<?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-7258653469761265624</id><updated>2012-03-03T09:46:50.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimentos</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-8212469266504640674</id><published>2012-03-03T09:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-03T09:46:50.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ys8wvhDRwgQ/T1JY26zPVMI/AAAAAAAAAM4/9snRiBrGuV8/s1600/%253B%253B%253B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" width="197" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ys8wvhDRwgQ/T1JY26zPVMI/AAAAAAAAAM4/9snRiBrGuV8/s320/%253B%253B%253B.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não perca a rebeldia para expressar meus pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;Que eu tenha sensibilidade para ir além dos contratempos.&lt;br /&gt;Que eu tenha maturidade para lidar com os sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-8212469266504640674?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8212469266504640674/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2012/03/que-eu-nao-perca-rebeldia-para.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/8212469266504640674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/8212469266504640674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2012/03/que-eu-nao-perca-rebeldia-para.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ys8wvhDRwgQ/T1JY26zPVMI/AAAAAAAAAM4/9snRiBrGuV8/s72-c/%253B%253B%253B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-2609101637022126828</id><published>2012-03-03T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-03T09:45:41.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a26IDPzwyt4/T1JYiRhGueI/AAAAAAAAAMs/QOabb0hLtFU/s1600/%253B%253B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="201" width="251" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a26IDPzwyt4/T1JYiRhGueI/AAAAAAAAAMs/QOabb0hLtFU/s320/%253B%253B.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo começar a dar errado e você achar que mais nada vai dar certo. Quando o mundo te virar as costas, e você se encontrar sozinha na multidão. Não desanime! Quando tudo o que você acredita se tornar ilusão. E todos em que você confiava te trair. Continue a acreditar! Quando a rotina te cansar e o comodismo bater à sua porta. Quando tentarem te convencer de que nada vai melhorar. Busque o melhor! E provem que estão errados. Quando te disserem que o amor não é suficiente, que ter fé não basta, que sonhos não te levam a lugar nenhum, ou ainda que algo é impossível. Ame, creia, sonhe e mostre que nada é impossível pra quem acredita. Às vezes a vida pões provas em nosso caminho. Mas não se abale. Siga em frente! E deixe acontecer... Dias de sol virão depois de toda a tempestade. Deixe falarem, pensarem e tentarem. O que os outros fazem não importa! O importante mesmo, é no que você acredita! ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-2609101637022126828?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2609101637022126828/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2012/03/quando-tudo-comecar-dar-errado-e-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/2609101637022126828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/2609101637022126828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2012/03/quando-tudo-comecar-dar-errado-e-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a26IDPzwyt4/T1JYiRhGueI/AAAAAAAAAMs/QOabb0hLtFU/s72-c/%253B%253B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-7684153388241821330</id><published>2012-03-03T09:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-03T09:41:18.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yGYLmk-GSe0/T1JXXdOEh3I/AAAAAAAAAMg/9FMdxfq6Enw/s1600/%253B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yGYLmk-GSe0/T1JXXdOEh3I/AAAAAAAAAMg/9FMdxfq6Enw/s320/%253B.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Um amigo não racha apenas a gasolina: racha lembranças, crises de choro, experiências. Racha a culpa, racha segredos. Um amigo não empresta apenas a prancha. Empresta o verbo, empresta o ombro, empresta o tempo, empresta o calor e a jaqueta. Um amigo não recomenda apenas um disco. Recomenda cautela, recomenda um emprego, recomenda um país. Um amigo não dá carona apenas pra festa. Te leva pro mundo dele, e topa conhecer o teu. Um amigo não passa apenas cola. Passa contigo um aperto, passa junto o reveillon. Um amigo não caminha apenas no shopping. Anda em silêncio na dor, entra contigo em campo, sai do fracasso ao teu lado. Um amigo não segura a barra, apenas. Segura a mão, a ausência, segura uma confissão, segura o tranco, o palavrão, segura o elevador. Duas dúzias de amigos assim ninguém tem. Se tiver um, amém.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-7684153388241821330?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7684153388241821330/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2012/03/um-amigo-nao-racha-apenas-gasolina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/7684153388241821330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/7684153388241821330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2012/03/um-amigo-nao-racha-apenas-gasolina.