<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:27:41.712-08:00</updated><category term='opa'/><category term='oi PRIMAVERA'/><category term='Pro dia nascer feliz'/><category term='ENTÃO É NATAL'/><category term='e o que voce fez? um ano termina e renasce outra vez =D'/><category term='tchau inverno'/><category term='dia cú'/><category term='eu ACREDITO.'/><category term='MADAGASCAR'/><title type='text'>Pequeno Infinito Particular</title><subtitle type='html'>só não se perca ao entrar no meu infinito particular Em alguns instantes,sou pequenina e também gigante vem, cara, se declara o mundo é portátil pra quem não tem nada a esconder olha minha cara,é só mistério, não tem segredo.
                     - Marisa Monte.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-4195826191925432019</id><published>2010-05-17T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T14:02:15.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Eu pararia de fumar o que eu nunca fumei e nunca mais colocaria na boca  o que nunca tomei. Eu iria a pé até a China, se você me ligasse dizendo  vêm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;No meu quarto a luz entraria e a tristeza se iria com a  escuridão também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu pararia de ouvir vozes do além, que sempre me  dizem: ele já tem outro alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu esqueceria esse negocio de rimar, e  se você quisesse eu só falaria cantando, você nunca mais me veria  chorando, ou poderia até mesmo com os olhos aprender a falar, só pra  você me entender com apenas um olhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu inventaria uma nova forma de  amor&lt;/span&gt;, e juro pra você fazer você esquecer o significado da palavra dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;E  quando o inverno estiver de matar, eu tiro minha roupa, pra você se  esquentar.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É, faz tempo que eu nao posto nada aqui&lt;br /&gt;mas o meu sentimento continua o mesmo..&lt;br /&gt;ai eu me pergunto qnts invernos vai durar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-4195826191925432019?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/4195826191925432019/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=4195826191925432019' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/4195826191925432019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/4195826191925432019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2010/05/eu-pararia-de-fumar-o-que-eu-nunca.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-4893710637878825196</id><published>2010-04-14T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T18:09:39.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dê um beijo, um abraço, um aperto de mão. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sonhe o Sonho sem duvidar&lt;/span&gt;.  Deixe o sorriso acontecer, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;liberte um imenso sorriso&lt;/span&gt;. Rasgue o  preconceito. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Olhe nos olhos&lt;/span&gt;. Aponte um defeito com jeito.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Respeite uma  lágrima.&lt;/span&gt; Ouça alguém com atenção. Escreva uma carta e mande. Irradie,  simplicidade, simpatia e energia. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Preste um favor&lt;/span&gt;. Converse sério ou  fiado.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Conte uma piada&lt;/span&gt;. Ache graça. Ajude a resolver um problema.  Pergunte: Porquê? Como vai? Sugira um passeio, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;um bom livro,&lt;/span&gt; um bom  filme. Diga de vez em quando: Muito obrigado,Não tem importância. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pois  são as coisas pequenas e simples que fazem a diferença! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-4893710637878825196?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/4893710637878825196/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=4893710637878825196' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/4893710637878825196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/4893710637878825196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2010/04/de-um-beijo-um-abraco-um-aperto-de-mao.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-7964371967819292306</id><published>2010-01-28T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T20:15:57.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;hoje meu dia tinha tudo pra ser chato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;1- não dormi a noite inteira pq minha vozinha tava roncando mt ;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;2- a prefeitura fdp mandou aquelas margaridas usarem cortador de grama na minha janela às 7h da manha, repito.. SETE DA MATINA IRMÃO!! assim nao dá :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;3- ate tentei inrolar um pouquinho na cama, pra ver se o sonho voltava.. entao graças a super conversa da minha vózinha com a moça q trabalha aqui em casa eu nao consegui dormir :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;4- fiquei sozinha o dia inteirinho, e meu, apesar de amar minha familia.. como é bom passar o dia sozinha, serio..de-li-cia!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;5- ds de mt preguicinha fui pra dança, e cara q gostosa a aula de hoje, serio!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;e agora to aqui HAUIHAUIHA aiai, nas nuvens!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;6- acho q o sono q eu havia perdido.. me encontrou hihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-7964371967819292306?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/7964371967819292306/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=7964371967819292306' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/7964371967819292306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/7964371967819292306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2010/01/hoje-meu-dia-tinha-tudo-pra-ser-chato-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-3236343140643000218</id><published>2010-01-26T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T17:58:18.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;e só uma coisa fica proibida: amar sem amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-3236343140643000218?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/3236343140643000218/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=3236343140643000218' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/3236343140643000218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/3236343140643000218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2010/01/e-so-uma-coisa-fica-proibida-amar-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-9198043970931695</id><published>2009-12-11T15:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T15:49:38.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eu vou te dar um conselho.</title><content type='html'>faça o que te der na telha. e não só da boca pra fora. diga tudo que está sentindo. nunca minta, se não gosta de alguém: fale, se gosta: fale. fale sempre a verdade. muitos vão te dizer que suas palavras magoam, mas sempre lembre-se que uma verdade dita com todas as letras dói muito menos do que uma mentira descoberta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-9198043970931695?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/9198043970931695/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=9198043970931695' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/9198043970931695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/9198043970931695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/12/eu-vou-te-dar-um-conselho.html' title='eu vou te dar um conselho.'/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-4013092503948914614</id><published>2009-11-28T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T22:58:31.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E você não gosta mais de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Vem dizer que eu não soube dar amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E achar que a vida é mesmo assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cada um leva um barco sofredor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu baião, coração,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Arranca essa dor do meu peito, pra eu não chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu baião, coração,&lt;br /&gt;Arranca essa dor do meu peito, pra eu não chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anjo querubim - petrucio amorim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-4013092503948914614?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/4013092503948914614/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=4013092503948914614' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/4013092503948914614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/4013092503948914614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-voce-nao-gosta-mais-de-mim-vem-dizer.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-4589883744305674990</id><published>2009-11-21T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T09:30:19.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SwgjJwRkHWI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/lEl5jQOp2ZU/s1600/DSC02112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SwgjJwRkHWI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/lEl5jQOp2ZU/s320/DSC02112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406610003142647138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;um dia desses você vai ficar lembrando de nós dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e não vai acender a luz do quarto quando o sol se for&lt;br /&gt;bem abraçada no lençol da cama vai chorar por nós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;ensando no escuro ter ouvido o som da minha voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vai acariciar seu próprio corpo e na imaginação&lt;br /&gt;fazer de conta que a sua agora é a minha mão&lt;br /&gt;mas eu não vou saber de nada do que você vai sentir&lt;br /&gt;sozinha no seu quarto de dormir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no cine-pensamento eu também tento reconstituir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as coisas que um dia você disse pra me seduzir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enquanto na janela espero a chuva que não quer cair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o vento traz o riso seu que sempre me fazia rir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e o mundo vai dar voltas sobre voltas ao redor de si&lt;br /&gt;até toda memória dessa nossa estória se extinguir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;e você nunca vai saber de nada do que eu senti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sozinho no meu quarto de dormir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arnaldo Antunes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-4589883744305674990?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/4589883744305674990/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=4589883744305674990' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/4589883744305674990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/4589883744305674990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/11/um-dia-desses-voce-vai-ficar-lembrando.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SwgjJwRkHWI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/lEl5jQOp2ZU/s72-c/DSC02112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-5517978169623093254</id><published>2009-11-01T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T08:09:22.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/Su2yCcBcXpI/AAAAAAAAAZI/667y7vdTUqg/s1600-h/DSC04183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/Su2yCcBcXpI/AAAAAAAAAZI/667y7vdTUqg/s320/DSC04183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399167283238821522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Já escondi um AMOR com medo de perdê-lo, já perdi um AMOR por escondê-lo&lt;/span&gt;... Já segurei nas mãos de alguém por medo, já tive tanto medo, ao ponto de nem sentir minhas mãos... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Já expulsei pessoas q amava de minha vida, já me arrependi por isso&lt;/span&gt;... Já passei noites chorando até pegar no sono, j&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;á fui dormir tão feliz, ao ponto de nem conseguir fechar os olhos&lt;/span&gt;... Já acreditei em amores perfeitos, já descobri q eles não existem... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Já amei pessoas q me decepcionaram, já decepcionei pessoas q amaram...&lt;/span&gt; Já passei horas na frente do espelho tentando descobrir quem sou, já tive tanta certeza de mim, ao ponto de querer sumir... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Já menti e me arrependi depois, já falei a verdade e também me arrependi... Já fingi não dar importância às pessoas q amava, para mais tarde chorar quieta em meu canto... Já sorri chorando lágrimas de tristeza, já chorei de tanto rir... Já acreditei em pessoas q não valiam a pena, já deixei de acreditar nas q realmente valiam... Já tive crises de riso quando não podia...&lt;/span&gt; Já quebrei pratos, copos e vasos, de raiva... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Já senti muita falta de alguém, mas nunca lhe disse... Já gritei quando deveria calar, já calei quando deveria gritar&lt;/span&gt;... Muitas vezes deixei de falar o q penso para agradar uns, outras vezes falei o q não pensava para magoar outros... Já fingi ser o q não sou para agradar uns, já fingi ser o q não sou para desagradar outros... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Já contei piadas e mais piadas sem graça, apenas para ver um amigo feliz... Já inventei histórias com final feliz para dar esperança a quem precisava... Já sonhei demais, ao ponto de confundir com a realidade... Já tive medo do escuro,&lt;/span&gt; hoje no escuro "me acho, me agacho, fico ali"... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Já cai inúmeras vezes achando q não iria me reerguer, já me reergui inúmeras vezes achando q não cairia mais... Já liguei para quem não queria apenas para ligar para quem realmente queria... &lt;/span&gt;Já corri atrás de um carro, por ele levar embora, quem eu amava... Já chamei pela mamãe no meio da noite fugindo de um pesadelo... mas ela não apareceu e foi um pesadelo maior ainda... Já chamei pessoas próximas de "amigo" e descobri q não eram... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Algumas pessoas nunca precisei chamar de nada e sempre foram e serão especiais para mim..&lt;/span&gt;. Não me dêem fórmulas certas, porque eu não espero acertar sempre... Não me mostre o q esperam de mim,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; porque vou seguir meu coração!&lt;/span&gt;... Não me façam ser o q não sou, não me convidem a ser igual, porque sinceramente sou diferente!... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não sei amar pela metade&lt;/span&gt;, não sei viver de mentiras, n&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ão sei voar com os pés no chão&lt;/span&gt;... Sou sempre eu mesma, mas com certeza não serei a mesma pra SEMPRE! Gosto dos venenos mais lentos, das bebidas mais amargas, das drogas mais poderosas, das idéias mais insanas, dos pensamentos mais complexos, dos sentimentos mais fortes ... Tenho um apetite voraz e os delírios mais loucos. Você pode até me empurrar de um penhasco q eu vou dizer: - E daí?&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; EU ADORO VOAR!" &lt;b&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-5517978169623093254?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/5517978169623093254/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=5517978169623093254' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/5517978169623093254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/5517978169623093254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/11/ja-escondi-um-amor-com-medo-de-perde-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/Su2yCcBcXpI/AAAAAAAAAZI/667y7vdTUqg/s72-c/DSC04183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-357486480834264144</id><published>2009-10-27T12:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T13:14:37.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SudQP4eOwvI/AAAAAAAAAZA/9ghaxsGQ2Yk/s1600-h/DSC03106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SudQP4eOwvI/AAAAAAAAAZA/9ghaxsGQ2Yk/s320/DSC03106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397370912214270706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje em dia é fácil dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que essa música é nossa raiz&lt;br /&gt;Tá chovendo de gente&lt;br /&gt;que fala de samba e não sabe o que diz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-357486480834264144?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/357486480834264144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=357486480834264144' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/357486480834264144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/357486480834264144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/10/hoje-em-dia-e-facil-dizer-que-essa.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SudQP4eOwvI/AAAAAAAAAZA/9ghaxsGQ2Yk/s72-c/DSC03106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-3774470284746779934</id><published>2009-10-12T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T07:17:08.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"O meu amor eu guardo para os mais especiais. Não sigo todas as regras da sociedade e às vezes ajo por impulso. Erro, admito. aprendo, ensino. Todos erram um dia: por descuido, inocência ou maldade." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. aiai, voltar de um forró gostosinho, é tudo de bom né?&lt;br /&gt;to aqui ao som de VAMO CONFIAR - JOÃO SABIÁ. *-*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-3774470284746779934?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/3774470284746779934/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=3774470284746779934' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/3774470284746779934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/3774470284746779934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-meu-amor-eu-guardo-para-os-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-2394142765526639445</id><published>2009-09-30T15:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T16:01:58.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SsPjAr9RWOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/mkP5Lcen-vI/s1600-h/DSC02151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SsPjAr9RWOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/mkP5Lcen-vI/s320/DSC02151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387399180204464354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Tem dias que a gente acorda com medo do escuro&lt;br /&gt;Tem dias que a gente dorme sente-se inseguro&lt;br /&gt;Então quando a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gente acorda&lt;/span&gt; e acende a luz pra ver&lt;br /&gt;Percebo que já tenho tudo e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;falta você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-2394142765526639445?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/2394142765526639445/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=2394142765526639445' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/2394142765526639445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/2394142765526639445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/09/tem-dias-que-gente-acorda-com-medo-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SsPjAr9RWOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/mkP5Lcen-vI/s72-c/DSC02151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-1648767760066047265</id><published>2009-09-27T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T09:18:09.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/Sr-P9teJT8I/AAAAAAAAAYw/QXN23jn9KGU/s1600-h/DSC03710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/Sr-P9teJT8I/AAAAAAAAAYw/QXN23jn9KGU/s320/DSC03710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386181969699229634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E o teu olhar me diz tantas coisas&lt;br /&gt;Tantas coisas loucas que quando chega perto&lt;br /&gt;A minha alma não me deixa mentir&lt;br /&gt;Esse teu olhar é pouco pra mim&lt;br /&gt;É um ponto sem fim&lt;br /&gt;Esse teu olhar, numa boa, é tudo dentro de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-1648767760066047265?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/1648767760066047265/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=1648767760066047265' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/1648767760066047265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/1648767760066047265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-o-teu-olhar-me-diz-tantas-coisas.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/Sr-P9teJT8I/AAAAAAAAAYw/QXN23jn9KGU/s72-c/DSC03710.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-9168790257186145392</id><published>2009-09-25T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T19:29:33.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o problema é que</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;você me tem fácil demais,&lt;br /&gt;mas nao parece capas de cuidar do que possui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-9168790257186145392?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/9168790257186145392/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=9168790257186145392' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/9168790257186145392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/9168790257186145392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-problema-e-que.html' title='o problema é que'/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-481210050696111571</id><published>2009-09-23T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T15:00:43.