BPHezY/s400/imagem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Queria que existisse uma escama de dragão, pra mim falar assim:eu desejo,eu desejo, de todo coração, voar para longe ,para terra dos dragões, e eu quero ir pra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bahia&lt;/span&gt;, comer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;acarajé&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;lembrei...há muito tempo atrás enquanto arrumava a cama do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lipe&lt;/span&gt; disse pra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fran&lt;/span&gt; e pro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ivan&lt;/span&gt;...: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;vo&lt;/span&gt; pra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bauru&lt;/span&gt;, arrumar um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;trampo&lt;/span&gt; e comprar uma casinha pra gente!!!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ahushuauhsuhhu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ki&lt;/span&gt; besta :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-7321277056896939029?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7321277056896939029/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/02/queria-que-existisse-uma-escama-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/7321277056896939029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/7321277056896939029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/02/queria-que-existisse-uma-escama-de.html' title=''/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SY9GtK1U1xI/AAAAAAAAAU8/pn4a0BPHezY/s72-c/imagem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-4734657509605526847</id><published>2009-02-07T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T07:27:28.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SY2oVXFDP4I/AAAAAAAAAU0/QpFn4dd8-UQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300077421410860930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SY2oVXFDP4I/AAAAAAAAAU0/QpFn4dd8-UQ/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu mininO, me leva pra beein longe daki...pra onde nem o céu seja o limite....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-4734657509605526847?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4734657509605526847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/4734657509605526847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/4734657509605526847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='♥'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SY2oVXFDP4I/AAAAAAAAAU0/QpFn4dd8-UQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-1268478211336846327</id><published>2009-02-06T08:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T09:21:28.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu teste de personalidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Resultado&lt;/b&gt;: 42 pontos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os outros te vêem como alguém alegre, animado, charmoso, divertido, prático e interessante, alguém que está constantemente no centro de atenções, mas suficientemente bem equilibrado para não deixar isso subir a cabeça. Eles também te vêem como amável, compreensível, alguém que sempre os anima e os ajuda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.interney.net/testes/teste016.php"&gt;Teste&lt;br /&gt;de Personalidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oferecimento: &lt;a href="http://www.interney.net/"&gt;InterNey.Net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Maladrinha, hein? O seu jogo é fingir que não está muito interessada e deixar o cara meio na dúvida, tentando saber qual é a sua. Você dá uma de caça, mas é a caçadora... Eles caem direitinho, não é? Cuidado apenas para não abusar dessas estratégias porque um dia o feitiço pode virar contra a feiticeira. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;hahusauhsauhsuhauhsuasua^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mulher -» Você é segura e lida bem com suas emoções e conflitos do dia-a-dia. Prática e objetiva, sabe o que quer e trilha os caminhos certos para conseguir. Você assume seus defeitos sem necessidade de culpar os outros. Gosta de se questionar para se conhecer melhor e crescer. Está preparada para um relacionamento mais sério, com um cara um pouco mais velho. Os meninos da mesma idade normalmente são mais infantis do que você e não vão satisfazê-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;MEU AMANTE PERFEITO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sendo uma pessoa de natureza curiosa, moderna e ávida de novos contactos, você procura alguém que lhe proporcione viagens e aventuras. Gosta de situações arriscadas e divertidas ao mesmo tempo, e a sua sede intelectual faz com que se envolva em situações que podem parecer loucas aos seus amigos, mas que para si são normalíssimas. Procura, por isso, um(a) parceiro(a) de mil máscaras, que se adapte facilmente a situações diferentes e que lhe proporcione uma vida bastante agitada. Terá de ser alguém com grande sentido de humor, ágil e de espírito jovem, cuja filosofia compense um pouco a sua instabilidade.Graças a essa pessoa, você pode tornar-se mais subtil nos contactos sociais e pode assim cultivar a arte da comunicação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-1268478211336846327?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1268478211336846327/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/02/meu-teste-de-personalidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/1268478211336846327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/1268478211336846327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/02/meu-teste-de-personalidade.html' title='Meu teste de personalidade'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-3820511407459611196</id><published>2009-02-06T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T06:08:14.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trote Técnico *O*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYw7wcIKajI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ENR2q50EZiY/s1600-h/Imagem+560.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299676564878420530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYw7wcIKajI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ENR2q50EZiY/s400/Imagem+560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Quem sou eu?quem sou eu? quem sou eu???...cáah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;adivinha o que eu tava fazendO???? ofkokoofkofkofofkogokfgofgofog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ontem comecei minhas aulas do curso de mecânica, caracaaa foi muito lokOOOO, já chegamos cantando o hino nacional em fila indiana, e falaram que a gnt ia ter que fazer isso todo dia Aff tipos os professor eram mó paranóicos, se o cel de alguém tocava já ia pra direção!os professor tudo bravo, naum , e pra acabar, só eu de mulher na sala néh, caraca eu devia ganhar o premio nobel de entrar em enrascadas, teve um professor lá que meteu o pito num aluno , fiquei até com dó,era um entra e sai de professores se apresentando, e já passando avaliações, e ainda tava filmando tudo,teve um prof que passou uma lista muito doida de manterias pra comprar, cara se somar tudo dá uns mil reais! saca só....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;-Chapa de inox 2/2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;-paquimetro metal...hãa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;-tarugo...? q ilsso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;-lima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Machado! eita pega!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Depois veio uma professora, tipo aliviei neh, amiguinhaaaa!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;cara , ela parecia bem neurótica, falou assim que era pros caras respeitar eu, que naum era pra fazer gracinhas quando eu fosse no quadro, minha cara queimou!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;depois veio outro falando de um tal de paus grandes, que era pra gente falar como o pau grande é introduzido na mecanica!!! Mon Dieu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;tipo eu me lá me empenhando na minha redação de pau grande...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;ficamos de 7 e meia até 11 sem recreio, e depois descobrimos que era tudo armação!nossa eu já tava pronta pra desistir do curso! hasuhashuauhsuhashua,ainda bem que era tudo armação...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;ah e sempre que eu to em alguma situação difícil, me inspiro e me arrisco a fazer umas frases, ontem nasceu essa aki..." Se naum sabe...,inventa!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYxEJhHHnXI/AAAAAAAAAUU/7sB-pMcYjko/s1600-h/Imagem+538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299685791805971826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYxEJhHHnXI/AAAAAAAAAUU/7sB-pMcYjko/s400/Imagem+538.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-3820511407459611196?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3820511407459611196/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYr9L1MOerI/AAAAAAAAATE/vu6mQf1Rlas/s1600-h/minhas+fotos+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299326291253557938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYr9L1MOerI/AAAAAAAAATE/vu6mQf1Rlas/s400/minhas+fotos+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmt7uBlFkI/AAAAAAAAAS8/k6jQC-13Vm8/s1600-h/IMG1361A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298957678056642114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmt7uBlFkI/AAAAAAAAAS8/k6jQC-13Vm8/s400/IMG1361A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; se tudo der certo esse mês mesmo, eu realizo meu antigo sonho...tirar aquela foto....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmsz3tdEvI/AAAAAAAAAS0/6VOkkP65D_I/s1600-h/Imagem+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298956443706004210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmsz3tdEvI/AAAAAAAAAS0/6VOkkP65D_I/s400/Imagem+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dia de concretização de todo meu arrependimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmsMcRL9WI/AAAAAAAAASs/6vJUK5_ZxI4/s1600-h/Imagem+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298955766324786530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmsMcRL9WI/AAAAAAAAASs/6vJUK5_ZxI4/s400/Imagem+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cantaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmrPvy7YOI/AAAAAAAAASk/W26SfonlT7U/s1600-h/caar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298954723594559714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmrPvy7YOI/AAAAAAAAASk/W26SfonlT7U/s400/caar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Um anjo fez pra mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmq3ZMw18I/AAAAAAAAASc/HYv_EG8OMaU/s1600-h/Imagem+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298954305212045250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmq3ZMw18I/AAAAAAAAASc/HYv_EG8OMaU/s400/Imagem+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; vamus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmqPDb-fpI/AAAAAAAAASU/APEFZYeCcoQ/s1600-h/c.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298953612175507090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmqPDb-fpI/AAAAAAAAASU/APEFZYeCcoQ/s400/c.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A primeira foto que cocloquei no perfil do orkut....credooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmplJY82CI/AAAAAAAAASM/z6pBNzLbe0Y/s1600-h/minhas+fotos+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298952892218923042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmplJY82CI/AAAAAAAAASM/z6pBNzLbe0Y/s400/minhas+fotos+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mon Bebê, amo♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmm99ACl6I/AAAAAAAAASE/i-7oxz8SOcQ/s1600-h/Imagem+484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298950019855062946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmm99ACl6I/AAAAAAAAASE/i-7oxz8SOcQ/s400/Imagem+484.