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yGYLmk-GSe0/T1JXXdOEh3I/AAAAAAAAAMg/9FMdxfq6Enw/s72-c/%253B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-5862684547707048752</id><published>2012-03-03T09:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-03T09:38:59.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SQGj6isl0Dc/T1JXJmoGXgI/AAAAAAAAAMU/sfqdOw-1ZIg/s1600/se.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="183" width="276" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SQGj6isl0Dc/T1JXJmoGXgI/AAAAAAAAAMU/sfqdOw-1ZIg/s320/se.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez não tenhamos conseguido fazer o melhor, mas lutamos para que o melhor fosse feito. Não somos o que deveríamos ser, não somos o que iremos ser.. mas Graças a Deus, não somos o que éramos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-5862684547707048752?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5862684547707048752/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2012/03/talvez-nao-tenhamos-conseguido-fazer-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/5862684547707048752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/5862684547707048752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2012/03/talvez-nao-tenhamos-conseguido-fazer-o.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SQGj6isl0Dc/T1JXJmoGXgI/AAAAAAAAAMU/sfqdOw-1ZIg/s72-c/se.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-928704403810303931</id><published>2012-03-03T09:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-03T09:36:16.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FQYzQk9a9II/T1JWhekzSAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/wa1q3OI6gBA/s1600/%253B%2540%2540.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" width="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FQYzQk9a9II/T1JWhekzSAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/wa1q3OI6gBA/s320/%253B%2540%2540.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre vai ter alguém que não vai gostar do seu cabelo, do seu sorriso, do modo como fala, anda e até se expressa. Sempre vai ter alguém palpitando no teu namoro, nas tuas notas, nas tuas atitudes. Acredite, por incrível que pareça sempre vai ter alguém palpitando até teus sentimentos, teus momentos de estresse e até felicidade. Não se importe, não force sorrisos, finja simplesmente que é mais um nada... Afinal, quem é mesmo que vive tua vida e paga tuas contas!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-928704403810303931?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/928704403810303931/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2012/03/sempre-vai-ter-alguem-que-nao-vai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/928704403810303931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/928704403810303931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2012/03/sempre-vai-ter-alguem-que-nao-vai.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FQYzQk9a9II/T1JWhekzSAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/wa1q3OI6gBA/s72-c/%253B%2540%2540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-7195949468595058667</id><published>2012-02-25T14:44:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-25T14:44:44.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CKFwTO73BBI/T0lkOSfiRHI/AAAAAAAAAL8/QwYvqLLryVM/s1600/n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CKFwTO73BBI/T0lkOSfiRHI/AAAAAAAAAL8/QwYvqLLryVM/s320/n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Com o tempo a gente aprende que ATENÇÃO, CARINHO e BLUSH tem que ser na medida certa. Se não, a gente acaba de PALHAÇA...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-7195949468595058667?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7195949468595058667/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2012/02/com-o-tempo-gente-aprende-que-atencao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/7195949468595058667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/7195949468595058667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2012/02/com-o-tempo-gente-aprende-que-atencao.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CKFwTO73BBI/T0lkOSfiRHI/AAAAAAAAAL8/QwYvqLLryVM/s72-c/n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-3287029879337372789</id><published>2012-02-24T14:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-24T14:58:48.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jEjpmwy38yw/T0gWBWSSdZI/AAAAAAAAALw/nKc9KeAt7hk/s1600/89.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" width="295" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jEjpmwy38yw/T0gWBWSSdZI/AAAAAAAAALw/nKc9KeAt7hk/s320/89.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passei a ocupar meu dias pensando sobre o que, afinal, é isso que todo mundo enche a boca para chamar de amor, como se fosse algo simplificado: defina em meia dúzia de frases, é fácil, querida. É fácil? Pois a querida não entende como uma palavrinha simples formada por apenas duas vogais e duas consoantes pode absorver um universo de sensações contraditórias, diabólicas, insensatas, incandescentes e intraduzíveis. O que é amor? Já tentei explicar a mim mesma e, por mais que tente, jamais conseguirei atingir a essência dessa anarquia que dispensa palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Martha Medeiros&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-3287029879337372789?