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SrqaFBZqvFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/qFUVqFyhqPw/s1600-h/DSC05358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SrqaFBZqvFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/qFUVqFyhqPw/s320/DSC05358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384785715540966482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="listdark"&gt;  &lt;p class="listp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Ninguem vai bater mais forte do que a vida.&lt;br /&gt;não importa como você vai bater e sim o quanto aguenta apanhar e continuar lutando; o quanto pode suportar e seguir em frente.&lt;br /&gt;é assim q se ganha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock Balboa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-481210050696111571?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/481210050696111571/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=481210050696111571' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/481210050696111571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/481210050696111571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/09/ninguem-vai-bater-mais-forte-do-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SrqaFBZqvFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/qFUVqFyhqPw/s72-c/DSC05358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-3589751041334686539</id><published>2009-09-22T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T10:54:11.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nem um dia..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SrkMVLwISmI/AAAAAAAAAYg/eYrca6GNWvE/s1600-h/DSC02589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 184px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SrkMVLwISmI/AAAAAAAAAYg/eYrca6GNWvE/s320/DSC02589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384348387569584738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;nesse friozinho da tarde.. ouvindo Djavan, e ouvindo essa musica linda demais, e pensando mil coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Um dia frio&lt;br /&gt;Um bom lugar pra ler um livro&lt;br /&gt;E o pensamento lá em você,&lt;br /&gt;Eu sem você não vivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia triste&lt;br /&gt;Toda fragilidade incide&lt;br /&gt;E o pensamento lá em você,&lt;br /&gt;E tudo me divide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Longe da felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;E todas as suas luzes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Te desejo como ao ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Mais que tudo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;És manhã na natureza das flores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Mesmo por toda riqueza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Dos sheiks árabes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Não te esquecerei um dia,&lt;br /&gt;Nem um dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Espero com a força do pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Recriar a luz que me trará você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;E tudo nascerá mais belo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;O verde faz do azul com o amarelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;O elo com todas as cores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Pra enfeitar amores gris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-3589751041334686539?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/3589751041334686539/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=3589751041334686539' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/3589751041334686539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/3589751041334686539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/09/nem-um-dia.html' title='nem um dia..'/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SrkMVLwISmI/AAAAAAAAAYg/eYrca6GNWvE/s72-c/DSC02589.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-3863718143462524472</id><published>2009-09-14T08:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T08:57:51.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Peixes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São pessoas que precisam: Dançar, e de uma causa nobre pela qual lutar e que faça a vida delas ter um sentido. Procuram intensa e profundamente um significado, e enquanto não encontram um propósito pelo qual lutar andam como que perdidas no mais incompreensível dos infinitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na melhor das hipóteses são: Espirituosas, românticas, serenas e poderosas, caritativas, amorosas, compassivas, emocionalmente profundas e verdadeiras, de mente aberta, comprometidas, sábias, simpáticas, abnegadas, receptivas e tolerantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na pior das hipóteses são: Fantasiosas, tímidas, erráticas, vagas, irracionais, passivas, sem caráter, hipócritas, irresolutas, melancólicas, pessimistas, dadas a vícios, cheias de dedos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando pensam são: Esperançosas, inclinadas a perdoar, amantes da boa vida. Abertas a todas as idéias e influências, finamente sintonizadas com as emoções e guiadas por intuições profundas. Imaginativas, sentem muito e respondem à altura das sensações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando agem são: Gentis, calmas e tolerantes. Se adaptam rapidamente a todo tipo de mudanças, e colocam as outras pessoas, mesmo que não as conheçam, em primeiro lugar. Procuram ser simpáticas, e tornar o ambiente divertido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No trabalho são: Procuram variar e ser criativas, mesmo que em ambientes rotineiros. São altamente expressivas e se ocupam de estabelecer uma alegre desordem para descontrair o ambiente. Podem interessar-se muito por dinheiro ou não prestar-lhe atenção alguma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostam: Tudo que seja abstrato, misterioso e infinito. Há também os tipos materialistas, que se agarram ao mundo prático com o mesmo misticismo de quem pratica meditação transcendental. Atividades culturais e dança, muita dança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detestam: Ambientes hostis, crueldade, mentira, hipocrisia, limites, lugares em que não se sintam entrosadas, magoar alguém, sentir-se rejeitadas, falta de incentivo, pessoas insinceras, ser tapeadas e ser pressionadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Socialmente são: Ouvem muito e aceitam o que ouvem sem críticas ou censuras, assim como também não se chocam com nada, podem compreender e tolerar tudo. Por isso, transformam-se em clássicos ombros amigos em quem todo mundo se apóia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No amor são: Sensuais, com um coração que se magoa facilmente, mas que também está disposto a se dar por inteiro. Apreciam muito a confiabilidade da pessoa com quem se acompanhem, e fazem com que ela se sinta amada, desejada e tendo importância fundamental.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-3863718143462524472?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/3863718143462524472/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=3863718143462524472' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/3863718143462524472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/3863718143462524472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/09/peixes-sao-pessoas-que-precisam-dancar.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-2676559674665880807</id><published>2009-09-12T14:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T14:54:42.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;O problema não é descobrir a verdade, é desprender-se da mentira. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-2676559674665880807?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/2676559674665880807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=2676559674665880807' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/2676559674665880807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/2676559674665880807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-problema-nao-e-descobrir-verdade-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-3054208486070513124</id><published>2009-08-28T14:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T14:45:47.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>um cara legal</title><content type='html'>mil carinhos e beijinhos, não sei porque não liga pra mim...&lt;br /&gt;eu já cansei de esperar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-3054208486070513124?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/3054208486070513124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=3054208486070513124' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/3054208486070513124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/3054208486070513124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/08/um-cara-legal.html' title='um cara legal'/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-2901269763959606256</id><published>2009-08-18T16:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T16:57:44.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" class="listp"&gt;&lt;i&gt;''No amor, ninguém pode machucar ninguém; cada um de nós é responsável por aquilo que sente, e não podemos culpar o outro por isso. Já me senti ferida quando perdi os homens pelos quais me apaixonei. Hoje estou convencida de que ninguém perde ninguém, porque ninguém possui ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa é a verdadeira experiência da liberdade: ter a coisa mais importante do mundo, sem possuí-la.''&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt; Paulo Coelho &lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-2901269763959606256?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/2901269763959606256/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=2901269763959606256' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/2901269763959606256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/2901269763959606256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-amor-ninguem-pode-machucar-ninguem.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-6071983523917157860</id><published>2009-07-29T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T19:40:39.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SnEHwttD4KI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Bru4lPNxpjE/s1600-h/DSC02080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SnEHwttD4KI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Bru4lPNxpjE/s320/DSC02080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364077164658679970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Tô te esperando na janela, umbeijo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-6071983523917157860?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/6071983523917157860/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=6071983523917157860' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/6071983523917157860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/6071983523917157860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-te-esperando-na-janela-umbeijo.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SnEHwttD4KI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Bru4lPNxpjE/s72-c/DSC02080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-2541068116259498781</id><published>2009-07-26T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T17:47:06.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vá a mais lugares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Abrace mais amigos&lt;br /&gt;Dance mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diga menos não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Invente menos problemas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coma mais sobremesas&lt;br /&gt;Ria mais de si mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Plante uma árvore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tire mais fotos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visite o fundo do mar&lt;br /&gt;E o topo de uma montanha&lt;br /&gt;Beije mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Conte mais piadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Se apaixone mais vezes,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que seja sempre pela mesma pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-2541068116259498781?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/2541068116259498781/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=2541068116259498781' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/2541068116259498781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/2541068116259498781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/07/va-mais-lugares-abrace-mais-amigos.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-2939143753228438652</id><published>2009-07-25T18:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T18:41:33.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu gosto do impossível, tenho medo do provável, dou risada do ridículo e choro porque tenho vontade, mas nem sempre tenho motivo. Tenho um sorriso confiante que às vezes não demonstra o tanto de insegurança por trás dele. Sou inconstante e talvez imprevisível. Não gosto de rotina. Eu amo de verdade aqueles pra quem eu digo isso, e me irrito de forma inexplicável quando não botam fé nas minhas palavras. Nem sempre coloco em prática aquilo que eu julgo certo. São poucas as pessoas pra quem eu me explico. (Bob Marley)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-2939143753228438652?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/2939143753228438652/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=2939143753228438652' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/2939143753228438652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/2939143753228438652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/07/eu-gosto-do-impossivel-tenho-medo-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-6617767983386412769</id><published>2009-07-09T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:55:36.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nossos ídolos ainda são os mesmos e as aparências não enganam não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você diz que depois deles não apareceu mais ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Você pode até dizer que 'eu tô por fora, ou então que eu tô inventando'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mas é você que ama o passado e que não vê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É você que ama o passado e que não vê&lt;br /&gt;Que o novo sempre vem&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu sei que quem me deu a idéia de uma nova consciência e juventude&lt;br /&gt;Tá em casa guardado por Deus contando vil metal&lt;br /&gt;Minha dor é perceber que apesar de termos feito tudo, tudo, tudo que fizemos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nós ainda somos os mesmos e vivemos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda somos os mesmos e vivemos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ainda somos os mesmos e vivemos como nossos pais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-6617767983386412769?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/6617767983386412769/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=6617767983386412769' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/6617767983386412769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/6617767983386412769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/07/nossos-idolos-ainda-sao-os-mesmos-e-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-6275096091590549427</id><published>2009-07-08T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T17:28:18.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POR QUE EU NÃO DESISTO DE VOCÊ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Eu não desisto de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; você precisa entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; que eu não me inspiro sem você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; sem você eu não inspiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Meu dia D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;, meu in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Meu ponto G, meu chi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Eu não respiro sem você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; Sem você eu não respiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Você me perguntou&lt;br /&gt;Eu engasguei sem coragem, travei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Não me atrevi a responder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; Por que é que eu não desisto de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Por que?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;eu não desisto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Por que é que eu não desisto de você&lt;br /&gt;Por que?&lt;br /&gt;eu não desisto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Se você pensa em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; Se você me abraça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; A vida é graça plena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; A vida é cheia de graça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;kid abelha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-6275096091590549427?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/6275096091590549427/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=6275096091590549427' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/6275096091590549427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/6275096091590549427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/07/por-que-eu-nao-desisto-de-voce.html' title='POR QUE EU NÃO DESISTO DE VOCÊ?'/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-8459567204944242930</id><published>2009-07-06T17:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T17:51:34.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cansada..&lt;br /&gt;sim! numa segunda-feira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-8459567204944242930?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/8459567204944242930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=8459567204944242930' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/8459567204944242930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/8459567204944242930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/07/cansada.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-2826611519070370692</id><published>2009-07-03T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T18:02:22.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu posso ver o jeito ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;O jeito que você olha pra mim&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo quando desvia o olhar,&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que está pensando em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu sei que você fala de mim o tempo todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muitas vezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Então venha até aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;Diga-me o que eu quero ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que eu, sim, farei sua namorada desaparecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu não quero ouvir você dizer o nome dela nunca mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muitas vezes, porque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ela é tão comum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Você pode conseguir algo melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu acho que nós deveríamos ficar juntos agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;E isso é o que todos estão falando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Avril Lavigne ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-2826611519070370692?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/2826611519070370692/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=2826611519070370692' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/2826611519070370692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/2826611519070370692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/07/eu-posso-ver-o-jeito-ver-o-jeito-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-2253236594258874577</id><published>2009-07-01T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T17:19:03.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1° de julho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Eu vejo que aprendi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; O quanto te ensinei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; E nos teus braços que ele vai saber&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Não há por que voltar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Não penso em te seguir&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Não quero mais a tua insensatez&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; O que fazes sem pensar aprendeste do olhar&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;E das palavras que guardei prá ti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Não penso em me vingar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Não sou assim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; A tua insegurança era por mim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Não basta o compromisso&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Vale mais o coração&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Já que não me entendes, não me julgues&lt;br /&gt;Não me tentes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; O que sabes fazer agora&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Veio tudo de nossas horas&lt;br /&gt;Eu não minto, eu não sou assim&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém sabia e ninguém viu&lt;br /&gt;Que eu estava a teu lado então&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Sou fera, sou bicho, sou anjo e sou mulher&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Sou minha mãe e minha filha,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Minha irmã, minha menina&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Mas sou minha, só minha e não de quem quiser&lt;br /&gt;Sou Deus, tua Deusa, meu amor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Alguma coisa aconteceu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Do ventre nasce um novo coração&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Não penso em me vingar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Não sou assim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; A tua insegurança era por mim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Não basta o compromisso&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Vale mais o coração&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Ninguém sabia, ninguém viu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Que eu estava ao teu lado então&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Sou fera, sou bicho, sou anjo e sou mulher&lt;br /&gt;Sou minha mãe e minha filha,&lt;br /&gt;Minha irmã, minha menina&lt;br /&gt;Mas sou minha, só minha e não de quem quiser&lt;br /&gt;Sou Deus, tua deusa, meu amor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Baby, baby, baby, baby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; O que fazes por sonhar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; É o mundo que virá pra ti e para mim&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Vamos descobrir o mundo juntos baby&lt;br /&gt;Quero aprender com o teu pequeno grande coração&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1º de julho, legião urbana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-2253236594258874577?