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Na janela a pensar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmmreVdv8I/AAAAAAAAAR8/lJQHpwc0QzI/s1600-h/Imagem+173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298949702385778626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmmreVdv8I/AAAAAAAAAR8/lJQHpwc0QzI/s400/Imagem+173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tarde de...poses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmmbpucy6I/AAAAAAAAAR0/sQUVbfmdpcw/s1600-h/Imagem+396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298949430565456802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmmbpucy6I/AAAAAAAAAR0/sQUVbfmdpcw/s400/Imagem+396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;antes de sair , vái uma fotinha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYml9HrDMYI/AAAAAAAAARs/VkKUMc29_ns/s1600-h/ATcAAABo_ZMqRQ3so_eqrHE1fHW2QFRINZC9seQziz9O7dy0kkGlxoSUU7uvk57wXLvTL9qY6ngDR1tpkZhsFt1tb0gfAJtU9VACaAZIh1Gp-Ffa_oj2s_xTxl_iIA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298948906028315010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYml9HrDMYI/AAAAAAAAARs/VkKUMc29_ns/s400/ATcAAABo_ZMqRQ3so_eqrHE1fHW2QFRINZC9seQziz9O7dy0kkGlxoSUU7uvk57wXLvTL9qY6ngDR1tpkZhsFt1tb0gfAJtU9VACaAZIh1Gp-Ffa_oj2s_xTxl_iIA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primo no desfile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmlMzPwpdI/AAAAAAAAARk/-pRSOyjNj6w/s1600-h/minhas+fotos+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298948075911423442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmlMzPwpdI/AAAAAAAAARk/-pRSOyjNj6w/s400/minhas+fotos+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia de pouca inspiração e muita zuação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmkkVlza5I/AAAAAAAAARc/btb8A18NwqY/s1600-h/Imagem+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298947380756048786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmkkVlza5I/AAAAAAAAARc/btb8A18NwqY/s400/Imagem+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor mesmo só de mãe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmkKbh9K7I/AAAAAAAAARU/fG-sR17YIkc/s1600-h/mana+cah+e+mana+jaque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298946935673924530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmkKbh9K7I/AAAAAAAAARU/fG-sR17YIkc/s400/mana+cah+e+mana+jaque.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noite de muita inspiração e muita zuação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmkDQ1g0RI/AAAAAAAAARM/8kVlPEj_iso/s1600-h/bg_6002546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298946812544078098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmkDQ1g0RI/AAAAAAAAARM/8kVlPEj_iso/s400/bg_6002546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia de prova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmj2LPn0EI/AAAAAAAAARE/TcfRLEHeRus/s1600-h/S7306482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298946587704676418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmj2LPn0EI/AAAAAAAAARE/TcfRLEHeRus/s400/S7306482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No senta pq no é de menta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmjOZoOGsI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Ll0T343QOr0/s1600-h/ATgAAAAhzBvsx3qZAMPK7SBIe_oIO23Wx_2JB9kvYm9dVW9nzjN3bn9IsrXf4M_zSBUu7L3tSqjjB0itHdCbwvGhspg9AJtU9VAdLFvEVy2gm3SUFqoG7ZXMKXrbEQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298945904371178178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmjOZoOGsI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Ll0T343QOr0/s400/ATgAAAAhzBvsx3qZAMPK7SBIe_oIO23Wx_2JB9kvYm9dVW9nzjN3bn9IsrXf4M_zSBUu7L3tSqjjB0itHdCbwvGhspg9AJtU9VAdLFvEVy2gm3SUFqoG7ZXMKXrbEQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a debutar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmi-XS1brI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/XgQVXAe4sls/s1600-h/ATYAAABkEpkUrYWIPgd25VhgpL1i7-FgOQvcd0GUn1LKRFXqEOsM7nh0al0aVKYzlwfXD5XBBFU8AK8C27UshfRV-mcFAJtU9VBB79d6_GiGbYdATfL1UvWO2Fdr6A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298945628866703026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmi-XS1brI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/XgQVXAe4sls/s400/ATYAAABkEpkUrYWIPgd25VhgpL1i7-FgOQvcd0GUn1LKRFXqEOsM7nh0al0aVKYzlwfXD5XBBFU8AK8C27UshfRV-mcFAJtU9VBB79d6_GiGbYdATfL1UvWO2Fdr6A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juntando as 3 naum dá uma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmiyJzEpII/AAAAAAAAAQs/nW2-kP_pBUk/s1600-h/ATgAAADKIXu9plF_vfHaSe46yqSh_nn5LyHJ1x4StDGOzs1XQQ61Xg5Uzi9848lnlbKkEuzTuT3Bed3bndjmoM5zWw1JAJtU9VCkE5yjWqAIWey2bqs-Ei4-eV795A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298945419085390978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmiyJzEpII/AAAAAAAAAQs/nW2-kP_pBUk/s400/ATgAAADKIXu9plF_vfHaSe46yqSh_nn5LyHJ1x4StDGOzs1XQQ61Xg5Uzi9848lnlbKkEuzTuT3Bed3bndjmoM5zWw1JAJtU9VCkE5yjWqAIWey2bqs-Ei4-eV795A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O quarteto fodástico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmife5S4iI/AAAAAAAAAQk/AWPW8mk76VA/s1600-h/ATYAAACKCitW9H0l_cLrlGjzp14CMbFWej7Jv3C-OeJQmg3oe51ulc7fz2dOwDIE0prMTZeQicbasbRMf0CpYLOFsmoYAJtU9VCkenljBtGdg6dBCI-i-QLgUD10Jw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298945098331120162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmife5S4iI/AAAAAAAAAQk/AWPW8mk76VA/s400/ATYAAACKCitW9H0l_cLrlGjzp14CMbFWej7Jv3C-OeJQmg3oe51ulc7fz2dOwDIE0prMTZeQicbasbRMf0CpYLOFsmoYAJtU9VCkenljBtGdg6dBCI-i-QLgUD10Jw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cáah and Jaquee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmiEzNTSDI/AAAAAAAAAQc/igLZb01BaHA/s1600-h/ATgAAAANyJgNVOOCcqCC-1EehDPDmF6d3EPvIRLB_dymqNKOtVvfi-jxTn2jRYzXkFUpD0YHnh8XnN5lJR9Y_ig18nCrAJtU9VAdD-R3VDMP9EIQQJpX164nXpX_LA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298944639927273522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmiEzNTSDI/AAAAAAAAAQc/igLZb01BaHA/s400/ATgAAAANyJgNVOOCcqCC-1EehDPDmF6d3EPvIRLB_dymqNKOtVvfi-jxTn2jRYzXkFUpD0YHnh8XnN5lJR9Y_ig18nCrAJtU9VAdD-R3VDMP9EIQQJpX164nXpX_LA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Familiy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmh03g-peI/AAAAAAAAAQU/onLpBG93xLk/s1600-h/ATgAAABf7iyZrF4ns6wU0JYfMwgqpmjfm5zmdOj1PPmNQntBlUNgddHU7D_Js7-D2604vubZwTOKlAfBY6xPHu1vnTU8AJtU9VDBV2Vaz78mhunWw-ogi0o4Ez8Kww.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298944366205642210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmh03g-peI/AAAAAAAAAQU/onLpBG93xLk/s400/ATgAAABf7iyZrF4ns6wU0JYfMwgqpmjfm5zmdOj1PPmNQntBlUNgddHU7D_Js7-D2604vubZwTOKlAfBY6xPHu1vnTU8AJtU9VDBV2Vaz78mhunWw-ogi0o4Ez8Kww.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ki trabalho ki nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmhcGdJbaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/MzphHCGd_GU/s1600-h/ATgAAAAgY0UAD3ajPE8QHtEE6THrhE6WzuNSAiiVCuKZRJiNlgXAYiVvFxMjrJ3EMp6OY4WXTFVHVVr-Nlt7MlXjA5VtAJtU9VCfIf45PR6C9NR6BLuXMwUt-BsFWA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298943940719373730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmhcGdJbaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/MzphHCGd_GU/s400/ATgAAAAgY0UAD3ajPE8QHtEE6THrhE6WzuNSAiiVCuKZRJiNlgXAYiVvFxMjrJ3EMp6OY4WXTFVHVVr-Nlt7MlXjA5VtAJtU9VCfIf45PR6C9NR6BLuXMwUt-BsFWA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estamos de volta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmhQrOd7jI/AAAAAAAAAQE/NkbO0WQqbAA/s1600-h/ATYAAABzsZEQ8ddd-0zlMkTUKDZs0LZZWm57zgbEHgpPgS9qa69_kQAQNa42srIoJ8xuNhRZ4VYKDMX7Q_OJkF3qcE2nAJtU9VCEZlekq1Ea3Yo5SHGi9oCezVdiWQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298943744431484466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmhQrOd7jI/AAAAAAAAAQE/NkbO0WQqbAA/s400/ATYAAABzsZEQ8ddd-0zlMkTUKDZs0LZZWm57zgbEHgpPgS9qa69_kQAQNa42srIoJ8xuNhRZ4VYKDMX7Q_OJkF3qcE2nAJtU9VCEZlekq1Ea3Yo5SHGi9oCezVdiWQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é uma avião?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmg4sJyzwI/AAAAAAAAAP8/FGMsczM0NeQ/s1600-h/bg_7574335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298943332363456258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmg4sJyzwI/AAAAAAAAAP8/FGMsczM0NeQ/s400/bg_7574335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desfile... sô chic beiin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmgj5v9pxI/AAAAAAAAAP0/qhiALh3Wuy8/s1600-h/Imagem+420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298942975235958546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYmgj5v9pxI/AAAAAAAAAP0/qhiALh3Wuy8/s400/Imagem+420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os manos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYr9L1MOerI/AAAAAAAAATE/vu6mQf1Rlas/s72-c/minhas+fotos+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-5721100577016996622</id><published>2009-02-03T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T08:15:08.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Na rua  só até as 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Se liga na ideia que eu agora eu vou dizer, a história de um muleque que precisava vencer, a fome e a morte e a desnutrição, ele não tinha muitas opções, muleque já cheirava muito antes de dos 16, andava muito doido, curtia muito bem da malandragem ele era o melhor, sempre linha de frente segurava os b.o, mas acontece que um dia a casa caiu, dizia os homem, ninguem ali sol quadrado viu, era a primeira de muitas que viria a acontecer, cotidiano urbano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt; pode crer, com jesus cristo na cabeça você tudo pode vercer, então pode crer com jesus cristo na cabeça você tudo pode vencer, então pode crer, com jesus cristo na cabeça você tudo pode vercer, então pode crer com jesus cristo na cabeça você tudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ai pai lembra de mim recorda meu rosto, sou aquele bebê mal criado que por você era aborto, cresci, consegui sobreviver, mas to aqui, vivendo a lei da rua sem ver minha mãe sorrir, sorrir pra que né pai, o mundo é tão cruel papai noel trouxe foi droga eu começei chera uns papel, na rua deu pra garantir um cobertor no frio, um agasalho do corinthians pago pau quem viu... ele já não conseguiria mais parar de usar, um viciado independente fazendo a mãe chorar, chego a roubar em casa tudo virou fumaça parecia não existir mais solução, um dia muito doido já chegou o fim da linha, caiu de overdose a morte lhe queria, ali lembrou de tudo que sua mãe dizia, meu filho só jesus é a solução de sua vida, então parou pra pensar agora pode entender, o outro lado da vida estava a conhecer, lembrou da sua infancia, escola dominical, agora é tarde de mais eu vejo o seu final, agora ele só pode ver a escuridão, salário do pecado é a morte escuta ai ladrão, ele vive o filme de terror e ele quem foi o autor, sem chegado, ser mano sente o devorador, se faz sua vida, com dor e muito pranto, nunca achou que era a sua vez e sim a do fulano, uma pobre alma muito longe do céu, no julgamento ele foi o réu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; então... pode crer, com jesus cristo na cabeça você tudo pode vercer, então pode crer com jesus cristo na cabeça você tudo pode vencer, então pode crer, com jesus cristo na cabeça você tudo pode vercer, então pode crer com jesus cristo na cabeça você tudo...&lt;br /&gt;Ele conta ele mesmo desafio estava feito, com o pensamento só partiu seu inimigo ao meio mesmo que é poderoso para livra-lo da morte o mesmo, mesmo é poderoso pra tira do cativeiro, não sobrou nem sequelas do vicio mortal da maldita escravidão não sobrou nem sinal... era um milagre vivo ele não ter morrido, só de estar vivo, só de ainda estar vivo... eu quero entender pai qual foi o que, que eu fiz pra você me abandonar dessa forma e me fazer tão infeliz, porque me deixou sozinho na margem do esgoto, dentro de um barraco sem rango bem louco, por isso gosto de saber perguto pra minha mãe quem é você, gosto de saber pergunto qual seu proceder, gosto de saber porque tentou me abortar, só queria que meu coração perdoasse pra poder te perdoar, a fome foi laser pai no ultimo natal passei mal, chapei fui parar no hospital, deitado na maca esbravejava o quanto minha mãe sofreu e repetia com palavras que pra mim você morreu, depois disso acordei pra vida e jesus me chamou... meu filho siga o caminho da vida com muito amor... estou com quase 18 agora junto aos fieis, to de l.a na rua só até as 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; pode crer, com jesus cristo na cabeça você tudo pode vercer, então pode crer com jesus cristo na cabeça você tudo pode vencer, então pode crer, com jesus cristo na cabeça você tudo pode vercer, então pode crer com jesus cristo na cabeça você tudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-5721100577016996622?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5721100577016996622/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/02/na-rua-so-ate-as-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/5721100577016996622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/5721100577016996622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/02/na-rua-so-ate-as-10.html' title='Na rua  só até as 10'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-1928882244806278440</id><published>2009-02-02T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T03:08:01.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYbSkkHO-6I/AAAAAAAAAPs/brAjhgJMfJA/s1600-h/f1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298153537259109282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 534px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 381px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYbSkkHO-6I/AAAAAAAAAPs/brAjhgJMfJA/s400/f1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Ontem talvez seria uma tarde de domingo que não aconteceu,mas aconteceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;nós fomos a praia, a Fran , a Camila, o Ivan , o Capelini e eu, tava muito calor, e ao som de maria cecilia e rodolfo, Uhul hasuhhsauhshahs, pena que naum levei minha cam,ah e eu percebi algumas coisas,percebi que quero muito aprender a nadar e a dançar psy...resolvi tambem parar de limitar meus sonhos por causa de grana, e se bobiar vou agora pra marilia fazer meu curso, e trabalhar nas minas de carvão!sei lá a gente vive com medo de tentar coisas novas, tipo se tudo der errado voce pode voltar, as vezes nem sempre isso é possivel , mas é pior ficar vivendo a assim, sem viver...e ah muitas coisas pra mim fazer , tipo já fiz minha listinha pra 2009 e com o tempo ela vai crescer, e como dizem os poetas do nxo, "O tempo revela todas as respostas" cada dia que passa as coisas vão fazendo sentido, mas agora que não se faço alguma coisa ou deixo como está, eu só queria a verdade, só queria entender...e espero que algum dia eu entenda, a única coisa que sei é que tem algo que não esta cheirando bem, tem alguma coisa errada no ar, e se eu estiver certa, espero que a pessoa envolvida, consiga resolver isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;ah e pra finalizar...I Will survive!