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3287029879337372789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2012/02/passei-ocupar-meu-dias-pensando-sobre-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/3287029879337372789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/3287029879337372789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2012/02/passei-ocupar-meu-dias-pensando-sobre-o.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jEjpmwy38yw/T0gWBWSSdZI/AAAAAAAAALw/nKc9KeAt7hk/s72-c/89.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-8684575420212415909</id><published>2012-02-24T14:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-24T14:51:46.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h58QSDh4T6w/T0gT77_q5dI/AAAAAAAAALk/rWJCZpZaN4w/s1600/ae.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h58QSDh4T6w/T0gT77_q5dI/AAAAAAAAALk/rWJCZpZaN4w/s320/ae.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         -    Um monte de MICKEY lindo por ai e você esperando o PATETA te ligar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-8684575420212415909?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8684575420212415909/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2012/02/um-monte-de-mickey-lindo-por-ai-e-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/8684575420212415909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/8684575420212415909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2012/02/um-monte-de-mickey-lindo-por-ai-e-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h58QSDh4T6w/T0gT77_q5dI/AAAAAAAAALk/rWJCZpZaN4w/s72-c/ae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-1485305868743742456</id><published>2012-02-24T14:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-24T14:47:55.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lO9JrG9Vm8I/T0gTkXnj9YI/AAAAAAAAALY/rgFR8EWGDDs/s1600/432135_365435116813985_285300204827477_1223901_291791661_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lO9JrG9Vm8I/T0gTkXnj9YI/AAAAAAAAALY/rgFR8EWGDDs/s320/432135_365435116813985_285300204827477_1223901_291791661_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi a selecionar meus diamantes. &lt;br /&gt;Pedaços de vidro já não me enganam mais. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tati Bernardi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-1485305868743742456?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1485305868743742456/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2012/02/aprendi-selecionar-meus-diamantes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/1485305868743742456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/1485305868743742456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2012/02/aprendi-selecionar-meus-diamantes.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lO9JrG9Vm8I/T0gTkXnj9YI/AAAAAAAAALY/rgFR8EWGDDs/s72-c/432135_365435116813985_285300204827477_1223901_291791661_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-3377498625630923191</id><published>2012-02-04T06:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T06:18:25.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pCBANHthlIQ/Ty0-KT6Jn4I/AAAAAAAAALM/H602oeW99OQ/s1600/405583_349765385047625_285300204827477_1185783_1481933580_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pCBANHthlIQ/Ty0-KT6Jn4I/AAAAAAAAALM/H602oeW99OQ/s320/405583_349765385047625_285300204827477_1185783_1481933580_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor é bonito, sim. É aprendizado, é luta diária, é glória, é superação, é vontade, é cumplicidade, intimidade, amizade. E acima de tudo o amor precisa ser paciente. Muito paciente. Tem que entender que tudo tem sua hora. Que às vezes a distância dói, machuca e lateja. Amar de longe não é fácil. É complicado não acordar com aquele cheiro, aquele calor do corpo, aquele abraço. É doloroso não ter aquela voz no ouvido, aquele colo, aquela risada boa e boba. Pode ser logo ali, naquela cidade que fica a quarenta e cinco minutos de avião. Pode ser lá longe, em outro país. Pode ser em outro estado. Pode ser do outro lado do oceano. Não importa: a saudade arde. Mas serve para nos mostrar como o outro é importante. Serve para mostrar como pequenas coisas fazem falta. A saudade faz a gente prestar mais atenção no outro. E, principalmente, a saudade mostra o que é de verdade. Porque só os amores guerreiros sobrevivem ao tempo e à distância.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-3377498625630923191?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3377498625630923191/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2012/02/o-amor-e-bonito-sim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/3377498625630923191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/3377498625630923191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2012/02/o-amor-e-bonito-sim.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pCBANHthlIQ/Ty0-KT6Jn4I/AAAAAAAAALM/H602oeW99OQ/s72-c/405583_349765385047625_285300204827477_1185783_1481933580_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-4774018637180648519</id><published>2012-02-04T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T05:53:00.