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/2253236594258874577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=2253236594258874577' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/2253236594258874577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/2253236594258874577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/07/1-de-julho.html' title='1° de julho'/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-8864640681786472713</id><published>2009-06-28T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T08:18:36.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>você sabe o que é foda?</title><content type='html'>foda é ouvir uma música e lembrar de você, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;foda é amar&lt;/span&gt; e não ser amada, é ter que esperar sabendo que você não virá, foda &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;é chorar por você&lt;/span&gt; e ficar no meio da multidão e &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;me sentir sozinha porque você não está lá&lt;/span&gt;, foda é ter o&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; máximo de esperanças&lt;/span&gt; quando não há a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;menor possibilidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-8864640681786472713?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/8864640681786472713/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=8864640681786472713' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/8864640681786472713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/8864640681786472713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/06/voce-sabe-o-que-e-foda.html' title='você sabe o que é foda?'/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-1114074479999760357</id><published>2009-06-22T18:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T18:46:53.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se lembre que eu há muito tempo te amo, te amo, te amo  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Quero fazer você feliz                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos pegar o primeiro avião&lt;br /&gt;Com destino a felicidade                                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;A felicidade  pra mim é você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-1114074479999760357?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/1114074479999760357/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=1114074479999760357' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/1114074479999760357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/1114074479999760357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/06/se-lembre-que-eu-ha-muito-tempo-te-amo.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-8149265573673438863</id><published>2009-06-20T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:53:32.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/Sj12ZWUJX6I/AAAAAAAAAXg/3y8AKR1cVz8/s1600-h/P5220165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/Sj12ZWUJX6I/AAAAAAAAAXg/3y8AKR1cVz8/s320/P5220165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349562110244904866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lua quando brilha, falo de amor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No gingado desse xote, sinto teu calor&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;À noite acordado sonho com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;, iê, iê, ê, ê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; O som ligado e fico perturbado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Sem ter o que fazer&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tento sair dessa rotina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero, não, colo de mamãe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só quero colo de menino&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pouco a pouco conquistar teu coração&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num outro dia a gente se vê&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou para um lugar que lembre do sertão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;E canto xote pra te convencer&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou te ensinar como viver é bom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Falamansa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-8149265573673438863?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/8149265573673438863/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=8149265573673438863' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/8149265573673438863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/8149265573673438863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/06/lua-quando-brilha-falo-de-amor-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/Sj12ZWUJX6I/AAAAAAAAAXg/3y8AKR1cVz8/s72-c/P5220165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-7943252301428680420</id><published>2009-06-16T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T13:58:18.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SjgGpFhq-pI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/aCaT880fbkE/s1600-h/DSC01025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SjgGpFhq-pI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/aCaT880fbkE/s320/DSC01025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348031860430273170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Vermelhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; são seus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; meigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; são seus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ver que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;tudo pode retroceder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Que aquele velho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;pode ser eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;fundo da alma há solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;um frio que suplica um aconchego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-7943252301428680420?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/7943252301428680420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=7943252301428680420' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/7943252301428680420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/7943252301428680420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/06/vermelhos-sao-seus-beijos-que-meigos.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SjgGpFhq-pI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/aCaT880fbkE/s72-c/DSC01025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-28073385455140689</id><published>2009-06-13T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T22:36:19.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>é.. e eu que pensava que ia voltar feliz para casa RERE. só pensava&lt;br /&gt;bem que algo aqui no fundo me dizia: ''fica em casa'', ''vai se decepcionar''&lt;br /&gt;e não é que foi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;na verdade nao é decepção, foi mais como um 'ei se toca'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e eu levei a serio, me toquei. e vou tocar minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;é dificil eu sei, bem sei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais agora eu só tenho animo para dormir, chegar na sua frente e dizer 'vaitomarnomeiodoolhodoseucufilhodulmaputa' e sumir :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-28073385455140689?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/28073385455140689/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=28073385455140689' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/28073385455140689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/28073385455140689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/06/e.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-9193060609373123310</id><published>2009-06-13T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:16:20.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu pedi numa oração&lt;br /&gt;Ao querido São João&lt;br /&gt;Que me desse um matrimônio&lt;br /&gt;São João disse que não&lt;br /&gt;São João disse que não&lt;br /&gt;Isto é lá com Santo Antônio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu pedi numa oração&lt;br /&gt;Ao querido São João&lt;br /&gt;Que me desse um matrimônio&lt;br /&gt;Matrimônio, matrimônio&lt;br /&gt;Isto é lá com Santo Antônio&lt;br /&gt;Implorei a São João&lt;br /&gt;Desse ao menos um cartão&lt;br /&gt;Que eu levava a Santo Antônio&lt;br /&gt;São João ficou zangado&lt;br /&gt;São João só dá cartão&lt;br /&gt;Com direito a batizado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Implorei a São João&lt;br /&gt;Desse ao menos um cartão&lt;br /&gt;Que eu levava a Santo Antônio&lt;br /&gt;Matrimônio, matrimônio&lt;br /&gt;Isto é lá com Santo Antônio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São João não me atendendo&lt;br /&gt;A São Pedro fui correndo&lt;br /&gt;Nos portões do paraíso&lt;br /&gt;Disse o velho num sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Minha gente eu sou chaveiro&lt;br /&gt;Nunca fui casamenteiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São João não me entendendo&lt;br /&gt;A São Pedro fui correndo&lt;br /&gt;Nos portões do paraíso&lt;br /&gt;Matrimônio, matrimônio&lt;br /&gt;Isto é lá com Santo Antônio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe, - hoje é dia de sto antonio né :/&lt;br /&gt;vai santo antonio me dá uma forcinha???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-9193060609373123310?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-4526356451842939425</id><published>2009-06-03T14:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T14:18:27.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eu sei que vou chorar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a cada ausencia tua, eu vou chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas cada volta tua ha de apagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o que esta ausencia me causou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- vinicius de moraes e tom jobim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-4526356451842939425?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/4526356451842939425/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=4526356451842939425' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/4526356451842939425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/4526356451842939425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-sei-que-vou-chorar-cada-ausencia-tua.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-8800439165046547142</id><published>2009-05-29T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:49:49.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;''então me abraça forte, e diz mais uma vez que já estamos distantes de tudo''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-8800439165046547142?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-3476917069944277408</id><published>2009-05-28T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T17:55:48.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/Sh8yQ8u32lI/AAAAAAAAAXI/KVbAb1nxNp4/s1600-h/DSC01962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/Sh8yQ8u32lI/AAAAAAAAAXI/KVbAb1nxNp4/s320/DSC01962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341042949846719058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O nosso amor é pós-moderno &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero que você se aqueça nesse inverno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho andado aéreo como linhas no ataque&lt;br /&gt;Fim de noite, fim do mundo lá no fundo do conhaque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Eu fico sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Teu beijo me arranha&lt;br /&gt;Um estranho no ninho&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém estranha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uowww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O nosso amor é nazi-facista&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu tento fujir você me conquista &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico sozinho mas eu fico em paz&lt;br /&gt;Eu volto pra casa e você volta atrás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dias de frio, gosto dessa. (e caramba, que frio tá hoje hein)&lt;br /&gt;sopa de letrinhas - engenheiros do hawaii&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-3476917069944277408?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/3476917069944277408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=3476917069944277408' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/3476917069944277408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/3476917069944277408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-nosso-amor-e-pos-moderno-eu-quero-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/Sh8yQ8u32lI/AAAAAAAAAXI/KVbAb1nxNp4/s72-c/DSC01962.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-7095409750585577632</id><published>2009-05-22T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T17:19:48.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Já me acostumei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; com a tua voz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Com teu rosto e teu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; olhar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me partiu em dois&lt;br /&gt;E procuro agora o que é&lt;br /&gt;minha metade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando não estás aqui &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Sinto falta de mim mesmo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; E sinto falta do meu corpo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; junto ao teu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração&lt;br /&gt;é tão tosco e tão pobre&lt;br /&gt;Não sabe ainda&lt;br /&gt;os caminhos do mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando não estás aqui&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de mim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;E sinto falta do teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;junto ao meu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Vem depressa pra mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Que eu não sei esperar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Já fizemos promessas demais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E já me acostumei&lt;br /&gt;com a tua voz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando estou contigo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; estou em paz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando não estás aqui&lt;br /&gt;Meu espirito se perde&lt;br /&gt;Voa Longe&lt;br /&gt;longe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sete cidades - Legião Urbana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-7095409750585577632?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/7095409750585577632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=7095409750585577632' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/7095409750585577632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/7095409750585577632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/05/ja-me-acostumei-com-tua-voz-com-teu.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-7060849777415985436</id><published>2009-05-20T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T17:38:49.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21:00, tô indo pra tua casa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;o meu defeito é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; sempre mais de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;, é esperar por momentos e palavras vindas de tí, é aceitar os teu defeitos, é me acostumar com o teu desleixo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;é tentar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;te odiar e não conseguir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;, é querer me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;afastar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;, arrumar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;motivos pra te esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;é viver nessa agonia, sem saber do que você pensa sobre mim, penso, ensaio, sonho em mil coisas para te dizer. falar que seriamos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;felizes juntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;, que teriamos filhos, e depois viriam os netos e como na música do Reis, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;''com você meu mundo ficaria completo''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;(escrito na 3ª aula de geografia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;acontece que você me ligou, queria me ver, conversar e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eu disse nao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;apesar de saber que você nao viria ate minha casa, dizer o que eu quero escutar, eu disse nao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;falei dos meus pais, o que pra você nao teria importancia, mas eu disse não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;queria só estar no portaão, mais eu disse não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;espero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;nunca mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; que dizer não, nem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pra você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nem para o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; que (espero) vai acontecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-7060849777415985436?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/7060849777415985436/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=7060849777415985436' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/7060849777415985436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/7060849777415985436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/05/2100-to-indo-pra-tua-casa.html' title='21:00, tô indo pra tua casa.'/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-5531723509222632860</id><published>2009-05-18T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:45:42.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/ShIASrRXaxI/AAAAAAAAAWw/zcSjCQWxjMQ/s1600-h/natal23.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/ShIASrRXaxI/AAAAAAAAAWw/zcSjCQWxjMQ/s320/natal23.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337328829240666898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e mais uma vez eu me enganei,&lt;br /&gt;nao disse nada do que eu planejei.&lt;br /&gt;mas, por enquanto me deixa sonhar..&lt;br /&gt;deixa eu sonhar com tua pele, teu cabelo&lt;br /&gt;teu beijo, teu abraço&lt;br /&gt;dá uma chance pra gente ser feliz,&lt;br /&gt;vamos viver eternamente num sonho&lt;br /&gt;tipo aqueles que todas as noites vem, e eu, desejando não acordar.&lt;br /&gt;deixa eu sonhar, deixa.&lt;br /&gt;deixa eu sonhar, que um dia tu vais me ligar só pra dizer 'dorme bem', que um dia tu vais vir até minha casa só pra me dar um abraço e em seguida dizer que me ama.&lt;br /&gt;tudo bem, deixa eu sonhar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-5531723509222632860?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/5531723509222632860/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=5531723509222632860' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/5531723509222632860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/5531723509222632860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-mais-uma-vez-eu-me-enganei-nao-disse.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/ShIASrRXaxI/AAAAAAAAAWw/zcSjCQWxjMQ/s72-c/natal23.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-8896211460884367604</id><published>2009-05-17T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T17:36:28.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quero dormir.&lt;br /&gt;quero que a noite passe rápida e suave.&lt;br /&gt;que amanhã chegue rápido, nao pelo fato de ter aulas de física&lt;br /&gt;e sim, para olhar no fundo dos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;dizer 'eu te amo' sem me arrepender, sem medo, sem receio&lt;br /&gt;se você também sentir o mesmo me abraçe&lt;br /&gt;se nao sentir, tudo bem apenas continua me abraçando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU TE AMO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-8896211460884367604?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/8896211460884367604/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=8896211460884367604' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/8896211460884367604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/8896211460884367604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/05/quero-dormir.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-3118190679976948245</id><published>2009-05-14T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T17:23:49.