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-1928882244806278440?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SYbSkkHO-6I/AAAAAAAAAPs/brAjhgJMfJA/s72-c/f1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-8449143469466734791</id><published>2009-01-30T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T03:38:19.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>coisas exotéricas</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-801b8a7259170de9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-7943828434323857457</id><published>2009-01-27T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T09:23:19.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fazendo &lt;/strong&gt;conspirações&lt;strong&gt; , ops , anotações...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-7943828434323857457?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7943828434323857457/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/01/fazendo-conspiracoes-ops-anotacoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/7943828434323857457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/7943828434323857457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/01/fazendo-conspiracoes-ops-anotacoes.html' title=''/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-1391189089194476368</id><published>2009-01-25T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T07:31:27.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me poupe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SXyFX_64nKI/AAAAAAAAAPk/5DbdRd5RxfQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295253909222759586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SXyFX_64nKI/AAAAAAAAAPk/5DbdRd5RxfQ/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Odeio quando passo por alguma situação difícil ou alguma decepção, e certas pessoas me dizem" ah desiste" pô quem decide se vou desistir ou não sou eu pombas!eu sei quando devo desistir e outra eu naum desisto, as vezes em momentos de desespero, de dor , em que sento na beira do caminho e choro, lamento...espero...mas derrepente, eis que surge uma luz, forças saem não sei de onde, e a esperança renasce... e recomeço a caminhar, pra essas pessoas que duvidam do que sou capaz, praqueles que não acreditam em mim, só tenho tres palavras:TNC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Outra coisa que eu odeio tambem são indiretas em momentos cruciais a vida é curta, vá direto ao assunto, drogaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-1391189089194476368?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1391189089194476368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-poupe.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/1391189089194476368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/1391189089194476368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-poupe.html' title='Me poupe'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SXyFX_64nKI/AAAAAAAAAPk/5DbdRd5RxfQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-1335577157432575766</id><published>2009-01-24T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T14:56:49.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La guerrilha derradera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ontem(sexta) era a derradeira das nossas guerrilhas urbanas, então devia ser especial,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/span&gt;, mais foi um desastre, a gente saiu de casa e resolvemos ir ao &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cemiterio&lt;/span&gt;, mas chegando lá tinha um velório e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tava&lt;/span&gt; cheio de gente^^minha intenção era ao menos pular o muro do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cemiterio&lt;/span&gt;, mas a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jaque&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt; ultima hora amarelou,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ushauhshuahuashu&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;minina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;medrosa&lt;/span&gt;, se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;alguem&lt;/span&gt; me pagasse uns 500 mango eu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;durmia&lt;/span&gt; no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;cemiterio&lt;/span&gt;^^nossa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tava&lt;/span&gt; uma noite linda, estrelada, nem frio nem calor, muito boa, tipo eu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;naum&lt;/span&gt; vou falar o que aconteceu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;exatamente&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;pq&lt;/span&gt; iria queimar meu filme, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;naum&lt;/span&gt; vou falar onde &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;tava&lt;/span&gt; e o que ia fazer , mas só posso dizer que acabei sofrendo um acidente, nosso mó feio, acho q &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;naum&lt;/span&gt; tinha sido nada, mas acabei fazendo um rombo na minha perna q chegou até o osso! deu um ponto, agora ´to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;aki&lt;/span&gt; com a perna inchada^^&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;hahushuashuah&lt;/span&gt;, ah mais valeu, ao menos isso tudo, me ajudou a achar uma coisa que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;tava&lt;/span&gt; querendo há muito tempo, uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;fraguimento&lt;/span&gt; apenas, e esse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;fraguimento&lt;/span&gt; vai pra caixinha de lembranças, caixa da vergonha, caixa do arrependimento, ou seja lá o que for, vai fica lá guardado , pra me fazer lembrar de todas as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;burradas&lt;/span&gt; que eu fiz, de todas as vezes que tentei acertar, mas acabei estragando tudo, tive avisos, mas quem disso que eu ouvi?o coração &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;felap&lt;/span&gt;***, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;naum&lt;/span&gt; tem ouvidos , olhos, mas o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;desgramado&lt;/span&gt; tem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;bocaaaa&lt;/span&gt;,droga, e eu que vivia pregando que é melhor ouvir nosso coração dos que os outros, mas errei, pessoas, o coração é burro!!!nem sempre ele ta certo, aliás é raro quando ele ta certo, tipo o meu é assim, entre razões e emoções, eu fico com a razão^^não falei nem a metade do que eu queria falar, é por que to sem tempo, e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;tambem&lt;/span&gt; estou com muita raiva agora, as vezes acho que sou a mais medíocre das pessoas, mas tem hora que acho que sou superior a toda a raça humana, e cuspo em vossas caras ó corja , ó &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;viboras&lt;/span&gt;, ó seres indecisos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;qua&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;naum&lt;/span&gt; sabem o que querem e que só pensam em vossos bem estar, e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;naum&lt;/span&gt; se preocupam com os outros! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;aaaarrrrggggggggh&lt;/span&gt;!desculpa a pretensão, posso sonhar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;naum&lt;/span&gt;?bom, me despeço&lt;br /&gt;com uma frase:Me magoe com uma verdade, mas não me iluda com uma mentira&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-1335577157432575766?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1335577157432575766/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/01/la-guerrilha-derradera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/1335577157432575766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/1335577157432575766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/01/la-guerrilha-derradera.html' title='La guerrilha derradera'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-7579564223718958118</id><published>2009-01-16T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T08:12:43.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MInha 1° conquista de 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aii 9dade, ontem saiu a lista dos aprovados do vestibulinho Etec, adivinha?Ohh paxei!!!ai que emoção, adivinha pra que curso eu prestei?...Mecânica! doida eu neh?poxa não vou muita com a cara das exatas, meu sonho de petit era ser arquiteta, por envolver desenho, (eu amo dibujar) e ganha bem, pra mim isso era tudo, mas depois que vi que era broca, nossa resolvi parti pra outra, eu gosto mesmo é de humanas e biológicas, agora deve tá pensando por que essa desvairada quer fazer mecãnica então?bom, por que nem sempre dá pra se fazer o que quer, e as vezes a gente tem que começar de baixo, um dia eu chego lá e me formo em Patologi clìnica, ou melhor Biomedica.Hahá! estava pensando em me formar na unimar, e trabalhar em umas de suas carvoeiras ahushuahusshu zuera, mas pelo que dizem ela não tem boa fama, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://desciclo.pedia.ws/wiki/Unimar"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://desciclo.pedia.ws/wiki/Unimar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ah mais ki dani-se se Deus quiser ei de ser biomédica!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pelo que eu vi só vai ter homem na minha sala, Eitchaaaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esse é só o começo do ano, agora posso por em práticas meus planos...pra tudo que faço sempre tenho um plano, meus planos de 2008 ia até o D.eles só dependiam do fracasso do A pra serem postos em praticas, tipo um dominó.O plano A deu certo,agora o jeito é formular os próximos planos pra esse 2009^^ahhaushuahuhuahuahush, sabe 2008 naum foi um ano muito bom, muita zica, que venho lá de 2007,meu ultimo ano bom foi em 2006, espero que esse seja melhor, cheios de conquistas, uma já consegui,meus sonhos é de se destacar na vida, tenho muitas ambições, naum sou gananciosa, mas ambições eu tenho muitas,um dia estarei lá no topo, e preciso deixar de lado essa característica geminiana, de querer fazer tudo de uma vez e acabar no fim naum fazendo nada, isso é péssimo, já fiz muito isso e hoje me errependo amargamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-7579564223718958118?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7579564223718958118/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/01/minha-1-conquista-de-2009.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/7579564223718958118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/7579564223718958118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/01/minha-1-conquista-de-2009.html' title='MInha 1° conquista de 2009'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-3357535275016300322</id><published>2009-01-16T06:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T13:36:26.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E o prêmio vai para...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Há oláa meu amigo Pleiba, vlw pela indicação,tu é tudo de bão^^vamu ver se entendi^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1°SELO:6 links 6 coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://rapha.kinghost.net/blog/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-3357535275016300322?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3357535275016300322/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/01/e-o-prmio-vai-para.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/3357535275016300322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/3357535275016300322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/01/e-o-prmio-vai-para.html' title='E o prêmio vai para...'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SXCX0qcKKyI/AAAAAAAAAO0/qymyG4kj8Z0/s72-c/selo_6%2B6%5B11%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-5705647869491306692</id><published>2009-01-14T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T07:43:11.