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCUWkRXmE2g/Ty04NlFFmeI/AAAAAAAAALA/LNyPbB1tRvc/s1600/426129_342095829145956_206762359345971_1191058_639387293_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCUWkRXmE2g/Ty04NlFFmeI/AAAAAAAAALA/LNyPbB1tRvc/s320/426129_342095829145956_206762359345971_1191058_639387293_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes me lembro dele. Sem rancor, sem saudade, sem tristeza. &lt;br /&gt;Sem nenhum sentimento especial a não ser a certeza de que, afinal, o tempo passou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-4774018637180648519?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4774018637180648519/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2012/02/as-vezes-me-lembro-dele.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/4774018637180648519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/4774018637180648519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2012/02/as-vezes-me-lembro-dele.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCUWkRXmE2g/Ty04NlFFmeI/AAAAAAAAALA/LNyPbB1tRvc/s72-c/426129_342095829145956_206762359345971_1191058_639387293_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-5557109404265902659</id><published>2012-02-04T05:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T05:43:19.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-42mjupyMcX4/TyxTlfsVzuI/AAAAAAAAAKc/sSSTHMNuEzM/s1600/99.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-42mjupyMcX4/TyxTlfsVzuI/AAAAAAAAAKc/sSSTHMNuEzM/s320/99.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;Vergonhoso não é cair por falta de forças, e sim desistir por falta de vontade.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-1419772034699011182?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1419772034699011182/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2012/02/vergonhoso-nao-e-cair-por-falta-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/1419772034699011182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/1419772034699011182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2012/02/vergonhoso-nao-e-cair-por-falta-de.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-42mjupyMcX4/TyxTlfsVzuI/AAAAAAAAAKc/sSSTHMNuEzM/s72-c/99.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-5613735330660509325</id><published>2012-02-03T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T13:36:00.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DXXDrFEn9PI/TyxS3hX0nYI/AAAAAAAAAKE/S32YxQYEVaU/s1600/12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DXXDrFEn9PI/TyxS3hX0nYI/AAAAAAAAAKE/S32YxQYEVaU/s320/12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria que você pudesse fazer parte de todos os meus momentos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-1665724194706214764?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1665724194706214764/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2012/02/queria-que-voce-pudesse-fazer-parte-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/1665724194706214764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/1665724194706214764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2012/02/queria-que-voce-pudesse-fazer-parte-de.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DXXDrFEn9PI/TyxS3hX0nYI/AAAAAAAAAKE/S32YxQYEVaU/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-1172547577620378543</id><published>2012-02-03T13:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T13:27:06.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qFTmanxLhcY/TyxRFvwSYjI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/RV3OqZ1TmKM/s1600/as.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qFTmanxLhcY/TyxRFvwSYjI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/RV3OqZ1TmKM/s320/as.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; parte mais difícil é decidir se devemos parar ou insistir mais.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-1172547577620378543?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1172547577620378543/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2012/02/parte-mais-dificil-e-decidir-se-devemos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/1172547577620378543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/1172547577620378543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2012/02/parte-mais-dificil-e-decidir-se-devemos.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qFTmanxLhcY/TyxRFvwSYjI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/RV3OqZ1TmKM/s72-c/as.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-5231550175853417409</id><published>2012-02-02T07:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T07:51:52.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bClxm_TfP1s/TyqxDHY8i-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/0N53befC6vg/s1600/a4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bClxm_TfP1s/TyqxDHY8i-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/0N53befC6vg/s320/a4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vou mais insistir,em te querer . forçar uma paixão só faz sofrer . . não passou de engano!