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;e, hoje eu vi como você é importante para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Sorte de hoje:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; Cuidado com o que você diz; entre aqueles que não dizem nada, poucos são os que ficam em silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p.s: principalmente na parte em que você mexeu no meu cabelo pra conversar, e aquela em que falavamos sobre o seu novo perfume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-3118190679976948245?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/3118190679976948245/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=3118190679976948245' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/3118190679976948245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/3118190679976948245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-hoje-eu-vi-como-voce-e-importante.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-6524537705694751154</id><published>2009-05-13T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T17:01:52.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Isso só pode ser um pequeno/grande engano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;ela gostava dele, mais não era como antes, havia surgido outro, um que fazia acelerar o seu coração, e, ela já não sabia mais o que fazer, e nem o que pensar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Esse choque de sentimentos, a deixava &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;ATORDOADA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Será verdadeiro o que ela sentia? será que era isso mesmo o que ela desejava? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;As vezes ela achava que o que ela sentia era só um jeito de escapar, de fugir, de não se deixar enganar pelo falso amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;CONFRONTO DE SENTIMENTOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Tinha dias que ela desejava não ter acordado, para não ter encontrado o cara que a deixava sem folego só de olhar no fundo dos seus olhos, o cara que ela tanto amou, tanto desejou, tanto lutou pra sí, mas que hoje, já nao é tanto afim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;MENTIRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;. ela está se enganando denovo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Mais infelizmente a vida dela era assim mesmo, cheia de enganos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;a verdade, é que ela não queria mais se enganar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-6524537705694751154?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/6524537705694751154/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=6524537705694751154' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/6524537705694751154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/6524537705694751154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/05/isso-so-pode-ser-um-pequenogrande.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-1077375205223053543</id><published>2009-05-05T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:07:20.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;- eu gosto de abraçar meus amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;ele a disse enquanto se abraçavam, ela dizia que estava com calor, ele dizia que queria um abraço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;ela o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;evitava&lt;/span&gt;. ele tentava &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chamar atenção&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;ela fazia beiçinho, ele baixava a guarda. ela, adorava o modo de como ele era tão querido e tão doce, em se ''desculpar'' ao ver que ela tinha sido contrariada. o dois sorriam. até que, ele a pergunta: 'porque falar comgio, entao?'', no momento ela sentiu sua face corar, os pés formigarem, uma leve tontura, um nó na garganta, a resposta teria a engasgado, ela queria (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MUITO&lt;/span&gt;) dizer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;PORQUE EU GOSTO DE VOCÊ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;. mais ela preferiu somente dar um último abraço antes que batesse o sinal da próxima aula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;o problema é que ela, não queria mais ser só amiga dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-1077375205223053543?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/1077375205223053543/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=1077375205223053543' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/1077375205223053543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/1077375205223053543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/05/eu-gosto-de-abracar-meus-amigos-ele.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-1278935313718111111</id><published>2009-05-04T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T17:18:47.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Hoje ela não o havia sentido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;nao havia recostado confortavelmente a cabeça sob o seu peito, nao havia contado sua respiração, nao havia sentido seu corpo como um imã perto do dele,não havia lhe abraçado, como de costume, por obra do acaso somente, pegou na ponta dos seus dedos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;parecia o que destino, HOJE, lhe pregara uma peça, daquelas que a gente é forçado a rir no final,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;tudo a afastara dele, o que lhe partia o coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;hoje, ela foi pra o primeiro dia no primeiro emprego, passou o dia inteiro nervosa, ansiosa.. talvez, passada a hora, adorou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;ficou encantada de como conseguia ser tão madura a ponto de ensinar crianças nas atividades de aula, agora, ela trabalha como professora particular, e até agora, está gostando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;as vezes a menina se pega a pensar ''será que devo partilhar toda essa alegria com quem me faz voar alto?'' mais a resposta é sempre a mesma: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NÃO. ELE NÃO MERECE SABER NADA DA MINHA VIDA&lt;/span&gt;. ele nem é tão importante assim, quem ele pensa que é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;o problema é que apesar de nao demonstrar, sentia falta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-1278935313718111111?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/1278935313718111111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=1278935313718111111' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/1278935313718111111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/1278935313718111111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/05/hoje-ela-nao-o-havia-sentido.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-5834541170735815778</id><published>2009-04-29T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T17:16:15.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>misturas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;- Tu podes falar de mim, sem ao menos me conhecer por completo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e foi isso que ele disse à ela, naquela manhã ensolarada, quente e abafada.&lt;br /&gt;depois de brigas, desculpas, beijos, abraços, cabelos.&lt;br /&gt;ela seguiu, tomou o ônibus. Partiu.&lt;br /&gt;encontrou amigos durante a tarde, porém tudo a irritava. ELE. somente ele, era dono dos seus vagos pensamentos, como ELE, um cara com ar de metido, arrogante, e inteligente, podia fazer com que ela se perdesse perante a tudo vivido? como ele a tinha sob controle só de tocar sua mão? como ele podia fazer o mundo parar no instante em que ele contornava sua cintura com um dos braços? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DROGA&lt;/span&gt;, ele sabia que podia, mas ele queria mais.. nunca foi do feitio dele ser o menor.&lt;br /&gt;o problema é que menina, já machucada de tantas outras vezes em que já se iludiu por ele,  deixava-se levar por esses gestos, premeditados ou não, perfeitos. cada dia diferente, cara dia melhor, cada dia mais pensativo.&lt;br /&gt;seus amigos a fizeram sorrir naquela tarde, porém antes de dormir, ela vai pensar nele, na manhã que tiveram, vai sonhar com ele, e no quão seria perfeito os dois... JUNTOS. Aposto que vai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;o problema era que ela, o conhecia demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-5834541170735815778?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/5834541170735815778/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=5834541170735815778' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/5834541170735815778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/5834541170735815778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/04/vagamente.html' title='misturas'/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-3332008107200384772</id><published>2009-04-25T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T19:28:58.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia perfeito pára na esquina e diz good-bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;no meu caso não, o dia perfeito é feito por mim. (e claro, das pessoas no que me rodeiam durante o dia).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;e diga-se de passagem meu dia foi feito de encontros, hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;o mais importante deles, foi quando encontrei o meu amigo Tasca! *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;cara, muito demais! confesso, ri muito mais muito mesmo! afinal, foi mt bizarro, mais isso é outra historia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;(breve explicação: nos conhecemos a um certo tempo, mais nunca nos vimos pessoalmente o.O)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;encontrei a kekão, e o zuzu do pagodi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;ah, o marcus tb.. mais err.. deixa pra lá :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;meu dia foi legal, isso que importa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;fui no cinema com a minha miiiinca dessah, vimos um filme mt irado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;EU ODEIO DIA DOS NAMORADOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;eu tbm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; hihi).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;e quer saber? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Sorte de hoje:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; Viver amanhã é muito tarde. Viva hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-3332008107200384772?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/3332008107200384772/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=3332008107200384772' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/3332008107200384772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/3332008107200384772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/04/dia-perfeito-para-na-esquina-e-diz-good.html' title='Dia perfeito pára na esquina e diz good-bye'/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-8234171777454210511</id><published>2009-04-24T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:25:07.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Gosto da palavra ''fornida''.  É uma palavra que diz tudo o que quer dizer. Se você lê que uma mulher é ''bem fornida'', sabe exatamente como ela é. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Não gorda mas cheia, roliça, carnuda. E quente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Talvez seja a semelhança com ''forno''. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Talvez seja apenas o tipo de mente que eu tenho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Luis Fernando Verissimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: acho que me encontrei nesse trecho ;x hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-8234171777454210511?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/8234171777454210511/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=8234171777454210511' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/8234171777454210511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/8234171777454210511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/04/gosto-da-palavra-fornida.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-3352239781557145076</id><published>2009-04-19T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T19:24:07.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eu sou cacique, você é meu par</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Decepcionante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;é ser melhor que todos e ainda assim não ser o suficiente...o que ELE procura então&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;?!. Decepcionante é acreditar no que não existe e existir pra quem não acredita...um dia a sorte passa perto de mim. Decepcionante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;é ser tão iludida que chega a confundir meus proprios sentimentos...não posso ser boba pra sempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Decepcionante é pensar no futuro enquanto quero mesmo voltar para o passado! Decepcionante é ser verdadeiro e ouvir apenas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;verdades que machucam&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;a verdade dói, pode acreditar! Decepcionante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;é sentir saudade do que nunca foi seu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;...Decepcionante é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;acreditar demais nas pessoas quando nem elas mesmo acreditam em si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;...eu pensei que fosse diferente. Decepcionante&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;é ser bom e ainda assim sofrer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;..Decepcionante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;é se decepcionar com alguém que começou a gostar, e talvez ainda goste muito, por tão pouco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;achei bonitinho, e postei.&lt;br /&gt;ah, feriadão é tudo de bom né?&lt;br /&gt;antes que eu esqueça o Rômulo ficou em segundo lugar, mais foi lindhu *-* hehe&lt;br /&gt;p.s: sempre me decepiciono com as pessoas, e engraçado que a maioria é pelas coisas ali em cima ;x HAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;beijinhos e feliz dia do índio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;falando em índio me lembrei da musica da xuxa ahoihaoia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos brincar de índio, mas sem mocinho pra me pegar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;venha pra minha tribo, eu sou cacique, você é meu par&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/Sevb_HJj-PI/AAAAAAAAAWU/hexrXG_uqY4/s1600-h/bib_i_indio.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/Sevb_HJj-PI/AAAAAAAAAWU/hexrXG_uqY4/s320/bib_i_indio.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326592861593139442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;índio fazer barulho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;índio ter seu orgulho vem pintar a pele para dança começar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;pego meu arco e flecha, minha canoa e vou pescar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;vamos fazer fogueira &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;comer do fruto que a terra dá,&lt;br /&gt;Índio fazer barulho, Índio ter seu orgulho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Índio quer apito mas também sabe gritar&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Índio não faz mais lutas, Índio não faz guerra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Índio já foi um dia o dono dessa terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Índio ficou sozinho,Índio querer carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Índio querer de volta a sua paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Que indiozinho fofolindo né? hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-3352239781557145076?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/3352239781557145076/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=3352239781557145076' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/3352239781557145076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/3352239781557145076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/04/decepcionante-e-ser-melhor-que-todos-e.html' title='eu sou cacique, você é meu par'/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/Sevb_HJj-PI/AAAAAAAAAWU/hexrXG_uqY4/s72-c/bib_i_indio.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-3831276237403519259</id><published>2009-04-17T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:56:45.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje eu sonhei com um anjo feito só pra mim..</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;postando rapidinho,&lt;br /&gt;porque tenho que dormir pra amanha&lt;br /&gt;ver o romulinho remar *-*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;hehe,&lt;br /&gt;eu e uma amiga, preparamos uma surpresa pra ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;um cartaz bem liiiindo, amanha boto a foto *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;segue aí a letra da musica 'um anjo - klb'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;tá,vão falar que klb é mal, mais essa musica é ''igual'' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;a musica angels do robbie williams&lt;br /&gt;- lindaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa demais *-*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;beijo, beijo, FUIS!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu fico mal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a dor parece não ter final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Olho pro céu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu sei que as estrelas sempre vão brilhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;E quando a noite vem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Estou sozinho sem ninguém&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;O céu se apagou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um anjo vem me beijar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SekyhBXfw7I/AAAAAAAAAWM/Jgv5ld107Bs/s1600-h/beto+carrero+%2834%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SekyhBXfw7I/AAAAAAAAAWM/Jgv5ld107Bs/s320/beto+carrero+%2834%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325843577226380210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;E o seu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Suave como o vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Prazer sem julgamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Que me faz voar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;E quando a dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Me torna mais covarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Eu sinto a coragem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Pra ser o que sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Por que pra sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Um anjo vem me beijar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-3831276237403519259?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/3831276237403519259/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=3831276237403519259' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/3831276237403519259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/3831276237403519259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/04/hoje-eu-sonhei-com-um-anjo-feito-so-pra.html' title='Hoje eu sonhei com um anjo feito só pra mim..'/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SekyhBXfw7I/AAAAAAAAAWM/Jgv5ld107Bs/s72-c/beto+carrero+%2834%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-3277044480492796393</id><published>2009-04-15T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T18:31:52.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não sei se dá pra ver, mas acho que eu estou mudando</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Houve um tempo em que eu não podia nem te ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Agora posso estar de frente à você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Que meu coração não sente mais nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Me desculpa te falar, mas tenho que dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Que hoje mesmo acreditando em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Você se apaixonou por mim na hora errada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;simplismente adorei a musica quando ouvi no rádio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;hoje mais ou menos umas 07:05 da manhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;tive que baixar e postar aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;sem mais, ótima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;fala bem o meu momento, mais enfim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;boa noite, até amanha.. terraqueos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-3277044480492796393?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/3277044480492796393/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=3277044480492796393' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/3277044480492796393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/3277044480492796393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/04/nao-sei-se-da-pra-ver-mas-acho-que-eu.html' title='Não sei se dá pra ver, mas acho que eu estou mudando'/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-3936269041701138057</id><published>2009-04-14T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:51:43.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o que sobra entre o ódio e o coração</title><content type='html'>é como dizem, tem dias que o mar nao tá pra peixe.&lt;br /&gt;e não tava mesmo. mais enfim.&lt;br /&gt;meu dia nao foi dos melhores, nao foi dos piores (concordo)&lt;br /&gt;eu to pirando, ou, muito perto disso, nao estou mentindo.