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem tirar e nem por</title><content type='html'>&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;h2 style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 5px; WIDTH: 560px"&gt;A Poetisa&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;h3 style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px; WIDTH: 560px"&gt;Previsível Gentil Romântica Inexperiente (&lt;span style="shmolor: red"&gt;PGRI&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;img border="1" style="FLOAT: left" alt="A Poetisa" src="http://cdn.okcimg.com/graphics/persons/DGLDf.gif" /&gt;     &lt;p style="MARGIN: 10px 0px"&gt; Romântica. Esperançosa. Cheia de compostura . Você é &lt;b&gt;A Poetisa&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="MARGIN: 10px 0px"&gt; As Poetisas buscam o amor e idealizam padrões elevados de como um relacionamento deve ser. São pessoas cheias de consciência, dedicadas e amorosas. Você é cheia de convicções e se permite devanear por idéias românticas e idealizar como seu romance ideal será. Isso provavelmente vai assustar grande parte dos seus pretendentes, mas não importa, porque você escolhe com muito critério. Você jamais encararia alguém menos brilhante do que você, por exemplo. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="MARGIN: 10px 0px"&gt; Os caras que compartilharem a sua visão idealizada ou que, pelo menos, estiverem dispostos a se jogarem de cara num relacionamento ficarão muitíssimo satisfeitos com você. E você com eles . Você naturalmente pensa nos outros antes de pensar em si mesma e com a pessoa certa, você pode se tornar mais aventureira e liberar um pouco da sua sexualidade. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="MARGIN: 10px 0px"&gt; Você tem muitas amigas e e elas possivelmente guardam um carinho especial por você. Assim como a maioria dos cachorros, gatos perequitos e papagaios que você encontra pela vida. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="MARGIN: 10px 0px 0px; WIDTH: 220px"&gt;Perfil oposto ao seu:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="WIDTH: 220px"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Poderosa Perseguida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-5705647869491306692?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5705647869491306692/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/01/poetisa-previsvel-gentil-romntica.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/5705647869491306692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/5705647869491306692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/01/poetisa-previsvel-gentil-romntica.html' title='Sem tirar e nem por'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-5835660435968169790</id><published>2009-01-09T13:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:12:04.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The All Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!caraca o que eu escrevo?muito cedo pra aventuras inéditas não acha?fofkfofkfofkfofkfofkfof,poxa...vô falá de uma coisa que aconteceu ano passado, é meio LoL mas sei lá, pra mim foi da hora, eu vi uma coisa que nunca vi antes...um all star genuíno! cara se já vi nem tchum^^mas voltando alguns anos atrás, irei falar da minha história com os all (stares)Meu primeiro all stars foi aos 12 anos, eu vi um skatista com um all star vermelho, nosssssss, xonei, nos dois , no skatista e no all star, enchi o saco da mami pra comprar um, cara, parecia uma lancha, eu tinha essa mania , de comprar tenis maior que meu pé, eu achava que durava mais^^ahshhaushuahusahusah.ahhh eu adorava aquele tenis, ia pra escola de macacão, cabelo cheio de chucha colorida e de all star, coraaaaagyy!depois eu tive um all star rosa, que eu ganhei de uma vizinha,ele era uma gracinha , e como eu num sou nada trakinas, enchia ele de gliterr^^.depois eu tive um desfiado com cadarço vermelho, eu tive ele quando tava na sétima, e ele durou, atá o terceiro ano, eita!só não durou mais por que eu lavei ele e coloquei em cima da casa, eu esqueci dele, fez chuva, fez sol, e quando eu lembrei dele, aff, deu até dó, o bixin que era azul, tava até branco e esturricado!vortando ao assunto, o que eu queria dizer mesmo é que esse dias que eu naum me lembro quando , eu vi um all star, Ohhhhhh, e vc vai dizer e o kiko?po , mais é o primeiro all star que vejo, não é um setup, um via mundy, ou m mundy(c0mo o meu)é um all star converse , cano alto, todo preto, tem até bolsinho, caraca!&lt;br /&gt;ró, ele aki ó (^.^)bahhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289404318733913842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SWe9NBONTvI/AAAAAAAAAOk/oCCoLwFDGdU/s400/Imagem+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-5835660435968169790?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5835660435968169790/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-star_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/5835660435968169790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/5835660435968169790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-star_09.html' title='The All Star'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SWe9NBONTvI/AAAAAAAAAOk/oCCoLwFDGdU/s72-c/Imagem+091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-1145815505161844305</id><published>2009-01-09T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T09:56:17.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>????PEQUENA PRINCESA????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SWeLbu0VCgI/AAAAAAAAAOM/BgvBQIC1Mxw/s1600-h/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289349595910179330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SWeLbu0VCgI/AAAAAAAAAOM/BgvBQIC1Mxw/s400/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lembro-me quando vivia no meu próprio mundo, um mundo lindo, onde eu podia ser o que quiser, onde existia o que eu queria, quando estava triste e só eu corria pra lá, esse mundo era meu acalento, onde eu podia descansar, e ficar livre de toda tristeza e solidão. hum mundo colorido por cores opacas, mas belo,mas de repente, não sei se por conta própria ou por forças maiores acabei deixando esse mundo, conheci outro mudo, ah lindo mundo também, parecia um roseiral, cheio de flores , porem espinhos muito grandes,esse mundo é feito de alegrias passageiras, cheio de incertezas e dúvidas, dores, sofrimentos. alem desse mundo conheci um outro, um mundo lindo, cheio de amor, carinho, ternura, saudade, um mundo de pessoas maravilhosas, um mundo do qual eu sempre quis viver, um mundo de onde eu me compadecço de seus moradores, onde eu sinto suas dores e alegrias, o mundo mais lindo que eu já vi , um mundo do qual eu gostaria de pertencer, mas não sei posso , não sei devo, não sei se mereço , então eu fico daqui da minha janela só a observar os seu felizes moradores.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289352944515268210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SWeOepV_vnI/AAAAAAAAAOU/X5R-TaNN674/s400/Menina20Lua20pensando.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu tenho medo,um pouco de medo, pouco não, muito,eu tenho medo de perder,perder o que nunca tive, perder os momentos de felicidade genuína, perder aqueles que nos fazem dependentes, e se vão, se nem ao avisar...eu tenho vontade de voltar pro meu mundo de novo, mas isso se não for impossível vai ser difícil, depois de tudo que vivi...o que fazer então?as vezes me sinto como o pequeno princípe, e de uma coisa eu sei, a gente é sempre mais feliz hoje do que amanhã, então não faça como eu, achando que tenho um futuro, por que temos futuro? talvez...aproveite esse dia, esse momento, pois ele nunca mais vai voltar^^ou seja: CARPE DIEM.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-1145815505161844305?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1145815505161844305/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/01/pequena-princesa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/1145815505161844305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/1145815505161844305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/01/pequena-princesa.html' title='????PEQUENA PRINCESA????'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SWeLbu0VCgI/AAAAAAAAAOM/BgvBQIC1Mxw/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-2336441096306661464</id><published>2009-01-09T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T09:16:21.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DISTINTAMENTE IGUAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SWeGQjFnRpI/AAAAAAAAAOE/si9nWSa21EY/s1600-h/diferente.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289343906224752274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SWeGQjFnRpI/AAAAAAAAAOE/si9nWSa21EY/s400/diferente.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ENQUANTO OS OUTROS FAZEM O QUE É MODINHA, EU FAÇO O QUE ME DÁ VONTADE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dizer que todos nós somos iguais, mas que cada um tem características diferentes soa meio cliché não acha?mais é a pura verdade, tipo não sou nem melhor nem pior mas sou única sabe, pode ter pessoas parecidas cum eu, mas eu só tem eu^^.então eu me acho diferente sim, muitas pessoas dizem isso, e é verdade, ás vezes eu sofro com isso, é chato, eu queria ser normal, mas tem hora que minha distinção toma conta du meu eu, e eu quero fazer a diferença, SER PREEMINENTE ,INESQUECIVEL,gosto de me aparecer?eu?magina, odeio chamar a atenção, prefiro observar do que ser observada, por isso sempre sentava no fundão da classe, pra ter uma vista panorâmica de tudo e de todos, odiava a ideia de estar sendo observada e não saber de onde.Mas de certa forma sempre quis ter meu estilo próprio, não sigo muito a moda, eu acho que a moda tem que se adaptar a mim, e não eu a ela, nada contra, se me agradar, beleza neh?sempre fui a graciosa da turma, a mais correta doidinha, com moderação, sempre gostei muito de zuar , ás vezes até me assusto um pouco com meu humor negro, sarcástico, e um pouco irônico, mas sem um pingo de maldade, pode crer^^.sempre quis ser distinta, mas sem chamar a atençã, faziz certas coisas com um medo dos outros ficarem olhando , falando,uma vez tiraram sarro de mim, por que amarrei o cadarço do meu tênis no calcanhar, poxa que que tem? era grande poxa!dái se eu colocava gel com glitter no meu tênis? dái se eu andava de trancinhas e de bandanas? se eu vestia calça com saia?isso é tão anormal assim?só por que ninguem andava assim?eu acho que tenho o direito de andar do jeito que eu quiser, desde que eu me sinta bem, confortávelmente bem,o que em dá raiva as vezes também, é qundo chega num lugar e as pessoas dizem:nossa nem vi você chegar, cara isso me deixa fula, tá certo que era esse minha intenção( as vezes) mais eu perguntei?odeio tambem quando falam do meu tamanho, não ligo muito, eu também zuo, mas tem hora, que dá no saco? até quando vai durar essas piadinhas bestas?quando todos estiverem , velhos e arqueados e terem até o mesmo tamanho? ah fala sério, a gente tem que tomar cuidado com o que diz e quando diz. semancol genteeee.Outra, quando eu falo o que penso sobre mim, é por que é o que realmente penso, já vou logo falando pra ninguem se decpionar, se eu falo não é por que é NÃO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-2336441096306661464?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2336441096306661464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/01/distintamente-igual.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/2336441096306661464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/2336441096306661464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2009/01/distintamente-igual.html' title='DISTINTAMENTE IGUAL'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SWeGQjFnRpI/AAAAAAAAAOE/si9nWSa21EY/s72-c/diferente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-3542365949664548953</id><published>2008-12-31T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T06:58:13.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um brinde aos velhos tempos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SVuHdS88OhI/AAAAAAAAAN8/FEqPVJQ1Po0/s1600-h/crian%C3%A7as%2Binfancia%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285967525022808594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SVuHdS88OhI/AAAAAAAAAN8/FEqPVJQ1Po0/s400/crian%C3%A7as%2Binfancia%2B1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como sinto falta de tempo de criança!o tempo que minha mãe lavava o meu pé com aquelas buchas de lavar roupa, quando ela lavava em cima eu chorava de chorar e quando ele lavava em baixo eu chorava de rir.auhshuuhshsah.o tempo que eu batia figurinha, tinha até uma coleção de figurinhas do frigells.cara fazia até coleção de figurinhas da tiazinha, credo!o tempo que eu trepava nos muros, nos pés de frutas. descia a ladera de bike,andava de roller,eu lembro que eu tinha um album de figurinha de street fighter, eu trocava as repetidas com meus primos, até ganhei um prêmio, uma flauta, uma flauta branca, pra mim aquilo era demais,eu naum sabia tocar mas achava o máximo, até que minha cadela veio e comeu ela! ahhh.e quando eu pedia ano novo?uashahusuh a cidade parecia tão grande!então eu só pedia pro vizinhos,e gastava tudo que ganhava com brinquedos^^.o tempo que todo mundo se reunia nos dias de festa e era só zuera.o tempo em que eu naum sabia o que era preocupação, sabe tô até com saudade desse ano que se vai, e tÔ com medo do que há de vir, esse ano velho eu já conheço, mas e o novo?tão temido e desconhecido?ahhhh, Adeus infância feliz , Adeus 2008...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-3542365949664548953?