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-5231550175853417409?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5231550175853417409/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2012/02/nao-vou-mais-insistirem-te-querer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/5231550175853417409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/5231550175853417409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2012/02/nao-vou-mais-insistirem-te-querer.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bClxm_TfP1s/TyqxDHY8i-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/0N53befC6vg/s72-c/a4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-2129420454853105628</id><published>2012-02-02T07:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T07:49:51.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fnfn-ga5V50/Tyqwl9O5rlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/b7lYfRiCVIU/s1600/download%2B%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="194" width="259" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fnfn-ga5V50/Tyqwl9O5rlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/b7lYfRiCVIU/s320/download%2B%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;~       È facil ver no teu sorriso que já superou, tudo o que eu fiz não foi possível, nada adiantou, não foi amor correspondido e agora o que restou, foi a distância entre nós e essa maldita dor. Sei que meus pensamentos insistem em te perseguir, mais tô me acostumando aos poucos sem você aqui. Veja bem, mais que bobeira a minha pensar que um dia me amou igual, tudo bem, o tempo vai passando e vou me conformando que nada foi real . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-2129420454853105628?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2129420454853105628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2012/02/e-facil-ver-no-teu-sorriso-que-ja.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/2129420454853105628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/2129420454853105628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2012/02/e-facil-ver-no-teu-sorriso-que-ja.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fnfn-ga5V50/Tyqwl9O5rlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/b7lYfRiCVIU/s72-c/download%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-3228783069762384328</id><published>2012-02-01T12:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T12:32:16.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T-ahO0pndDo/TymhOokDLmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/h4i_fwuINU0/s1600/a3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T-ahO0pndDo/TymhOokDLmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/h4i_fwuINU0/s320/a3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que eu queira esconder;&lt;br /&gt;O que sinto aqui dentro de mim;&lt;br /&gt;Meus olhos não param de dizer;&lt;br /&gt;Que te amo tanto assim {♥}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-3228783069762384328?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3228783069762384328/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2012/02/mesmo-que-eu-queira-esconder-o-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/3228783069762384328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/3228783069762384328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2012/02/mesmo-que-eu-queira-esconder-o-que.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T-ahO0pndDo/TymhOokDLmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/h4i_fwuINU0/s72-c/a3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-2790973378343735181</id><published>2012-01-31T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T15:27:44.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z6XW_bO6q18/Tyh4XUfmqOI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ttKAhDCGCkc/s1600/a2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z6XW_bO6q18/Tyh4XUfmqOI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ttKAhDCGCkc/s320/a2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; Me conquistar é complicado,me amar é inevitável, me perder é um risco, me esquecer? &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;b&gt; -  &lt;/b&gt;                     Tenta que eu quero ver!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-2790973378343735181?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2790973378343735181/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/2790973378343735181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/2790973378343735181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z6XW_bO6q18/Tyh4XUfmqOI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ttKAhDCGCkc/s72-c/a2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-5310513493615351106</id><published>2012-01-31T15:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T15:23:37.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0fYIYOjbfEk/Tyh3s_x4ItI/AAAAAAAAAI8/qp93Sn6pteo/s1600/a1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0fYIYOjbfEk/Tyh3s_x4ItI/AAAAAAAAAI8/qp93Sn6pteo/s320/a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A amizade desenvolve a felicidade e reduz o sofrimento, duplicando a nossa alegria e dividindo a nossa dor ;8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-5310513493615351106?