&lt;br /&gt;se tem uma coisa que me irrita é pessoa 'biopolar' (ok, nao os doentes, os retardados mesmo), porra, um belo dia a pessoa acorda é &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;toda fofa, meiga, carinhosa, gentil, animada e tal.&lt;/span&gt; no outro &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;é cú mesmo, nao fala direito,  te trata estranho e mal dá 'ooi' no msn&lt;/span&gt; ;/&lt;br /&gt;isso me costa entender, fico pensnado mais nao chego a conclusão alguma.&lt;br /&gt;tudo bem, devo admitir que nao  fico  mal, como ficava. nao fico como se algo me faltasse, mas falta.&lt;br /&gt;fico pensando o que que eu fiz, ou o que que houve né. mais enfim.&lt;br /&gt;tenho que confessar que grande parte do meu bom humor, e do meu sorriso diário vem do meu &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;melhor amigo gay&lt;/span&gt;, do &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;buzz&lt;/span&gt;, e do &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;kibe loco&lt;/span&gt;. mais enfim.&lt;br /&gt;muitos afogam suas decpeções, mágoas e tristezas em bebida, sexo, drogas em rock n' roll, como estou mais ligth.. lá se vai o &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;meu ultimo pedaço de sonho de valsa&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;ai ai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: depois se der, eu posto mais :)&lt;br /&gt;p.s.2: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;porque que eu amo demais?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-3936269041701138057?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/3936269041701138057/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=3936269041701138057' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/3936269041701138057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/3936269041701138057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-que-sobra-entre-o-odio-e-o-coracao.html' title='o que sobra entre o ódio e o coração'/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-5150185346069086517</id><published>2009-04-10T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T16:26:34.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>''Existe um fio de esperança em mim..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;... Ah, se eu pudesse enfim saber, quanto de mim ainda resta em você''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;estava agora olhando orkuts alheios(adóóóóóro) aiuha, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;e me deparei com uma comunidade que dizia 'eu acredito no amor', &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;logo cliquei para ver sua descrição e acabei lendo um dos contos mais fofos.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;dizia assim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Um dia, um velhinho foi a uma de suas consultas periódicas ao médico, só que desta vez um pouco apressado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;O médico então lhe pergunta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;-Por que a pressa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;O velhinho responde:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;-Todos os dias neste horário vou visitar minha esposa que está num asilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;O médico comenta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;-Que bacana! Então vocês matam a saudade, batem papo, namoram um pouquinho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;O velhinho falou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;-Não. Ela não me reconhece mais, por causa de sua doença.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;O médico surpreso então pergunta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;-Mas por que então tanta pressa para vê-la, já que não o reconhece mais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;E com um sorriso no rosto, o velhinho responde:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;-Mas eu a reconheço! Eu sei quem ela é e o que representa na minha vida há tantos anos. Por isso todos os dias eu a reconquisto, como se cada conquista fosse única e verdadeira. Este é o verdadeiro amor. INCONDICIONAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;depois de ler, fiquei pensando.. que lindo *-* (/crylitruz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;será&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;REALMENTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, que neste mundo cruel, neste mundo bandido ainda exista amor verdadeiro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;aí, pensei nos meus avós (que são uma gracinha) se, meu avô ainda estivesse vivo, fariam &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;65 ANOS&lt;/span&gt; de casados, diz aí megafofolindoné? *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;espero conhecer alguém assim, tipico música de sandy e junior sabe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;falando nisso, poxa eles deveriam regravar as musicas delesss, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HOJE&lt;/span&gt; posso dizer com certeza daria pra fazer  de trilha sonora da minha vida varias musicas deles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;peguei meu diário de 2007 (ok, nao era tão pequena assim para ter diário, mt menos para ouvir S&amp;amp;J, mais enfim..) e tem um mês só com letras deles, e relendo issso, encaixou perfeitamente comigo agora/já.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;é a mesma ali de cima, mais como é linda e eu adooooro, vou botar mais um trechinho *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Não ter, não ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Um perfume que não se esquece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Não ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;O ruído do seu sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Não ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Essa hora tão mágica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Não ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;O carinho que eu preciso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;( Não ter, Sandy e Jr.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;ok, me empolguei com essa história de S&amp;amp;J.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;p.s: passa no&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://coisasparamenina.blogspot.com"&gt;meu outro blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; poxã!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;p.s.2:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; se o amor não resistir, liga então pra mim&lt;/span&gt;. HAHAHAHA (adivinha?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-5150185346069086517?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/5150185346069086517/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=5150185346069086517' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/5150185346069086517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/5150185346069086517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/04/existe-um-fio-de-esperanca-em-mim.html' title='&apos;&apos;Existe um fio de esperança em mim..'/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-480235230302825136</id><published>2009-04-09T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T19:17:31.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>''Fique mais, que eu gostei de ter você</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Não vou mais querer ninguém &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Agora que sei quem me faz bem.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;É.. feriadão é tudo de bom né? principalmente qnd você vai ganhar chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;mais esse feriado não vai ser o mais feliz, mais também não vai ser o pior &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;mesmo sabendo que estás tão longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(470km), eu me sinto tão feliz e tão bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;credo né.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;o problema é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;que, toda vez que me deito, recosto a cabeça sobre travesseiro,&lt;br /&gt;sinto teu cheiro, sinto teu afago, sinto teu calor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;o problema é que, quando tento nao pensar em nada, só penso em você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;o problema é comigo? ou é com você? que fez meu mundo desandar,&lt;br /&gt;que fez as horas passarem rapidamente quando perto, e devagar se longe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;porque então não fazemos uma promessa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;promete pra mim que quando você chegar, você vai me tirar da solidão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;que vai olhar no fundo dos meus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;vai beijar-me a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;buxexa levemente, e vai me abraçar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;promete que nesse dia não vamos brigar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;promete que não vai me magoar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;promete que vai me fazer feliz? e que vai deixar eu lhe fazer feliz também?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;promete pra mim, promete?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3 dias&lt;br /&gt;e a promessa que nunca fizemos, fica martelando aqui e agora no meu peito&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-480235230302825136?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/480235230302825136/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=480235230302825136' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/480235230302825136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/480235230302825136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/04/fique-mais-que-eu-gostei-de-ter-voce.html' title='&apos;&apos;Fique mais, que eu gostei de ter você'/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-3181282477281858404</id><published>2009-04-08T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T18:55:53.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quem vai mentir que você é legal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;é, se não é eu, quem vai ser? hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;sabe aquela sensação de que tudo ta conspirando? seja a favor ou contra, mais tem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;to assim, ta tudo tão diferente, vale frisar o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;''diferente''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;comunidades, gestos, carinhos, papos, risadinhas que levam a tantos outros pensamentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;(pensamentos bons talvez, outrora que me fazem chorar, mas como já lí o pequeno príncepe,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;''corre-se o risco de chorar um pouco quando se deixa cultivar'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; mas, o problema é até quando vale apena chorar, e deixar-se cativar? eu, digo que sempre vale, vale apena sempre! quando se tem amor, nada é muito grande, nada é muito assustador, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;nada é apenas nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;porém como diz minha amiga, acorda e fala pra ti mesma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;''ele é meu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt; que vai dá certo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; espero mesmo que dê, ou que esteja dando certo. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;e mesmo que não seja verdade, ta tudo tão bom, nao tô afim de acabar com isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;mais, porque eu tenho tanta vergonha? eu nao era assim, nao quero ser assim..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;''porque tens vergonha de me abraçar?''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;, eu apenas respondi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;''ta todo mundo olhando''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;, ele me respondeu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;''te importas com isso?''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;, eu disse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;''sim''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;, mas ele me surpreendeu dizendo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;''eu não, ninguém tem nada haver com isso.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; mais na verdade eu queria dizer, eu deveria dizer, mas preferi ficar só no pensamento.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;''PORQUE eu já chorei demais,PORQUE eu me iludi demais, PORQUE eu tenho bloqueio mental, PORQUE eu não quero cometer os mesmos erros, PORQUE todo mundo vai dizer 'olha lá, ela denovo dando mole, otaria''. PORQUE eu te amo''&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;simplismente olhei fundo olhos dele, e retribui o abraço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;''4 dias''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;'' te amo hihihi ''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;'' eu também (L) ''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-3181282477281858404?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/3181282477281858404/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=3181282477281858404' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/3181282477281858404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/3181282477281858404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/04/e-se-nao-e-eu-quem-vai-ser-hehe-sabe.html' title='quem vai mentir que você é legal?'/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-4646708759590345368</id><published>2009-04-04T20:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T20:30:24.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/Sdgk9wkmC6I/AAAAAAAAAV8/V-IdoNsrOxo/s1600-h/amanda+8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/Sdgk9wkmC6I/AAAAAAAAAV8/V-IdoNsrOxo/s320/amanda+8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321043603167251362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Todas as noites são iguais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Os meninos satisfeitos     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;E as meninas querem mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sonhos caem como chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;E é tarde demais           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Eu não consigo dizer não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Hoje à noite&lt;br /&gt;tudo pode acontecer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Quem olhar nos olhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Vê bares e sedução &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Num canto escuro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Pequenos goles de solidão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A noite esclarece&lt;br /&gt;o que o dia escondeu... &lt;/span&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;O que o dia escondeu... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Meia noite, noite inteira &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;3, 4, 5 da manhã &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Eu vou embora mas eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sempre volto atrás &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque as noites são todas iguais  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Todas iguais  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Todas as noites são iguais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;De longe os disfarces &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Parecem reais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Mãos me vestem como luva &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;É tarde demais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;E eu não consigo dizer não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Hoje à noite é cedo até amanhecer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Capital inicial ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-4646708759590345368?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/4646708759590345368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=4646708759590345368' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/4646708759590345368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/4646708759590345368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/04/todas-as-noites-sao-iguais-os-meninos.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/Sdgk9wkmC6I/AAAAAAAAAV8/V-IdoNsrOxo/s72-c/amanda+8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-152100133973023646</id><published>2009-04-03T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T18:16:41.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Eu faço tudo pra chamar sua atenção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;De vez em quando eu meto os pés pelas mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Engulo a seco o ciúme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Quando outro apaixonado quer tirar de mim sua atenção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Coração apaixonado é bobo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sorriso teu e eu me derreto todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;O teu charme,  teu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tua fala mansa me faz delirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mas quanta coisa aconteceu e foi dita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Qualquer mínimo detalhe era pista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Coisas que ficaram para trás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Coisas que você nem lembra mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mas eu guardo tudo aqui no meu peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tanto tempo estudando teu jeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tanto tempo esperando uma chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sonhei tanto com esse romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Que tolo mais eu não consigo evitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-152100133973023646?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/152100133973023646/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=152100133973023646' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/152100133973023646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/152100133973023646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/04/eu-faco-tudo-pra-chamar-sua-atencao-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-8668842236301105561</id><published>2009-04-01T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T18:23:05.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mas tanto faz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;já &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me esqueci de te esquecer&lt;/span&gt; porque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;o teu desejo é o meu melhor prazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;e o meu destino é querer sempre mais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a minha estrada corre pro seu mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agora vem pra perto vem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vem depressa vem sem fim&lt;/span&gt;, dentro de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;que eu quero sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;o teu corpo pesando sobre o meu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;vem meu amor vem pra mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;me abraça devagar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;me beija e me faz esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Bem que se quis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-8668842236301105561?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/8668842236301105561/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=8668842236301105561' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/8668842236301105561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/8668842236301105561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/04/mas-tanto-faz-ja-me-esqueci-de-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-7947955778518348380</id><published>2009-03-31T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T16:16:35.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mais</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Hoje vou fazer diferente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;não quero lembrar do passado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;só quero falar do presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;dizer que eu to naquele misto de prazer, e agonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;parece ate uma ironia, dizer tudo aquilo que eu disse antes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;e hoje não mais sinto, não mais tenho, ou não mais quero ter..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Gabi. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;postado ao som de: chalie brown júnior - uma criança com o seu olhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-7947955778518348380?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/7947955778518348380/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=7947955778518348380' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/7947955778518348380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/7947955778518348380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/03/mais.html' title='mais'/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-5672252761502677119</id><published>2009-03-28T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T09:56:26.