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3542365949664548953/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2008/12/um-brinde-aos-velhos-tempos.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/3542365949664548953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/3542365949664548953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2008/12/um-brinde-aos-velhos-tempos.html' title='Um brinde aos velhos tempos'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SVuHdS88OhI/AAAAAAAAAN8/FEqPVJQ1Po0/s72-c/crian%C3%A7as%2Binfancia%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-4143942818115870011</id><published>2008-12-30T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T06:59:56.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma noche muy loca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SVpJ-hHKgFI/AAAAAAAAANM/YKU-5H0Ii8E/s1600-h/pn016.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285618451061833810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 481px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SVpJ-hHKgFI/AAAAAAAAANM/YKU-5H0Ii8E/s400/pn016.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ultimamente estou tendo umas noites fora do meu contexto rotinal ( essa palavra existe?)mais a de ontem foi meio "escrota", saímos eu a mana para nossas guerrilhas urbanas noturnas, estávamos vagando pelas ruas da cidade, bem longe de casa, quando encontramos o motoqueiro assassino(motoqueiro assassino é como eu chamo um cara que eu quase derrubei na avenida, sei lá o que aconteceu, só sei que ele quase caiu em cima de mim)daí então, ele viu a gente e deu duas voltas no quarteirão,enquanto isso a gente estava fazendo uma gravação no meu cel,cara tava parecendo filme de terror^^ passado por uma rua e deparo com uma coisa bizarra! tinha um papai noel entalado numa chaminé, nus pensei que fosse de verdade!aff .depois voltamos pra avenida, compramos sorvete e adivinha quem a gente encontra?o motoqueiro assassino! a gente e sentamos em frente ao banco e ele atrás, começo a conversar com a gente, e ele me perguntou se eu não estava a fim de dar um choquinho, putz mas o que é choquinho?eu acho que ele pediu pra ficar comigo, ele disse mesma coisa pra mana, depois saiu falando que tinha levado um toco.huasuhashuauhsahu a gente ficou um bom tempo lá, vinha gente ,ia gente, depois chega o amiguinho noiado da mana e começa a espancar ela (de brincadeira é claro)aconteceu várias coisas, e no final , quando estava vindo embora encontro meu arqui-inimigo, o temido bala halls, mas essa é outra história, talvez um dia eu poste algo sobre ela...muaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas que falta de educação a minha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Um novo ano está chegando... é tempo de salvar nosso futuro,sonhar com um mundo melhor, para nós, nossa família, nossos amigos...&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre temos tudo que queremos, ás vezes perdemos o que amamos, porém nunca devemos esquecer do que ainda possuímos...&lt;br /&gt;Que este ano tudo que perdemos, possamos recuperar, e tudo que restou, possamos multiplicar!&lt;br /&gt;A vida pode tirar tudo de nós, menos o direito de amar...&lt;br /&gt;Que este ano, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="return false;" onmouseover="hw9395060670701(event, this, '-1917152354'); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='solid';" style="CURSOR: hand; COLOR: #cc0099; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px dotted; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" onclick="hwClick9395060670701(-1917152354);return false;" onmouseout="hideMaybe(event, this); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='dotted 1px'; " href="http://mensagensepoemas.uol.com.br/#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; seja nosso maior prazer, que amar seja o verbo principal em nossas vidas!&lt;br /&gt;Abra seu coração, sinta esse clima diferente, viva um sonho e faça sua luz brilhar às escuridões...&lt;br /&gt;Você pode tudo! Querer é poder!&lt;br /&gt;Neste novo ano, mude o mundo mudando primeiro você, deixando o amor invadir seu peito,sabendo amar e aprendendo a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="return false;" onmouseover="hw18136862161701(event, this, '-1917152354'); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='solid';" style="CURSOR: hand; COLOR: #cc0099; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px dotted; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" onclick="hwClick18136862161701(-1917152354);return false;" onmouseout="hideMaybe(event, this); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='dotted 1px'; " href="http://mensagensepoemas.uol.com.br/#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;perdoar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;, procure fazer o que for direito...&lt;br /&gt;Abra a janela e deixe o sol entrar, é tempo de fazer novas amizades e de conservar as velhas, é tempo de viver, é tempo de sorrir...&lt;br /&gt;Pois todos nós queremos dias melhores para viver...&lt;br /&gt;Um Ano Novo de Muito Sucesso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285624696742825778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SVpPqEFjTzI/AAAAAAAAANU/7rpqbnpMiC8/s400/anonovo015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Feliz ano novo pra todos meu seguidores e leitores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Beijos da Crix rosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-4143942818115870011?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4143942818115870011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-night-lot-escrota.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/4143942818115870011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/4143942818115870011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-night-lot-escrota.html' title='Uma noche muy loca'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SVpJ-hHKgFI/AAAAAAAAANM/YKU-5H0Ii8E/s72-c/pn016.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-7330021074711208967</id><published>2008-12-23T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T10:21:45.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SVEq104e2tI/AAAAAAAAAMc/4r4cEf878JA/s1600-h/bf.gif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283050942099282642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 332px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SVEq104e2tI/AAAAAAAAAMc/4r4cEf878JA/s400/bf.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SVEqniBsLlI/AAAAAAAAAMU/9u__KybNncc/s1600-h/hw.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Feliz Natal"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;O sentimento de amor é um privilégio do Ser Humano.Abra seu coração e deixe entrar toda a alegria que esta ápoca natalina nos traz!Que a alegria ilumine os coraçõestrazendo a Todos muitos sorrisos,que a esperança transforme em realidade todos os nossos sonhos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Desejo que vocês tenham um Natal e Um Ano Novo cheios de Luz e Paz junto ao Senhor Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ano que vem estou de volta com novas aventuras e terminarem de postar as velhas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;agradeço aos meus amigos que comentaram em meu blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Boas Festas pra vocês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;bJoxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-7330021074711208967?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7330021074711208967/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2008/12/feliz-natal-o-sentimento-de-amor-um.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/7330021074711208967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/7330021074711208967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2008/12/feliz-natal-o-sentimento-de-amor-um.html' title=''/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SVEq104e2tI/AAAAAAAAAMc/4r4cEf878JA/s72-c/bf.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-5400075361281111579</id><published>2008-12-21T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T02:43:22.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fidelidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SU4dZg3ik7I/AAAAAAAAAKs/SnVap04DmPI/s1600-h/sonetovm1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282191737108992946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SU4dZg3ik7I/AAAAAAAAAKs/SnVap04DmPI/s400/sonetovm1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adoro esse soneto, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alías&lt;/span&gt; adoro sonetos, mas o que este soneto nos vem dizer?ele fala sobre fidelidade, coisa rara hoje em dia!apesar disso eu não me deixo influenciar por outras &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pessoas&lt;/span&gt;, minha conduta é própria, o meu pai trai a minha mãe, mas não é por isso que vou fazer também, eu tenho uma filosofia:não faça com os outros o que não gostaria que fizessem com você.Mas as vezes eu me pergunto será q tudo isso vale a pena?eu num sei, só sei que estou sendo fiel a mim, aos meus sentimentos,oportunidades tive várias,e com isso comprovei que a fidelidade não é tão &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;difícil&lt;/span&gt; assim,só tem a questão:vale a pena?hum... sim , fidelidade a você mesmo acima de tudo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-5400075361281111579?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5400075361281111579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2008/12/fidelidade.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/5400075361281111579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/5400075361281111579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2008/12/fidelidade.html' title='Fidelidade'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SU4dZg3ik7I/AAAAAAAAAKs/SnVap04DmPI/s72-c/sonetovm1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-8200661530570503483</id><published>2008-12-19T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:26:20.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alguem sabe o que é amOr?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O amor não é algo que te faz sair do chão e te transporta para lugares que nunca tenha visto.O nome disso é avião. O amor é outra coisa.&lt;br /&gt;O amor não é uma coisa que esconde dentro de vc e não mostra para ninguém.Isso se chama vibrador tailandês de três velocidades. O amor é outra coisa.&lt;br /&gt;O amor não é uma coisa que te faz perder a respiração e a fala.O nome disso é bronquite asmática. O amor é outra coisa.&lt;br /&gt;O amor não é uma coisa que chega de repente e te transforma em refém.Isso se chama seqüestrador. O amor é outra coisa.&lt;br /&gt;O amor não é uma coisa que voa alto no céu e deixa sua marca por onde passa.Isso se chama pombo com caganeira. O amor é outra coisa.&lt;br /&gt;O amor não é uma coisa que você pode prender ou botar pra fora de casa quando bem entender.Isso se chama cachorro. O amor é outra coisa.&lt;br /&gt;O amor não é uma coisa que lançou uma luz sobre você, te levou pra ver estrelas e te trouxe de volta com algo dele dentro de ti.Isso se chama alienígena. O amor é outra coisa.&lt;br /&gt;O amor não é uma coisa que desapareceu e que, se encontrado, poderia mudar o que está diante de você.Isso se chama controle remoto de TV. O amor é outra coisa.&lt;br /&gt;“O amor é simplesmente… o amor.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bom mas o que eu sei do amor é... querer o bem do próximo acima do seu!e eu ti quero muito bem^^.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-8200661530570503483?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8200661530570503483/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2008/12/alguem-sabe-o-que-amor.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/8200661530570503483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/8200661530570503483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2008/12/alguem-sabe-o-que-amor.html' title='Alguem sabe o que é amOr?'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-2635088084363981</id><published>2008-12-19T07:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:25:09.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao amigo Pleiba...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SUu3p6cM_WI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Cgm8_vwiT6A/s1600-h/Pleiba_(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281516918712106338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SUu3p6cM_WI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Cgm8_vwiT6A/s400/Pleiba_(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu quero por meio desta singela homenagem, agradecer ao meu amigo Pleiba, o primeiro a postar em meu blog, muito obrigada por estar presente aqui, e pelos conselhos que me dá.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gracias....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-2635088084363981?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2635088084363981/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2008/12/ao-amigo-pleiba.