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5310513493615351106/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2012/01/amizade-desenvolve-felicidade-e-reduz-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/5310513493615351106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/5310513493615351106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2012/01/amizade-desenvolve-felicidade-e-reduz-o.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0fYIYOjbfEk/Tyh3s_x4ItI/AAAAAAAAAI8/qp93Sn6pteo/s72-c/a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-5526564273241742701</id><published>2011-12-27T07:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T07:39:22.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LUHYqjfe8J0/Tvnmm7_K3BI/AAAAAAAAAIw/J9nXHxaB-Kg/s1600/388790_198841323543485_132826570144961_405390_1749844319_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LUHYqjfe8J0/Tvnmm7_K3BI/AAAAAAAAAIw/J9nXHxaB-Kg/s320/388790_198841323543485_132826570144961_405390_1749844319_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Meninas são fadas e bruxas. Palhaço é um homem todo pintado de piadas, o céu é o telhado do mundo inteiro e sonho é uma coisa que mora dentro do meu travesseiro ;*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-5526564273241742701?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5526564273241742701/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/meninas-sao-fadas-e-bruxas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/5526564273241742701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/5526564273241742701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/meninas-sao-fadas-e-bruxas.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LUHYqjfe8J0/Tvnmm7_K3BI/AAAAAAAAAIw/J9nXHxaB-Kg/s72-c/388790_198841323543485_132826570144961_405390_1749844319_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-7250782972723786660</id><published>2011-12-26T16:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T16:38:07.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r4lA7bTnCwo/TvkTNMpLFZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Ob_Kiwu5RfU/s1600/397508_324184650939032_285300204827477_1118217_1476692842_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r4lA7bTnCwo/TvkTNMpLFZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Ob_Kiwu5RfU/s320/397508_324184650939032_285300204827477_1118217_1476692842_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas uma coisa é certa: eu mereço ficar com alguém que goste de mim de verdade e certamente, você já me provou que esse alguém não é você.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-7250782972723786660?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7250782972723786660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/mas-uma-coisa-e-certa-eu-mereco-ficar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/7250782972723786660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/7250782972723786660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/mas-uma-coisa-e-certa-eu-mereco-ficar.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r4lA7bTnCwo/TvkTNMpLFZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Ob_Kiwu5RfU/s72-c/397508_324184650939032_285300204827477_1118217_1476692842_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-7275669182029780640</id><published>2011-12-26T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T08:51:34.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7mu4f2Ac2iE/Tvildh0dmhI/AAAAAAAAAIY/cq7LXSumc3E/s1600/cw-promo-vampire-diaries-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="241" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7mu4f2Ac2iE/Tvildh0dmhI/AAAAAAAAAIY/cq7LXSumc3E/s320/cw-promo-vampire-diaries-11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " O tempo não se encarrega de matar desejos, apenas de substituir os personagens!&lt;br /&gt;Acredite: você nunca poderá agradar à todos. Então, que tal deixar o mundo de lado, por apenas alguns minutos e fazer o que você realmente quer? O que realmente te atrai? Viva o agora. DEPOIS arque com as conseqüências de seus atos. E não se arrependa, pois tenha sempre em mente: você fez o que quis, o que te deixava feliz naquele momento. Se vai dar certo ou não, não importa nenhum pouco. Que tal arriscar?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-7275669182029780640?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7275669182029780640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-tempo-nao-se-encarrega-de-matar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/7275669182029780640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/7275669182029780640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-tempo-nao-se-encarrega-de-matar.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7mu4f2Ac2iE/Tvildh0dmhI/AAAAAAAAAIY/cq7LXSumc3E/s72-c/cw-promo-vampire-diaries-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-8868092782517973910</id><published>2011-12-26T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T08:46:27.