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Não é fácil, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;não pensar em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Não é fácil, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;é estranho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Não te contar  meus planos, não te encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Todo dia de manhã enquanto eu tomo o meu café amargo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;É, ainda boto fé de um dia te ter ao meu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Na verdade, eu preciso aprender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Não é fácil, não é fácil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Marisa Monte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-5672252761502677119?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/5672252761502677119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=5672252761502677119' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/5672252761502677119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/5672252761502677119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/03/nao-e-facil-nao-pensar-em-voce-nao-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-4347176824785591708</id><published>2009-03-26T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T15:47:17.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/ScwF4pQCIOI/AAAAAAAAAVk/cYHtCuMJ58c/s1600-h/hoje+%2813%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/ScwF4pQCIOI/AAAAAAAAAVk/cYHtCuMJ58c/s320/hoje+%2813%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317631730721628386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nada me preocupa na terra do nunca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Não é minha culpa se a vida é uma ilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-4347176824785591708?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/4347176824785591708/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=4347176824785591708' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/4347176824785591708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/4347176824785591708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/03/nada-me-preocupa-na-terra-do-nunca-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/ScwF4pQCIOI/AAAAAAAAAVk/cYHtCuMJ58c/s72-c/hoje+%2813%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-9117388909631136682</id><published>2009-03-19T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T09:32:17.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/ScJzemwX_DI/AAAAAAAAAVc/gumzjyHEuTc/s1600-h/hoje+%2803%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/ScJzemwX_DI/AAAAAAAAAVc/gumzjyHEuTc/s320/hoje+%2803%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314937479887322162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;É AMANHÃ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-9117388909631136682?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/9117388909631136682/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=9117388909631136682' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/9117388909631136682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/9117388909631136682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-amanha.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/ScJzemwX_DI/AAAAAAAAAVc/gumzjyHEuTc/s72-c/hoje+%2803%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-5503381026648012520</id><published>2009-03-14T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T18:25:43.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SbxSJeV9ecI/AAAAAAAAAU0/BR_GlBMevoU/s1600-h/DSC00931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 413px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SbxSJeV9ecI/AAAAAAAAAU0/BR_GlBMevoU/s320/DSC00931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313211983107815874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;vocês são demais ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-5503381026648012520?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/5503381026648012520/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=5503381026648012520' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/5503381026648012520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/5503381026648012520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/03/voces-sao-demais.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SbxSJeV9ecI/AAAAAAAAAU0/BR_GlBMevoU/s72-c/DSC00931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-2379552813780870462</id><published>2009-03-07T17:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T17:39:00.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SbMha0vItFI/AAAAAAAAAUs/iRWUaY3Vucg/s1600-h/hoje+%2841%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SbMha0vItFI/AAAAAAAAAUs/iRWUaY3Vucg/s320/hoje+%2841%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310625130316608594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span name="caption" id="caption"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sol, girassol, vejo o vento solar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-2379552813780870462?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/2379552813780870462/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=2379552813780870462' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/2379552813780870462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/2379552813780870462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/03/sol-girassol-vejo-o-vento-solar.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SbMha0vItFI/AAAAAAAAAUs/iRWUaY3Vucg/s72-c/hoje+%2841%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-165245558308167453</id><published>2009-03-05T12:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T12:02:50.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Não é que vivo em eterna mutação, com novas adaptações a meu renovado viver e nunca chego ao fim de cada um dos modos de existir. Vivo de esboços não acabados e vacilantes. Mas equilibro-me como posso, entre mim e eu, entre mim e os homens, entre mim e o Deus."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-165245558308167453?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/165245558308167453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=165245558308167453' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/165245558308167453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/165245558308167453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/03/nao-e-que-vivo-em-eterna-mutacao-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-5891161802438341423</id><published>2009-03-01T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T16:46:08.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;É como se eu tivesse levado um tapa, um soco no meio do peito tão forte, e tão bruto que me fez parar de respirar por alguns instantes, e não passa, não passa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-5891161802438341423?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/5891161802438341423/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=5891161802438341423' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/5891161802438341423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/5891161802438341423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-como-se-eu-tivesse-levado-um-tapa-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-9063782085606598745</id><published>2009-02-26T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T14:40:29.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SacaN2Jb4zI/AAAAAAAAAUk/41d_fiVScII/s1600-h/primas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SacaN2Jb4zI/AAAAAAAAAUk/41d_fiVScII/s320/primas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307239511055131442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu sinto a falta de você, me sinto só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;carnaval foi o bixo, somente. AHEUIHOEEA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-9063782085606598745?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/9063782085606598745/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=9063782085606598745' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/9063782085606598745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/9063782085606598745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/02/eu-sinto-falta-de-voce-me-sinto-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SacaN2Jb4zI/AAAAAAAAAUk/41d_fiVScII/s72-c/primas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-4239740674248016289</id><published>2009-02-23T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T16:17:52.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SaM8YKO5o5I/AAAAAAAAAUc/loe_GcKEOKM/s1600-h/canaval+%2810%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SaM8YKO5o5I/AAAAAAAAAUc/loe_GcKEOKM/s320/canaval+%2810%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306151171733955474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Eu já sei o que os meus olhos vão querer, quando eu te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;impedidos de te ver, vão querer chorar, um riso incontido, perdido em algum lugar&lt;br /&gt;felicidade que transborda, parece nao querer parar, nao vai parar&lt;br /&gt;Eu já sei o que os meus lábios vão querer, quando eu te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;molhados de prazer, vao querer beijar, o que a vida nao se cansa, de se apresentar&lt;br /&gt;por ser um lugar comum, deimaxos de extravasar, de demonstrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-4239740674248016289?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/4239740674248016289/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=4239740674248016289' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/4239740674248016289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/4239740674248016289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/02/eu-ja-sei-o-que-os-meus-olhos-vao.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SaM8YKO5o5I/AAAAAAAAAUc/loe_GcKEOKM/s72-c/canaval+%2810%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-2523338367253405912</id><published>2009-02-20T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T17:52:24.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>e aí..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SZ9eDV6N1qI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Jb3e-Na2cik/s1600-h/DSC03916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SZ9eDV6N1qI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Jb3e-Na2cik/s320/DSC03916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305062297579673250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;                &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;O amor pode acontecer, de novo pra você..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-2523338367253405912?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/2523338367253405912/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=2523338367253405912' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/2523338367253405912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/2523338367253405912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/02/e-ai.html' title='e aí..'/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SZ9eDV6N1qI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Jb3e-Na2cik/s72-c/DSC03916.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-703882614496623051</id><published>2009-02-19T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T17:19:02.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SZ4EPiYAuoI/AAAAAAAAAUM/NrsGu9yycFk/s1600-h/DSC03964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 51px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SZ4EPiYAuoI/AAAAAAAAAUM/NrsGu9yycFk/s320/DSC03964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304682076061088386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                    ..Não deixe de cruzar, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O seu olhar com o meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ai ai, meu dia, REALMENTE foi mt mt mt bom, piscina o dia inteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;meu G-zuis hoje tava mt quente :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;mais enfim tô muito cansada sabe? mais não só fisicamente :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;porém to feliz, to feliz, agora só me resta esperar o Carnaval passar :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH, antes que me esqueça, mel dels meu livro ta mt mt mt bom *-*&lt;br /&gt;se tiver um tempinho passa &lt;a href="http://www.coisasparamenina.blogspot.com"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;, não vai se arrepender hehe!&lt;br /&gt;to ouvindo kid, bjs;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-703882614496623051?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/703882614496623051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=703882614496623051' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/703882614496623051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/703882614496623051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SZ4EPiYAuoI/AAAAAAAAAUM/NrsGu9yycFk/s72-c/DSC03964.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-8500105505303334329</id><published>2009-02-18T14:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T14:55:43.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>quero mais nao quero, viver só de fantasia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SZyRyUjSeLI/AAAAAAAAATs/ep4jCcO5icI/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC00028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 137px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SZyRyUjSeLI/AAAAAAAAATs/ep4jCcO5icI/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC00028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304274754831808690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;puxa vidã, e agora o que faço?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;jogar verde para colher maduro é uma boa..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;vamos ver qual vai ser no carnaval, porque afim, nao mata, nao engorda e nao faz mal, ouuu quase sempre nao mata né hehe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;iiiiiiiiiin love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ai ai vou continuar a me divertir ouvindo paula toller, e cassia eller, bjs ;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-8500105505303334329?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/8500105505303334329/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=8500105505303334329' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/8500105505303334329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/8500105505303334329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/02/quero-mais-nao-quero-viver-so-de.html' title='quero mais nao quero, viver só de fantasia'/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SZyRyUjSeLI/AAAAAAAAATs/ep4jCcO5icI/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC00028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-5508650552161671028</id><published>2009-02-17T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:54:39.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;E falar no seu ouvido, qualquer coisa sem sentido, só pra saber quel é a sua reação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-5508650552161671028?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/5508650552161671028/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=5508650552161671028' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/5508650552161671028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/5508650552161671028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/02/e-falar-no-seu-ouvido-qualquer-coisa.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-4038044466234628420</id><published>2009-02-06T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T17:21:57.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Que bom</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;e você fosse como a lua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;que onde quer que esteja possa lhe enxergar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ou quem sabe fosse como o Sol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;que me aquece o peito onde quer que eu vá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Teu beijo poderia ser o infinito e ainda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;mais bonito nunca se acabar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A tua beleza como das estrelas só que permanece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;quando a noite vai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Deixa a mesma tristeza em saber que não és meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;que não te posso alcançar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;NEGO JOE, um ser só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-4038044466234628420?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/4038044466234628420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=4038044466234628420' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/4038044466234628420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/4038044466234628420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/02/que-bom.html' title='Que bom'/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-8154041232160878570</id><published>2009-01-28T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T07:04:34.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Atenção estou de blog novo!&lt;br /&gt;só que agora é &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;SÓ&lt;/span&gt; para meninas :D&lt;br /&gt;confere aí&lt;br /&gt;http://www.coisasparamenina.blogspot.com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-8154041232160878570?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/8154041232160878570/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=8154041232160878570' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/8154041232160878570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/8154041232160878570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2009/01/atencao-estou-de-blog-novo-so-que-agora.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-3659796662711634518</id><published>2008-12-25T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T20:21:51.970-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='e o que voce fez? um ano termina e renasce outra vez =D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ENTÃO É NATAL'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;na verdade, queria postar algo sobre o natal mass... minha criatividade nao anda aquelas coisas, por isso vou botar aqui meus votos de felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="smller"&gt;Merry Christimas&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;" class="para"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que o homem do saco&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; vermelho&lt;/span&gt; possa penetrar profundamente no buraco da sua chaminé trazendo um peru bem grande e bastante prazer e que a pomba branca da paz penetre no seu interior e te rasgue de &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;alegria e felicidade, são os votos sinceros! Feliz Natal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bjs.&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/6816165245243544179-3659796662711634518?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/3659796662711634518/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=3659796662711634518' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/3659796662711634518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/3659796662711634518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2008/12/na-verdade-queria-postar-algo-sobre-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-8395107791084756232</id><published>2008-12-15T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T05:10:42.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOM DIA, DIA!</title><content type='html'>é, por enquanto ta tudo mt bem, tudo muito bom..&lt;br /&gt;quero ver dps do resultado final :(&lt;br /&gt;bjs me liga&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-8395107791084756232?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/8395107791084756232/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=8395107791084756232' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/8395107791084756232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/8395107791084756232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2008/12/bom-dia-dia.html' title='BOM DIA, DIA!'/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-2577724879827758044</id><published>2008-12-12T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:30:16.386-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MADAGASCAR'/><title type='text'>''sobre o rio beirute, ou madagascar..''</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;NOOOOOSSA, que filme fofo mel dels *-*&lt;br /&gt;côsa mais lindiiinha, qm já viu o primeiro vai amar o segundo Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;é mt divertido, ensina o valor de uma amizade, e amor de pai e mae, e bem engraçado :D&lt;br /&gt;e final ainda saí com a musica tema do filme na cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. eu me remexo muito, eu me remexo MUITO!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-2577724879827758044?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/2577724879827758044/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=2577724879827758044' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/2577724879827758044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/2577724879827758044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2008/12/sobre-o-rio-beirute-ou-madagascar.html' title='&apos;&apos;sobre o rio beirute, ou madagascar..&apos;&apos;'/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-2854330654978888084</id><published>2008-12-09T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:48:01.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pra ser sincero..