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/2635088084363981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/2635088084363981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2008/12/ao-amigo-pleiba.html' title='Ao amigo Pleiba...'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SUu3p6cM_WI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Cgm8_vwiT6A/s72-c/Pleiba_(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-1996742506588520072</id><published>2008-12-17T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T06:56:51.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um trágico fim</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Foi numa noite de quarta-feira em Americana que Marcus saiu da casa de Sónia, não entendia por que agira daquela forma, claro uma proposta de casamento assim de repente não causaria a melhor das impressões.mas ela estava muito estranha , há dias ou meses, foi o que percebeu Marcus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcus era um rapaz de vinte e três anos, muito inteligente.Havia ganhando uma bolsa de estudos e cursava a faculdade de direitos, trabalhava numa fábrica de alimentos, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;setor&lt;/span&gt; de empacotamento.Ele vinha de uma família muito humilde e trabalhadora, sua mãe era dona de casa e seu pai era alfaiate,Sónia era namorada de Marcus , eles namoravam á 3 anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcus tinha muitos amigos em seu trabalho, que um dia por acaso descobriu que usavam drogas, até mesmo seu amigo mais chegado, Jefferson.Marcus não se conformava com a atitude de seus colegas, ele achava que se envolver com drogas era um desperdício de vida, mas apesar de tudo ele não demonstrava sua opinião.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a vida de Marcus mudou quando ele ouviu sem querer alguns de seus colegas comentarem de sua namorada.&lt;br /&gt;__Coitado do Marcus, imagine quando ele souber que a sua namorada está o traindo e ainda por cima está grávida do amante.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Disse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jefersson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__Tem razão, não quero nem imaginar!&lt;br /&gt;respondeu Rodrigo.&lt;br /&gt;Foi quando Marcus apareceu e exigiu que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jefersson&lt;/span&gt; explicasse o que ele estava dizendo, até mesmo lhe ameaçando se não lhe contasse tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Quando Marcus descobriu tudo sobre sua namorada, quis matar ela e o amante, mas desistiu com o apelo da família.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sonia&lt;/span&gt; era tudo na vida de Marcus, ele a amava muito, pensava em até compartilhar sua vida com ela.Foi então que Marcus começou a relaxar, perdeu a bolsa de estudos perdeu o emprego, por falta de competência, e aqueles seus "amigos"foram fazendo sua cabeça até que então ele começou a fazer uso de drogas, primeiro começou com a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;maconha&lt;/span&gt;, depois o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;crack&lt;/span&gt;, e finalmente a cocaína, ele e seus amigos estavam no fundo do poço.&lt;br /&gt;Marcus começou a vender os móveis de sua casa para sustentar o vício, seus pais já não aguentavam mais tanto sofrimento, foi quando decidiram usar suas economias para pagar uma clínica de restauração de dependentes químicos para Marcus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o resultado foi trágico:ele por causa da cocaína perdeu quase todos os dentes, destruiu a cartilagem do nariz, e pegou uma infecção na veia onde &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;injetava&lt;/span&gt; as drogas.Só mais tarde voltou a normalidade, cheio de cicatrizes. sobreviveu...&lt;br /&gt;E os outros tantos que não sobreviveram?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/08/05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(qualquer semelhança é mera &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;coincidência&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-1996742506588520072?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1996742506588520072/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2008/12/um-trgico-fim.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/1996742506588520072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/1996742506588520072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2008/12/um-trgico-fim.html' title='Um trágico fim'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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/&gt;[a=12]sou exatamante a soma de todos a quem admiro--&gt; [/a=11] diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;fala saori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;CC diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oiee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;CC diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;como estás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[a=12]sou exatamante a soma de todos a quem admiro--&gt; [/a=11] diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;to bein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[a=12]sou exatamante a soma de todos a quem admiro--&gt; [/a=11] diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;e tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;CC diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;bein tmbein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[a=12]sou exatamante a soma de todos a quem admiro--&gt; [/a=11] diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;tá se escondendo de quemdo mestre ares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CC diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;tô cara da ultima vez q a gnt se viu ele tava kerendo me matar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;CC diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;cruzes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[a=12]sou exatamante a soma de todos a quem admiro- [/a=11] diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;uhsuahs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[a=12]sou exatamante a soma de todos a quem admiro--&gt; [/a=11] diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;mas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[a=12]sou exatamante a soma de todos a quem admiro--&gt; [/a=11] diz:&lt;br /&gt;o &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;seiya..aquele q mando embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[a=12]sou exatamante a soma de todos a quem admiro--&gt; [/a=11] diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;te salvou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[a=12]sou exatamante a soma de todos a quem admiro--&gt;- [/a=11] diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;uahsau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[a=12]sou exatamante a soma de todos a quem admiro--&gt; [/a=11] diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;deu mole hein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[a=12]sou exatamante a soma de todos a quem admiro--&gt; [/a=11] diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;e agora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[a=12]sou exatamante a soma de todos a quem admiro--&gt; [/a=11] diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;quem poderá te ajudar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;CC diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;é vero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CC diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;o jeito é xamar o tarzan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[a=12]sou exatamante a soma de todos a quem admiro--&gt; [/a=11] diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ahsuhauha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[a=12]sou exatamante a soma de todos a quem admiro--&gt;[/a=11] diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;e o chapolin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;CC diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;tmbm é cara é bom neh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;CC diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;melhor que o superman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[a=12]sou exatamante a soma de todos a quem admiro--&gt; [/a=11] diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;iáa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[a=12]sou exatamante a soma de todos a quem admiro--&gt; [/a=11] diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;será&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;CC diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ai axo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;CC diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;o chapolin é o cara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[a=12]sou exatamante a soma de todos a quem admiroà [/a=11] diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;uahsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CC diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;mais corajoso q um rato., mais forte q uma barata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[a=12]sou exatamante a soma de todos a quem admiro--&gt; [/a=11] diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;mais rápido q uma tartaruga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[a=12]sou exatamante a soma de todos a quem admiro--&gt; &lt;-- [/a=11] diz: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;mais inteligente q eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[a=12]sou exatamante a soma de todos a quem admiro--&gt; &lt;-- [/a=11] diz: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;auhsau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;CC diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;q tmbm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[a=12]sou exatamante a soma de todos a quem admiro--&gt; [/a=11] diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;eita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[a=12]sou exatamante a soma de todos a quem admiro--&gt; [/a=11] diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;somos deprovidos de inteligência terráquea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;CC diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;axo q sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CC diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;num sou desse mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a gnt se tornou grandes amigos ele era muito legal, e ainda é,meu parceirinho de conversas toscas depois de um terpo tempo venho o interesse , la atracion neh, joguetes del amor, melhor dizendo, me interessei por ele sim, mas ele morava longe, bem longe, talvez esse fosse o empecilho, ele me dizia que se morasse aqui , já teria me pedido em  namoro, hum... ele disse q ia viajar , pra sampa 2  dias, quando voltou , adivinha?namorando! namorando? éhhh, aff... nus deu uma raiva rsrsrsrssr.chorei de raiva... de mim.era só me contar, odeio quando me escondem as coisas, não me venha com essa:tenho medo de te magoar, isso pra mim não cola, e passou tambem, um raio não cai duas vezes no mesmo lugar...não pra mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-2495471338268849939?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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bjsss!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhull,exatamente isso.Isso foi 24/10/07.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perguntei nome:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;marciel mais pode me chamar de mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perguntastes minha idade, eu:18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meus parabens ñ parece ,so sei q vc e linda bjssss!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Po adorava akeles scraps^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276668157560565218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/STp9u3kDLeI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O3FU9ykHC4M/s400/clip_image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tenha otima noite de sono sonhe com os anjos ou comigo bjs!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cantada fraca, mas funcionou.&lt;br /&gt;Nesse tempo tinha acabado de fazer meu msn, pedi pra ele seu msn, Ui q vigonha!!&lt;br /&gt;dái a gnt, tc, tc ,tc,quase todos os dias, era muito bom, a gente falava de tudo e de nada,isso durou mais ou menos uns 5 meses, acho q a ultima vez q a gnt tc serio foi,19/03/08, parece...&lt;br /&gt;Eu perguntava o q será q aconteceu?por q sumistes assim?a gnt nunca brigou, ele mora em sp, e a gnt nunca se viu,nunca pedi nada, se ele fizesse alguma coisa podia me contar,foi um chá de sumiço q demorou pacas,logo depois disso empezo a namorar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-6390106586912008994?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6390106586912008994/comments/default' title='Postar 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matá!!! e nisso vem o som de Afrikaa Bambaataa, e damos um grito:Ihuuuuuuu e depois vem happy tree friends^^.Sabe o q é isso?como de gnt q naum tem o q fazer!auhsuahshhuhauahushuasuh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-8430045611296791016?