</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu era tão feliz&lt;br /&gt;E não sabia, amor&lt;br /&gt;Fiz tudo o que eu quis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Confesso a minha dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E era tão real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Que eu só fazia fantasia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E não fazia mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E agora é tanto amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Me abrace como foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te adoro e você vem comigo&lt;br /&gt;Aonde quer que eu voe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E o que passou, calou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E o que virá, dirá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E só ao seu lado, seu telhado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Me faz feliz de novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O tempo vai passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E tudo vai entrar no jeito certo de nós dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As coisas são assim&lt;br /&gt;E se será, será&lt;br /&gt;Pra ser sincero, meu remédio é te amar, te amar&lt;br /&gt;Não pense, por favor&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não sei dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;é amor tudo o que eu sinto longe de você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Marisa Monte ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-2854330654978888084?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/2854330654978888084/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=2854330654978888084' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/2854330654978888084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/2854330654978888084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2008/12/pra-ser-sincero.html' title='pra ser sincero..'/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-243438502180876126</id><published>2008-12-08T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T07:43:39.367-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu ACREDITO.'/><title type='text'>e a força que ela tem ninguém explica ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/ST0_nJbArhI/AAAAAAAAASY/byB0c2Bt2Ps/s1600-h/figueiraaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/ST0_nJbArhI/AAAAAAAAASY/byB0c2Bt2Ps/s320/figueiraaaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277444280124747282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tens a torcida mais fiél do nosso estado, gaviões, FIGUEIRA EU TE AMO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;vaaalheu figueira, parabéns pelo teu jogo pela tua torcida, mais nao foi desssa vez, não caiu a ficha dos teus fieis torcedores :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAIS NINGUÉM NUNCA CALA ESSE NOSSO AMOR&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-243438502180876126?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/243438502180876126/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=243438502180876126' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/243438502180876126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/243438502180876126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2008/12/e-fora-que-ela-tem-ningum-explica.html' title='e a força que ela tem ninguém explica ♥'/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/ST0_nJbArhI/AAAAAAAAASY/byB0c2Bt2Ps/s72-c/figueiraaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-1656813353823520367</id><published>2008-12-04T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T16:26:17.723-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dia cú'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="font-family: verdana;" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(22:16)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(89, 216, 13);"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Gabi &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;acho q vou posta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(22:16)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(89, 216, 13);"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Gabi &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(22:16)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(89, 216, 13);"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Gabi &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me ajuda aí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(22:16)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(89, 216, 13);"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Gabi &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fala um tema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(22:17)&lt;/span&gt; mah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;manoela, uma menina muito  linda que ama a gabs demaizão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(22:17)&lt;/span&gt; mah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;que tal? &lt;img alt=":D" src="./Images/MsgPlus_Img0640.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(22:17)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(89, 216, 13);"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Gabi &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pode ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(22:18)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(89, 216, 13);"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Gabi &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;IUHAUHEOIUHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(22:19)&lt;/span&gt; mah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;IUAHIUAHAUIHAI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta, gostei da ideia po. UHAIUOEHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais enfim..&lt;br /&gt;sabe aqueles dias que a gente acorda SUPER animada pra comprar roupas? então saí um meu papis e comprei DUAS mt lindas, de quebra um suspensório tb.&lt;br /&gt;mais aí a gente compra, vai pra casa e fica no tédio.&lt;br /&gt;é bem esse o meu dia o/&lt;br /&gt;acho que o que salvou foi ter ido &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;conversar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, estudar na casa do Charles *-*&lt;br /&gt;vou ficar por aqui, ouvindo meu vanerão. lá pela madruga eu posto denovo.&lt;br /&gt;beijomeliga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-1656813353823520367?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/1656813353823520367/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=1656813353823520367' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/1656813353823520367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/1656813353823520367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2008/12/2216-gabi-acho-q-vou-posta-2216-gabi-r.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-8278565506813605124</id><published>2008-12-03T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T18:36:15.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nunca deixe o certo, pelo duvidoso.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;eis a questão, minha amiga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; namora o menino &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, mais o menino &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, por que ela já foi loucamente apaixonada está dando em cima dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e agora? o que fazer? :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;bem nessas horas eu comeria chocolate e tomaria sorvete (hummmmmmm) ok, enfim..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;será que é certo ela trocar o namorado dela pelo carinha por quem ela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;JÁ FOI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; apaixonada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ou será que realmente está com namorado porque gosta ou por comodismo, ou só estão juntos porque ELE que ama ela? ;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;assunto complicado esse né?! eu mesma já passei por uma situação assim, o fato era que nao era meu namorado e nunca foi mais.. nao deixa de ser parecido né? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;na verdade só queria mesmo falar sobre o certo e o ''duvidoso'', e citei a situação acima como exemplo (sim minha amiga sabe que eu ia escrever dela no blog). hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;então.. tipo eu sabe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;vou pra hidro, mais fico com peso na consiencia 'puts deveria ter ficado em casa estudando fsc, caralho nao vou passar.. porra que exercício é esse professor'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;não vou na hidro e penso 'merda, vou engordar, vou engordar preciso ir pra hidro'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tenho dinheiro, pensamento 'compro lanche, ou economizo pro shopping? :D' daí chega o fim de semana e nao vou no shopping, daí eu penso legal passei fome e nem saí (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HAUIHEOIUHAE, exmplos toscos eu sei, mais sou assim fazer o que :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;então nessas horas eu penso quero comer chocolate *-* ;~ e sorvete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tipo, hoje morrendo de vontade, tédio total.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mais as vezes é mt legal trocar o certo pelo duvidoso ta? (6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;p.s: amo sorvete com chocolate ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;p.s.II: mais estou doente, entao SEM SORTE, sem sorvete!&lt;br /&gt;p.s.II: a hora mais legal do meu dia é a hidro, piscina tudebom *-*, vou postar outra hora essa minha impulsividade por piscina, chocolate, sorvetes e afins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-8278565506813605124?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/8278565506813605124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=8278565506813605124' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/8278565506813605124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/8278565506813605124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2008/12/nunca-deixe-o-certo-pelo-duvidoso.html' title='Nunca deixe o certo, pelo duvidoso.'/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-7542378432136637599</id><published>2008-12-03T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T08:27:43.616-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pro dia nascer feliz'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/STayirKLigI/AAAAAAAAARQ/NGeGOwrZRM4/s1600-h/DSC05392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/STayirKLigI/AAAAAAAAARQ/NGeGOwrZRM4/s200/DSC05392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275600322281835010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;''Estamos, meu bem, por um triz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pro dia nascer feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pro dia nascer feliz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo acordar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;E a gente dormir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pro dia nascer feliz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa é a vida que eu quis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo inteiro acordar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a gente dormir''&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Barão Vermelho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é, hoje tá um dia mt bom, com um solzinho encantador e ventor de assoviar.&lt;br /&gt;tão bom ficar aqui, no meu quarto no quentinho, outrora na cozinha, sala,&lt;br /&gt;deitada no sofá, a pensar,entender, e observar, as ávores do quintal bailando&lt;br /&gt;com grande delicadeza e majestade a melodia do Sr. vento.&lt;br /&gt;Pudera eu ser como as árvores, bailar na tua compania,&lt;br /&gt;ao belo ruído da tua voz..&lt;br /&gt;ah, voz encatadora que se me falasse aos pés do ouvido,&lt;br /&gt;tremeria de tanto prazer, mais essa solidão que me amargura&lt;br /&gt;tão pura, vivendo a sonhar. somente, só.&lt;br /&gt;                           - Gabriela Rosa. ahaam, eu mesma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.: talvez eu escrevo denovo aqui um pouco mais tarde!&lt;br /&gt;quando a criatividade voltar quem sabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-7542378432136637599?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/7542378432136637599/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=7542378432136637599' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/7542378432136637599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/7542378432136637599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2008/12/estamos-meu-bem-por-um-triz-pro-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/STayirKLigI/AAAAAAAAARQ/NGeGOwrZRM4/s72-c/DSC05392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-8831091225873055054</id><published>2008-12-03T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T12:25:28.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/STauviBcp6I/AAAAAAAAARE/4lMdVems8rI/s1600-h/churras+do+grupo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/STauviBcp6I/AAAAAAAAARE/4lMdVems8rI/s320/churras+do+grupo4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275596145121077154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &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;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Que só eu que podia,&lt;br /&gt;dentro da tua orelha fria,&lt;br /&gt;dizer segredos de liquidificador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                  &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;             &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Cazuza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é que eu tava aqui pensando em tudo o que aconteceu, e novamente me peguei sonhando acordada, porém não mais coisinhas fofolindas, ví como se fosse um muro, alto e grande desmorando na minha frente, e eu alí, vendo de camarote sem poder fazer nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-8831091225873055054?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/8831091225873055054/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=8831091225873055054' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/8831091225873055054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/8831091225873055054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2008/12/que-s-que-podia-dentro-da-tua-orelha.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/STauviBcp6I/AAAAAAAAARE/4lMdVems8rI/s72-c/churras+do+grupo4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-4329231115301247901</id><published>2008-12-02T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T17:40:33.201-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opa'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Opa voltei, vou usar esse também,&lt;br /&gt;mais fiz um novo achando que esse nao desse mais de usar :x&lt;br /&gt;IUAHEIUHAEIOUHAEOIUHAE&lt;br /&gt;mais entao é isso, novo blog:&lt;br /&gt;http://pequenoinfinitoparticular.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijomeliga ;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-4329231115301247901?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/4329231115301247901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=4329231115301247901' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/4329231115301247901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/4329231115301247901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2008/12/opa-voltei-vou-usar-esse-tambm-mais-fiz.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-3143769680241353540</id><published>2008-09-22T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T10:16:35.295-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oi PRIMAVERA'/><title type='text'>primavera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SNfR2FnALlI/AAAAAAAAANY/U7EZnnzhjPQ/s1600-h/0+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SNfR2FnALlI/AAAAAAAAANY/U7EZnnzhjPQ/s320/0+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248894617872510546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhul, primavera, tempo que de dia é MUITO CALOR, e a noite MUITO FRIO. pra que melhor?&lt;br /&gt;ah, sim... não tive aula de química, mais em &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;compensação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  a aula de história tava um cú, que por sinal tirei 6 na prova ¬¬&lt;br /&gt;passei a manhã toda espirrando e com dor na bexiga :D&lt;br /&gt;AH, falando nisso, rí muuuuito hoje com os meus amigos IUAHIOEHEA, ficamos a aula toda brincando de mentira/troca. HAHAHHAA. (vide foto ao lado, legenda: 'amo muito ♥') e de fato amo mesmo, animam todas as minhas manhãs e aturam com muita paciência minha tpm *-*&lt;br /&gt;oh god, que vida.&lt;br /&gt;vou descansar e ler um pouquinho.&lt;br /&gt;ah sim, to lendo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tamanho 48 não é gorda, MUITO bom&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;hm.. fui :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... E sempre pareceu que você tinha alguém além de mim nos seus pensamentos, garota, você tem que mudar esse jeito louco, me escute.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy - Aerosmith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;foto da flor da minha festa em homenagem a primavera que começou hoje, 12:55h pm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-3143769680241353540?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/3143769680241353540/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=3143769680241353540' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/3143769680241353540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/3143769680241353540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2008/09/primavera.html' title='primavera'/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SNfR2FnALlI/AAAAAAAAANY/U7EZnnzhjPQ/s72-c/0+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-2623688920501401619</id><published>2008-09-21T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T16:48:31.257-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tchau inverno'/><title type='text'>Oê</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SNbb2fj-_CI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/91Wu1WeKog8/s1600-h/DSC04957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SNbb2fj-_CI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/91Wu1WeKog8/s320/DSC04957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248624144978738210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;OPA, voltei :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;bom, para começar, nao me importo se alguém ta lendo :x&lt;br /&gt;até pq quando era modinha, eu tinha mais nao postava - mt esperta.&lt;br /&gt;mais então, hoje teve jogo do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIGUEIRA&lt;/span&gt;, e eu fui com a minha melhor amiga Laura, e o pai dela :)&lt;br /&gt;tá, o figueira perdeu :( mais jogou bem até.&lt;br /&gt;e sei lá to de saco cheio de tudo, to gorda, to feia meu cabelo ta sujo, tenho medo de mim (Y)&lt;br /&gt;nao nao to revoltada, até pq &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meu dia foi mt bom&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;to num misto de alegria e aguniia.&lt;br /&gt;chega segunda, chega segunda &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, só pra constar, e como é de praxe vou deixar um pedaçinho da música que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eu tô ouvindo &lt;/span&gt;hihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Olha..Eu estou sofrendo tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deixa eu aqui chorando&lt;br /&gt;não vou atender ninguém..&lt;br /&gt;Olha...Eu quero ficar sozinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deixa eu no meu cantinho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que vai ficar tudo bem&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;*sim&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; é pagode&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; ricardinho &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; olha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deu,por hoje é só&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;beijo me liga&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-2623688920501401619?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/2623688920501401619/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=2623688920501401619' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/2623688920501401619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/2623688920501401619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2008/09/o.html' title='Oê'/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SNbb2fj-_CI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/91Wu1WeKog8/s72-c/DSC04957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-1774077051086582267</id><published>2008-06-16T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T17:18:30.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;na real, nao tenho que falar, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;to feli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt; e tals, mais por dentro to em crise..&lt;br /&gt;poxa eu tô bem e tals.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;mais por dentr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to entrando em "parafuso", porque meu Deus eu fiquei maal, e demorei pra ficar "bem", agora que ta tudo tranquilo &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; voltando tudo de novo&lt;/span&gt; ;~&lt;br /&gt;to confusa, to confusaaa&lt;br /&gt;aah, a festa do romulo tava o bixo! :)&lt;br /&gt;bom, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;vamo&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; ve&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; n&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; qu&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; d&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;á&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-1774077051086582267?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/1774077051086582267/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=1774077051086582267' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/1774077051086582267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/1774077051086582267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2008/06/na-real-nao-tenho-que-falar-to-feli-z-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-430364791442068059</id><published>2008-06-15T16:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T16:47:57.