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8430045611296791016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2008/12/sem-necessidade-para-club.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/8430045611296791016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/8430045611296791016'/><link 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pendurado na porta do ônibus.&lt;br /&gt;Lamber a tampa metálica do iogurte.(ja fiz)&lt;br /&gt;Colocar Bombril na antena da televisão.(ja fiz no radio)&lt;br /&gt;Colocar maiô ou biquíni e tomar sol na represa, na laje ou atrás da casa.&lt;br /&gt;Correr atrás do guarda-sol de praia gritando: pega, pega.&lt;br /&gt;Entrar de loja em loja perguntando os preços para o vendedor; e responde: só estou dando uma olhadinha, volto mais tarde.(ja fiz)&lt;br /&gt;Ir ao estádio de futebol, entrar na geral e pular para as sociais.&lt;br /&gt;Marcar jogo de futebol, com um time com camisa e o outro sem camisa.&lt;br /&gt;Ficar balançando lâmpada queimada para ver se volta a funcionar.&lt;br /&gt;Ir ao trabalho de bicicleta e dizer que é só para manter a forma.&lt;br /&gt;Aproveitar garrafa plástica de refrigerante para colocar água na geladeira.(ja fiz)&lt;br /&gt;Acender latinha de álcool no banheiro nos dias de frio.&lt;br /&gt;Secar tênis atrás da geladeira.(ja fiz)&lt;br /&gt;Receber visitas e mostrar toda a casa.&lt;br /&gt;Decorar o vaso com flor desidratada.&lt;br /&gt;Guardar refrigerante com colher pendurada na boca, para não perder o gás.&lt;br /&gt;Comprar carro novo e não tirar o plástico só para dizer que é novo.&lt;br /&gt;Amarrar cachorro com fio de luz.&lt;br /&gt;Lamber a ponta da borracha para apagar o erro.&lt;br /&gt;Correr a casa inteira com chinelo na mão atrás da barata.&lt;br /&gt;Usar pregador de roupa para fechar sacos de arroz, bolacha e açúcar.(ja fiz)&lt;br /&gt;Copiar modelo de vitrine para depois fazer em casa.&lt;br /&gt;Jogar algodão na árvore de natal para dar efeito de neve.&lt;br /&gt;Passar cuspe no cotovelo ressecado para amaciar.&lt;br /&gt;Guardar sobra de sabonete para depois fazer uma bola só.&lt;br /&gt;Convidar os amigos para um churrasco de seu aniversário e mandar cada um trazer alguma coisa (carne, refrigerante...).&lt;br /&gt;Consertar tira da sandália Havaiana com grampeador.(ja fiz com prego)&lt;br /&gt;Dançar lambada com a sogra, passar uma rasteira na velha e mandar para a vídeo-cassetada do Faustão.&lt;br /&gt;Enfeitar a estante da sala com lembranças de casamento.&lt;br /&gt;Passar fio dental e depois cheirar para ver se o dente está podre.&lt;br /&gt;Tirar cera do ouvido com a chave do carro ou com a tampa da caneta.(ja fiz)&lt;br /&gt;Fazer a barra da calça com fita crepe.&lt;br /&gt;Sair correndo e se matar para pegar o ônibus que já está saindo do ponto.&lt;br /&gt;Subir na laje para mexer na antena e ficar gritando lá de cima: melhorou?&lt;br /&gt;Guardar cueca e calcinha para passar cera no carro.&lt;br /&gt;Entra na loja de R$ 1,99 e quer achar um presente legal.( ja fiz)&lt;br /&gt;Ir ao restaurante e antes de pedir a comida, perguntar se aceita ticket.&lt;br /&gt;Levar sopa na garrafa térmica.&lt;br /&gt;Ir em casamento com camisa de time de futebol.&lt;br /&gt;Andar com a carteira profissional no bolso.&lt;br /&gt;Falar aos na praia: "Quero ver se você faz isso". E dá aquela cambalhota.&lt;br /&gt;Fazer pacote de bolo com brigadeiro, para levar para casaapós a festa.&lt;br /&gt;Acordar cedo no domingo para lavar o carro antes que acabe a água.&lt;br /&gt;Ir ao supermercado comprar pouca coisa e trazer sacolas plásticas para colocar lixo.( ja fiz)&lt;br /&gt;Decorar o muro com plantas em latas de óleo e pneus retorcidos.&lt;br /&gt;Ficar gritando pela janela do ônibus para amigos que estão na rua.&lt;br /&gt;Calçar o sofá ou a cama com tijolo.&lt;br /&gt;Enrolar a bobina da máquina de calcular para utilizar o verso.&lt;br /&gt;Guardar aqueles cacarecos em cima do guarda-roupa.&lt;br /&gt;Dar Presentes enrolados com papel das casas Bahia.&lt;br /&gt;Guardar sobras de material de construção em cima da laje.(meu pai faz)&lt;br /&gt;Palitar os dentes com palitos de fóforo.( ja fiz)&lt;br /&gt;Ficar discutindo com os amigos quantas barbas dá para fazer com uma lâmina.&lt;br /&gt;Amarrar perna de óculos com durex ou arame.&lt;br /&gt;Tomar cerveja e comer churrasco na calçada no fim de semana.&lt;br /&gt;Passar miolo de pão no pote de margarina ou prato de macarrão e mandar pra dentro.(ja fiz)&lt;br /&gt;Gastar R$ 50,00 na reforma da casa e deixar a lâmpada pendurada.&lt;br /&gt;Guardar caixinha de pasta de dente e esperar pela promoção.&lt;br /&gt;Abrir o tubo de pasta com tesoura para aproveitar o que sobrou.&lt;br /&gt;Andar com o vidro do carro fechado no maior calor só para pensarem que tem ar condicionado.&lt;br /&gt;Esperar todo mundo da casa usar o banheiro para dar descarga uma vez só.&lt;br /&gt;Usar poster de carro importado para esconder mancha de umidade da parede.&lt;br /&gt;Colocar plástico em cima do telhado para evitar goteira.&lt;br /&gt;Usar saco de arroz Tio João para encapar material escolar dos filhos.&lt;br /&gt;Aproveitar sobra de carpete para fazer tapetinhos.&lt;br /&gt;Esticar a língua para lamber o pote de iogurte.( ja fiz)&lt;br /&gt;Colar o pivô com Super Bonder para não ter que ir ao dentista.&lt;br /&gt;Tirar o cadarço, cortar ao meio para fazer dois para o tênis do filho.&lt;br /&gt;Usar resto de sabão para tampar vazamento do bujão de gás.&lt;br /&gt;Dar uma festa e pedir mesas e cadeiras para os vizinhos.&lt;br /&gt;Passar fome no trabalho para levar o lanche para a esposa.&lt;br /&gt;Colocar naftalina no guarda-roupa para espantar barata para não precisar detetizar a casa.( ja fiz)&lt;br /&gt;Colocar pinguim com toalhinha de renda em cima da geladeira.&lt;br /&gt;Colocar lençol velho ou toalhinha de renda para tapar buraco no sofá.( ja fiz)&lt;br /&gt;Usar a base do abajur para fazer vaso de flor.&lt;br /&gt;Usar lençol velho para fazer forro de cortina e capa de almofada.( ja fiz)&lt;br /&gt;Desmontar a estante para fazer sapateira.&lt;br /&gt;Guardar chiclete mascado na geladeira para depois.&lt;br /&gt;Pendurar roupa encharcada pela janela.&lt;br /&gt;Bater toalha cheia de casca de pão pela janela do 6º andar.&lt;br /&gt;Fazer fila na sombra do poste, para esperar o ônibus.&lt;br /&gt;Fazer bainha da calça com grampeador.&lt;br /&gt;Dormir com camiseta de propaganda de político.( ja fiz)&lt;br /&gt;Colocar o banco da Kombi na laje e fazer um churrasco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-5801419405472969562?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5801419405472969562/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2008/11/sintomas-de-pobreza.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/5801419405472969562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/5801419405472969562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2008/11/sintomas-de-pobreza.html' title='Sintomas de pobreza'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-2485766345812090910</id><published>2008-11-30T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T06:24:15.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diário de um louco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Era Meia-noite em pleno Meio-dia.O Sol brilhava e a Lua caia.Um vulto negro apareceu vestido de branco.Sentado de pé, em cima de uma pedra de madeira, um lindo preto careca penteava suas lindas cabeleiras loiras.Enquanto as vacas pulavam de galho em galho e os passarinhos pastavam pelo campo, o homem cego via tudo o que acontecia de cima de sua bicicleta de pneus quadrados, olhou para o relógio de chão, e viu que eram dez horas da meia-noite.Observava o rio de pedras e aguava uma plantação de arroz de ferro, enquanto o agricultor botava fogo na colheita pra poder passar fome o ano todo.Nisso, o cego exclamou um grito silencioso e disse que os quatro maiores profetas do mundo são três: Moisés e Elias..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-2485766345812090910?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2485766345812090910/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-4541089892086573737</id><published>2008-11-29T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T06:35:02.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotos que pensei que haviam se perdido...recuperei graças a um presente de amor!!!</title><content type='html'>Esse foi um Album de fotografias que fiz no Power Point a muito tempo atrás, era um presente pro meu amado, não cheguei a entregar...Seria hora de eu fazer tudo aquilo que disse?&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/STFSembY65I/AAAAAAAAAJc/2QSp3oa7vNA/s1600-h/Imagem9.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274087324292541330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/STFSembY65I/AAAAAAAAAJc/2QSp3oa7vNA/s400/Imagem9.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;menina♥&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/STFSKiK-geI/AAAAAAAAAJU/TVCSmPsyq8A/s1600-h/Imagem4.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274086979552575970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/STFSKiK-geI/AAAAAAAAAJU/TVCSmPsyq8A/s400/Imagem4.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;esse era meu emoticon favorito O "içaaa"&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/STFRogHO3NI/AAAAAAAAAJM/DBqk0BR-z5A/s1600-h/Imagem8.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274086394884447442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/STFRogHO3NI/AAAAAAAAAJM/DBqk0BR-z5A/s400/Imagem8.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/STFRdKv-NeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/4kU16Y1_8Vc/s1600-h/Imagem6.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274086200171181538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/STFRdKv-NeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/4kU16Y1_8Vc/s400/Imagem6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não reparem, pois foi tirada com a cam&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/STFRN6O57fI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ehO1Vumhl10/s1600-h/Imagem7.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/STFQ4rRXkEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ueaXP0jaGy4/s1600-h/Imagem5.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274085573246029890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 349px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/STFQ4rRXkEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ueaXP0jaGy4/s400/Imagem5.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi corazon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/STFQihFLNOI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ttsKNeItgi8/s1600-h/Imagem3.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274085192553411810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 373px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/STFQihFLNOI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ttsKNeItgi8/s400/Imagem3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/STFQLqBaIpI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PLAQAf2H3bk/s1600-h/Imagem2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274084799816540818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 363px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/STFQLqBaIpI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PLAQAf2H3bk/s400/Imagem2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;minha preferida&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/STFQA-JRkcI/AAAAAAAAAIc/e5zMOyZw0u8/s1600-h/Imagem1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274084616239681986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 371px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/STFQA-JRkcI/AAAAAAAAAIc/e5zMOyZw0u8/s400/Imagem1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-4541089892086573737?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4541089892086573737/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2008/11/fotos-que-pensei-que-haviam-se.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/4541089892086573737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/4541089892086573737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2008/11/fotos-que-pensei-que-haviam-se.html' title='Fotos que pensei que haviam se perdido...recuperei graças a um presente de amor!!!'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/STFSembY65I/AAAAAAAAAJc/2QSp3oa7vNA/s72-c/Imagem9.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-1298794051139591270</id><published>2008-11-29T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T06:10:11.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incompleta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por tudo que falou e deixou pra trás Por tudo que lutou e não foi capaz De assumir que errou e tentar mudarDe que vale se arrepender agora Nunca mais me deixePois essa dor é tão forte Difícil olhar pra trás e descobrir Que só agora tudo faz sentido E uma volta a mais é impossível De que vale se arrepender agora Nunca mais me deixe Pois essa dor é tão forte Olhe para o mundo e diga o que você não quer falar Porque sua vida está incompleta Olhe para o mundo e diga o que você não quer falar Porque sua vida está incompleta Um caminho, um lugar (onde está você?) Uma chance, um final (onde está você?) E um momento onde o sonho acabouNunca mais me deixe Nunca mais me deixe Pois essa dor é tão forte Olhe para o mundo e diga o que você não quer falar Porque sua vida está incompleta Olhe para o mundo e diga o que você não quer falar Porque sua vida está incompleta Olhe para o mundo e diga o que você não quer falarPorque sua vida está incompleta Olhe para o mundo e diga o que você não quer falar Porque sua vida está incompleta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-1298794051139591270?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1298794051139591270/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2008/11/incompleta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/1298794051139591270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/1298794051139591270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2008/11/incompleta.html' title='Incompleta'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-6951053681911766150</id><published>2008-11-29T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T05:47:30.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>É mentira</title><content type='html'>É mentira, não faço mais por mim, sempre foi assim,nunca penso em mim...isso seria fraqueza?de maneira alguma!pelo contrário, isso é amor pelo próximo,como ser , como amigo, como irmão, como tudo, ou seja , o amor é tão forte como a morte...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-6951053681911766150?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6951053681911766150/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2008/11/mentira.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/6951053681911766150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/6951053681911766150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2008/11/mentira.html' title='É mentira'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-7385102823543383374</id><published>2008-11-27T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T17:41:41.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 letras 3 palavras 1 sentido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SS9LGpQTAxI/AAAAAAAAAIU/iYxeO2CteWM/s1600-h/10983010981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273516266199646994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SS9LGpQTAxI/AAAAAAAAAIU/iYxeO2CteWM/s400/10983010981.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Só tenho uma coisa a dizer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;EU TI AMO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;essa é umas das frases que, quando você vê que está tudo perdido,tudo ferrado, é o seu ultimo grito, grito de desespero, grito a bera da morte...é tudo ou nada, não importa o que venha depois, mas essa frase precisa ser dita, e você sabe disso,precisa dizer, e o mais gratificante é ouvir"eu tambem"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Palavras fortes essas,muito fortes,não digo isso com muito frequencia, mas sei da sua importancia e poder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ja fui obrigada a dizer isso, não gostei,tentava me esquivar,mas tinha hora que...num sei acabava dizendo, chato isso neh?pior é quando você olha nos olhos da pessoa e sabe que ela ta mentindo,pô se ela não sente por que tenho que dizer uma coisa que não sinto também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas dessa vez é diferente, agora falo sem medo, por que sei , por que tenho certeza , por que é o que realmente sinto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Essas palavras foram minha salvação...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor de perdição&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor de salvação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ps:Esse você era eu ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-7385102823543383374?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7385102823543383374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2008/11/5-letras-2-palavras-1-sentido.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-6730033506435417069</id><published>2008-11-27T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T14:53:09.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O acomodador</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Existe um evento em nossas vidas que é resposável pelo fato de termos parado de progredir.Um trauma, uma derrota especialmente amarga , uma desilusão amorosa, até mesmo uma vitória que não entendemos direito, termina fazendo com que nos acovardemos e não sigamos adiante.O feiticeiro, no processo de crescimento de seus poderes ocultos, precisa primeiro livrar-se deste ponto acomodador, e para isso tem que viver sua vida, e descobrir onde esta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(O Sahir)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-6730033506435417069?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6730033506435417069/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-acomodador.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/6730033506435417069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/6730033506435417069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-acomodador.html' title='O acomodador'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-594012496862369083</id><published>2008-11-27T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T10:23:32.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As pessoas precisam entender que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ninguém&lt;/span&gt; está jogando com cartas marcadas, as vezes ganhamos e as vezes perdemos.Não espere que devolvam algo, não espere que reconheçam seu esforço, que descubram seu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gênio&lt;/span&gt;, que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;entendam&lt;/span&gt; seu amor.Encerrando ciclos,não por causa do orgulho, por incapacidade ou por soberba, mas por que simplesmente aquilo já não se encaixar mais na sua vida.feche a porta, mude o disco, limpe a casa, sacuda a poeira.Deixe de ser quem era e se transforme em quem é.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fechar um ciclo ou fazê-lo maior ainda...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-594012496862369083?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/594012496862369083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2008/11/as-pessoas-precisam-entender-que-ningum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/594012496862369083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/594012496862369083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2008/11/as-pessoas-precisam-entender-que-ningum.html' title='Quem'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-6448343635009443132</id><published>2008-11-26T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T03:39:05.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big girl Small woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SS36xgsKF5I/AAAAAAAAAIM/wA4HVJ6-GcI/s1600-h/menina%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273146467216398226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SS36xgsKF5I/AAAAAAAAAIM/wA4HVJ6-GcI/s400/menina%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem soy yo?o que soy?Putz, não tenho a miníma, caraca todo mundo mudou, todos os meus amigos cresceram, parece que fiquei pra trás, sou a mesma, pelo menos eu acho, pô tenhos os meus sonhos, as mesmas bestagens, as mesmas gracinhas, as mesmas manias,sou uma pequena mulher e uma grande menina, não quero perder esse ar matreiro ,não quero deixar de assistir desenhos,não quero deixar minhas brincadeiras, quero ter responsabilidades mas sem deixar de ser uma eterna criança, a vida já é chata ,  não vamos deixa-la mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-6448343635009443132?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6448343635009443132/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2008/11/big-girl-small-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/6448343635009443132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/6448343635009443132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2008/11/big-girl-small-woman.html' title='Big girl Small woman'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SS36xgsKF5I/AAAAAAAAAIM/wA4HVJ6-GcI/s72-c/menina%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-1788430251458528220</id><published>2008-11-26T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T17:34:50.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Que Réivis^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SS33GpSk9rI/AAAAAAAAAH8/sODVObHxQ_c/s1600-h/raiva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273142432255768242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SS33GpSk9rI/AAAAAAAAAH8/sODVObHxQ_c/s400/raiva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu tenhO raiva sabia?nem vem me culpar ou me criticar por isso!eu sei que tenho esse direitO, posso ter raiva sim, posso morder meu braço, chutar o balde, esmurrar a mesa, ficar com a língua grudada no congelador.Ops(isso não era uma forma de desabafar , foi mal, fazia isso quando era criança, até que era gostoso, só era ruim quando a lingua ficava presa e dava um trabalho pra tirar...)mas isso não vem ao caso.Eu quero dizer que até Jesus tinhas seus Pitis de vez em quando.Raiva é um sentimentO normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A única coisa que não permito e Deus me livre disso acontecer é essa raiva se tranformar em ódio e macular meu coração.isso jamais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-1788430251458528220?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1788430251458528220/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2008/11/que-rivis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/1788430251458528220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/1788430251458528220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2008/11/que-rivis.html' title='Que Réivis^^'/><author><name>crix rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01519027690609555466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/S14Yi1s7P2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/T08iJbzxmWs/S220/OQAAACnqTyJVqSDMrIEvNPxkU_Jhlac6xKKlVEbiplv9Ow2k-bodRa8mxX0keyTe4Ivl1I9nvdFIMqs4obFDXEnLoVQAm1T1UBZESxA1uool_iw3h1xDZIkYe2k5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SS33GpSk9rI/AAAAAAAAAH8/sODVObHxQ_c/s72-c/raiva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-9130644470382102522</id><published>2008-11-26T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T17:31:22.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Não há razão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SS34VospP0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/ZYeC_f91gyQ/s1600-h/x1pNWjjkHJ3o_xolSGe8PnhxcAzS05xj60C9nMIF-qnrSCtyliedflRT2r2qzRwaJttlBh-mmP-dtaL0KZw0kTh5nZIhP0oZhmx4orziVncuEd4J7yP-u_Fv0HJxB_-TPhkq67kJ2EesI4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273143789306330946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_dggYOfGto/SS34VospP0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/ZYeC_f91gyQ/s400/x1pNWjjkHJ3o_xolSGe8PnhxcAzS05xj60C9nMIF-qnrSCtyliedflRT2r2qzRwaJttlBh-mmP-dtaL0KZw0kTh5nZIhP0oZhmx4orziVncuEd4J7yP-u_Fv0HJxB_-TPhkq67kJ2EesI4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não.Sim.Dá mesmo.Não.Muitas.Pra que?A minha não.Onde?Sério?Não?Não?o que?Verdade?Já vou.Eu tambem.&lt;br /&gt;O que?Um pouco.Sério?hum... .Então venha.Cadê?Eh?Será?Sérá?O que?É mesmo?To indo.Eu tambem o amo, o chamo e o quero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(se não entendeste esse monólogo, ouça a musica "Não há razão" de Aline Barros, ou veja a letra.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8272600478099424256-9130644470382102522?l=crixrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/feeds/9130644470382102522/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crixrosa.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-h-razo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8272600478099424256/posts/default/9130644470382102522'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272600478099424256.post-5795943487004740030</id><published>2008-11-26T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T16:02:46.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pobrema</title><content type='html'>Meus problemas são bem maoires do que imaginam , poucos sabem do que eu passo, e muitos nem sonham com os turbilhões que se formam em minha mente, esta tudo destroçado, todos os portais estão fechados,as vezes acho que naum vou aguentar tanta pressão.Mas tenho conciencia de que tem pessoas com problemas maiores, mais é psicologico,a gente sempre acha que  nosso problema é  maior que os dos outros .to pensando em viajar,pra desanuviar um pouco, tenho duas opções, ou eu vou pra puta que pariu ou vou pra raio que me parta, o que acham? =\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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