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ai meu deus, quanto tempo não venho aqui! :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;mais tudo bem, agora &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;venh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; tod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;, e vou fazer que nem dieta (&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;começ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; só na &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;segund&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;tcha&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-430364791442068059?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/430364791442068059/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=430364791442068059' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/430364791442068059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/430364791442068059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2008/06/ai-meu-deus-quanto-tempo-no-venho-aqui.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-4749294589004515758</id><published>2008-04-28T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T15:38:17.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.orkut.com/AlbumZoom.aspx?uid=4478237374071147783&amp;amp;pid=1207189809247&amp;amp;aid=1203671019"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.orkut.com/AlbumZoom.aspx?uid=4478237374071147783&amp;amp;pid=1207189809247&amp;amp;aid=1203671019" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A coisa mais injusta sobre a vida é a maneira como ela termina. Eu acho que o verdadeiro ciclo da vida está todo de trás pra frente. Nós deveríamos morrer primeiro, nos livrar logo disso.&lt;br /&gt;Daí viver num asilo, até ser chutado pra fora de lá por estar muito novo. Ganhar um relógio de ouro e ir trabalhar. Então você trabalha 40 anos até ficar novo o bastante pra poder aproveitar sua aposentadoria. Aí você curte tudo, bebe bastante álcool, faz festas e se prepara para a faculdade.&lt;br /&gt;Você vai para o colégio, tem vários namorados, vira criança, não tem nenhuma responsabilidade, se torna um bebezinho de colo, volta pro útero da mãe, passa seus últimos nove meses de vida flutuando. E termina tudo com um ótimo orgasmo! Não seria perfeito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Charles Chaplin &lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-4749294589004515758?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/4749294589004515758/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=4749294589004515758' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/4749294589004515758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/4749294589004515758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2008/04/coisa-mais-injusta-sobre-vida-maneira.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-6668367957437866410</id><published>2008-04-21T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T16:56:44.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;é, dia lesgals até, fui no cinema ví 'imagens do além' -grandes merda ¬¬' é IGUAL o 'espiritos' mãs, como gostei do 'espiritos'.. :) hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;é.. minha vida anda tão corrida e eu nao faço nada no máximo fico aqui nerdiando, acho que tá na hora de eu começar a sair, sei lá ;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;acontece que me decepcionei muito essa semana, meu Deus ;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;as pessoas fura-olho sao foda né cara, a inveja é uma merda &amp;amp; blá blá blá :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ai ai, que fóda nao sei mais o que fazer, alias até sei mais bem dificil né? :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;daí eu me pergunto 'porra alguem lê essa merda? alguem sabe o que que eu to falando e querendo falar?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;mais belesma ;) vou escrever, ele nao sabe o meu blog mesmo MUAMUAMUAMUA (risadinha maléfica) :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;aaai bixô vou chorar tchau! ;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;FAAAAAALOST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;p.s: teus sinais, me confundem da cabeça aos pés.. ;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-6668367957437866410?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/6668367957437866410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=6668367957437866410' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/6668367957437866410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/6668367957437866410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2008/04/dia-lesgals-at-fui-no-cinema-v-imagens.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-8693163189165801387</id><published>2008-04-20T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T19:24:04.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Odeio o modo como fala comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E como responde ao que eu falo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Odeio o modo como você anda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Odeio suas roupas largas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E como consegue ler Minha mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Eu odeio tanto isso em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Que ate me sinto doente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Eu odeio como esta sempre certo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E odeio quando você mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Eu odeio quando me faz rir muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mas quando me faz chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu odeio quando você não esta por perto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E o fato de não me ligar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas eu odeio principalmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não conseguir Te odiar nem um pouco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nem mesmo por um segundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nem mesmo só por odiar&lt;/span&gt;..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;[ 10 coisas que eu odeio em você - filme ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-8693163189165801387?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/8693163189165801387/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=8693163189165801387' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/8693163189165801387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/8693163189165801387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2008/04/odeio-o-modo-como-fala-comigo-e-como.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-8729482608931141190</id><published>2008-04-12T15:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T15:51:42.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mãe tu és;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SAE8lYQhvJI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8WlyuMVwtj0/s1600-h/0+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SAE8lYQhvJI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8WlyuMVwtj0/s320/0+084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188494858572119186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a conselheira dos meus passos, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a mais dígna mulher dos meus abraços, a dona do mais puro beijo meu.&lt;/span&gt; Mãe, tu és o meu prazer na vida ou morte, pois me ensinaste a ter um braço forte e a construir a imagem do meu eu. Mãe tu tens em tuas mãos toda virtude, pois entregaste a tua juventude pelo prazer de ter nome de mãe. E eu, usei todas as palavras que disponho mas na maior frase que a ti componho, existe algo ainda por dizer... Mãe, tu és para a poesia uma meta, a musa inspiradora de um poeta que descobriu a fonte do amor. Mãe, em ti eu vejo tudo que há em mim, por isso eu te digo que és enfim a imagem mais perfeita do que sou! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-8729482608931141190?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/8729482608931141190/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=8729482608931141190' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/8729482608931141190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/8729482608931141190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2008/04/me-tu-s.html' title='mãe tu és;'/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SAE8lYQhvJI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8WlyuMVwtj0/s72-c/0+084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-3259650298612579243</id><published>2008-04-11T18:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T18:13:36.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>um céu sem estrelas;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SAAMng9402I/AAAAAAAAAGs/i32sA2csT6k/s1600-h/0+171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SAAMng9402I/AAAAAAAAAGs/i32sA2csT6k/s320/0+171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188160643734754146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;uma praia sem mar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amor sem carinho, romance sem par,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carnaval sem festa, um jardim sem flor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;é assim que eu me sinto longe do seu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- pra quem sacou o que eu quis dizer.. :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-3259650298612579243?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/3259650298612579243/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=3259650298612579243' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/3259650298612579243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/3259650298612579243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2008/04/um-cu-sem-estrelas.html' title='um céu sem estrelas;'/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/SAAMng9402I/AAAAAAAAAGs/i32sA2csT6k/s72-c/0+171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-8564988953978842073</id><published>2008-04-10T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T14:32:47.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;a gente briga, não consegue mais se entender&lt;br /&gt;tu parte a  mais de mil dizendo que vai me esqueçer&lt;br /&gt;a noite chega, a lua trás lembranças de você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saudade é tanta, diz então porque não vem me ver&lt;br /&gt;se tu soubesse que eu durmo pensando em te ter&lt;br /&gt;se tu soubesse faço tudo pra não te perder&lt;br /&gt;e no meu quarto as fotos que eu guardo de você...&lt;br /&gt;vontade de bater na tua porta e te dizer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;você me faz feliz demais, o tempo pareçe parar quando a gente ta junto&lt;br /&gt;viver sem ti, não quero mais.&lt;br /&gt;um dia vai entender que você pra mim é tudo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-8564988953978842073?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/8564988953978842073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=8564988953978842073' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/8564988953978842073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/8564988953978842073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2008/04/gente-briga-no-consegue-mais-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-7382330621001532370</id><published>2008-04-02T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T16:52:05.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ainda sinto teu perfume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pura essência da paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;és razão do meu ciúme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a saudade me invade&lt;br /&gt;aumentando a solidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-7382330621001532370?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/7382330621001532370/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=7382330621001532370' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/7382330621001532370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/7382330621001532370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2008/04/ainda-sinto-teu-perfume-pura-essncia-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-8605735297958226519</id><published>2008-03-25T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T14:59:22.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>que legal, acho que essa história de se apaixonar, amores e etc.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;definitidamente, não é pra mim &lt;/span&gt;(Y) "parece que vai ser sempre assim, nada dá certo pra mim", e de boa.. nao sei nem mais em quem confiar ta ligado.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;muito foda isso&lt;/span&gt;, tu ter "amigas" do teu lado e nao saber se são &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALMENTE&lt;/span&gt; amigas né, pq é casa pizada, patada e afins que nao &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;acaba &lt;/span&gt;mais, ta certo que nao sou a pessoa certa pra falar em "nao seja grosseiro", mais po, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;posso ser grossa, babaca, inbecil &lt;/span&gt;e tals mais &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FALSA&lt;/span&gt; [?!] nao sou nao :s&lt;br /&gt;e tipo, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amizade é uma coisa muito séria pra mim&lt;/span&gt;, é como religiao, ou tu é ou não é, 8 ou 80 :)&lt;br /&gt;mais sexta tem festenhaa e eu quero me divertir, relaxar e ser feliz :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-8605735297958226519?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/8605735297958226519/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=8605735297958226519' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/8605735297958226519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/8605735297958226519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2008/03/que-legal-acho-que-essa-histria-de-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-1878499356934984910</id><published>2008-03-21T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T15:34:59.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no dia em que eu morer,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/R-Q4AUBP2aI/AAAAAAAAAGE/BLJmjw--Sd4/s1600-h/DSC01674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/R-Q4AUBP2aI/AAAAAAAAAGE/BLJmjw--Sd4/s320/DSC01674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180327049408010658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;você vai perceber a falta que eu lhe faço, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;por quantas horas eu passei tentando fazer você feliz, por quantas vezes que eu nem pensei sobre mim, só sobre você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. No dia em que eu morrer, a chuva irá juntar os rasgos, mas nem na chuva irá lavar o que tem por dentro à esquerda de você, as lembranças e as memórias que eu deixei. Na outra mão eu vou olhá-lo para que guie suas etapas em suas orações conjuntivas que você vai me pedir pra voltar e fazer você sorrir até você recordar. No dia aonde em que eu morrer, a chuva irá juntar os rasgos mas nem a chuva irá lavar o que tem dentro à esquerda de você, as lembranças e as memórias que eu deixei. Só não esqueça disso, que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;eu o amei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-1878499356934984910?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/1878499356934984910/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=1878499356934984910' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/1878499356934984910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/1878499356934984910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-dia-em-que-eu-morer.html' title='no dia em que eu morer,'/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/R-Q4AUBP2aI/AAAAAAAAAGE/BLJmjw--Sd4/s72-c/DSC01674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-489188983846678339</id><published>2008-03-19T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T17:07:39.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaiak - aventura - 25ml</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/R-Gp8UBP2ZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/f4IjnhijA8o/s1600-h/1205968820_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/R-Gp8UBP2ZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/f4IjnhijA8o/s320/1205968820_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179607900083968402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;"procuro uma coisa que não tem nome. Já a encontrei nas águas de algumas corredeiras, nas encostas de certas montanha, nas nuvens de alguns ares. Só não encontrei seu nome. Voltarei à água, ao ar, à terra, voltarei até descobrir."&lt;br /&gt;- mãe to indo na laura tá?&lt;br /&gt;- tá.&lt;br /&gt;(falando com a laura)&lt;br /&gt;- laura vamos no centro? *-*&lt;br /&gt;AUIHOUEIHOUIHEOIUHE&lt;br /&gt;e fomos muuuito bom hoje hein (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amei, quero denovo (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-489188983846678339?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/489188983846678339/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=489188983846678339' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/489188983846678339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/489188983846678339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2008/03/kaiak-aventura-25ml.html' title='Kaiak - aventura - 25ml'/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/R-Gp8UBP2ZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/f4IjnhijA8o/s72-c/1205968820_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-319604479632796511</id><published>2008-03-18T19:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T19:59:51.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/R-CBdYidAjI/AAAAAAAAAF0/i254nY1XhYI/s1600-h/P3140031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/R-CBdYidAjI/AAAAAAAAAF0/i254nY1XhYI/s320/P3140031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179281913279218226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;"&gt;sou fofa e nao sei o que postar! :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;"&gt;p.s.: quinta, 15 anos meus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-319604479632796511?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/319604479632796511/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=319604479632796511' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/319604479632796511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/319604479632796511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2008/03/sou-fofa-e-nao-sei-o-que-postar-p.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/R-CBdYidAjI/AAAAAAAAAF0/i254nY1XhYI/s72-c/P3140031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-513596457003065209</id><published>2008-03-16T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T17:27:26.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/R9265YidAiI/AAAAAAAAAFs/QRBQhZyFgnQ/s1600-h/P3110535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/R9265YidAiI/AAAAAAAAAFs/QRBQhZyFgnQ/s320/P3110535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178500641548206626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O garoto é quente,&lt;br /&gt;a cerveja é gelada..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;viva o choque térmico!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHOIEUHIEAHIEA&lt;br /&gt;rí pra caralho com o Ander hoje o/&lt;br /&gt;mais to levando a vida ;~&lt;br /&gt;tô até melhor! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-513596457003065209?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/513596457003065209/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=513596457003065209' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/513596457003065209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/513596457003065209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-garoto-quente-cerveja-gelada.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/R9265YidAiI/AAAAAAAAAFs/QRBQhZyFgnQ/s72-c/P3110535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816165245243544179.post-4989538087937980381</id><published>2008-03-14T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T15:15:03.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;entao gente, perdi TODAS as fotos do meu pc ;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ficarem um bom tempinho sem postareee :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;mais é isso..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;to adorando o mundo :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;mais as vezes do nada fico mal sabe? ;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;fico dividida um uma amizade (eu x amigo) e (eu x amiga) pq essa amiga gosta desse amigo.. e tem ciume de me ver com ele, e tem outra amiga que dia que a gente abraçado parecem dois namorados.. mais na real esse é o nosso jeito de demonstrar carinho né... ;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;bom é isso, e ah me fudi nas provas ;D aueoiuehoiaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;daqui a poco posto denovo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;beijos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;p.s.: se alguem tiver foto minha me manda..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;p.s.II: me ajuudem? opinião serve!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816165245243544179-4989538087937980381?l=sweethoneeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/feeds/4989538087937980381/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816165245243544179&amp;postID=4989538087937980381' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/4989538087937980381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816165245243544179/posts/default/4989538087937980381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneeey.blogspot.com/2008/03/hmm.html' title='hmm'/><author><name>Gabi Rosa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-nOw3D-2Lg/TIwEFWZyXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zqbgxs-KsGs/S220/DSC06568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