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M-rY1pYjzAQ/TvikKvHZ5SI/AAAAAAAAAIM/mUti0BdBibY/s1600/380488_133290753440681_114704461965977_108400_1810547770_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M-rY1pYjzAQ/TvikKvHZ5SI/AAAAAAAAAIM/mUti0BdBibY/s320/380488_133290753440681_114704461965977_108400_1810547770_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre imaginei...&lt;br /&gt;... uma &lt;b&gt;AMIGA&lt;/b&gt; que &lt;b&gt;SEMPRE&lt;/b&gt; estivesse do meu&lt;b&gt; LADO&lt;/b&gt;, que pudesse &lt;b&gt;RIR&lt;/b&gt; das &lt;b&gt;BESTEIRAS&lt;/b&gt; que eu fiz no passado, que pudesse &lt;b&gt;CHORAR COMIGO&lt;/b&gt; por aqueles garotos, que pudesse me &lt;b&gt;ABRAÇAR&lt;/b&gt; quando eu precisasse de alguém, que eu pudesse &lt;b&gt;CONTAR&lt;/b&gt; meus piores &lt;b&gt;SEGREDOS&lt;/b&gt;, meus &lt;b&gt;SONHOS&lt;/b&gt; mais malucos, minhas paixões &lt;b&gt;PROIBIDAS&lt;/b&gt;, que eu pudesse &lt;b&gt;COMPARTILHAR&lt;/b&gt; minhas &lt;b&gt;MALUQUICES&lt;/b&gt;, que quando eu estivesse desanimada ela sempre estaria ali para me animar. Que eu pudesse contar de quem eu estava gostando e &lt;b&gt;ELA ME APOIARIA&lt;/b&gt;, que a cada &lt;b&gt;IDEIA DOIDA&lt;/b&gt; que eu quisesse fazer ela estaria me &lt;b&gt;APOIANDO&lt;/b&gt;, que eu pudesse &lt;b&gt;DANÇAR&lt;/b&gt; nas &lt;b&gt;FESTAS&lt;/b&gt; com ela, que eu pudesse &lt;b&gt;ZOAR MUITO&lt;/b&gt; com ela, que eu pudesse ser&lt;b&gt; A MAIS LOUCA &lt;/b&gt;e ela gostaria de mim mesmo assim, que eu pudesse C&lt;b&gt;OMETER BABAQUICES&lt;/b&gt; e ela me &lt;b&gt;AJUDARIA&lt;/b&gt; a &lt;b&gt;CONSERTAR&lt;/b&gt;, que eu pudesse &lt;b&gt;ACONSELHÁ-LA&lt;/b&gt; quando ela estivesse fazendo uma coisa &lt;b&gt;ERRADA&lt;/b&gt;, que eu pudesse pensar que o mundo é uma droga, mas quando lembrasse &lt;b&gt;DELA&lt;/b&gt; eu mudaria de idéia. Que eu pudesse pensar: &lt;b&gt;ELA É A AMIGA DOS MEUS SONHOS&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-8868092782517973910?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8868092782517973910/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/eu-sempre-imaginei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/8868092782517973910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/8868092782517973910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/eu-sempre-imaginei.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M-rY1pYjzAQ/TvikKvHZ5SI/AAAAAAAAAIM/mUti0BdBibY/s72-c/380488_133290753440681_114704461965977_108400_1810547770_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-4721375072325191961</id><published>2011-12-26T08:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T08:39:32.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tm5hgqO3C1U/TvijL96CC7I/AAAAAAAAAIA/TJgJBffa_RM/s1600/aaaa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="274" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tm5hgqO3C1U/TvijL96CC7I/AAAAAAAAAIA/TJgJBffa_RM/s320/aaaa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe qual é o meu problema ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É acreditar sempre nas pessoas, é não saber dizer não quando é preciso. É sempre perdoar as pessoas que me machucam. É sorrir quando estou triste por dentro, é chorar por pessoas que não merecem e amar quem não merecia ser amado. É sempre dar uma segunda chance, para alguém que não merecia nem a primeira. É tentar ser a melhor pessoa do mundo, é tentar ajudar a todos ao mesmo tempo, e esquecer de mim mesmo. Meu problema está nas menores coisas possíveis, mas que sempre me machucam muito, e parece que eu nunca aprendo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-4721375072325191961?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4721375072325191961/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/sabe-qual-e-o-meu-problema-e-acreditar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/4721375072325191961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/4721375072325191961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/sabe-qual-e-o-meu-problema-e-acreditar.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tm5hgqO3C1U/TvijL96CC7I/AAAAAAAAAIA/TJgJBffa_RM/s72-c/aaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-583092961116717156</id><published>2011-12-26T08:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T08:33:08.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qg4rMLSJjW8/TvihplpHSJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/uD8iVV4RjWs/s1600/392589_147644952005261_114704461965977_135810_1082052686_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qg4rMLSJjW8/TvihplpHSJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/uD8iVV4RjWs/s320/392589_147644952005261_114704461965977_135810_1082052686_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Palavras erradas costumam machucar para o resto da vida, já o silêncio certo pode ser a resposta de muitas perguntas..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-583092961116717156?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/583092961116717156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/palavras-erradas-costumam-machucar-para.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/583092961116717156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/583092961116717156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/palavras-erradas-costumam-machucar-para.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qg4rMLSJjW8/TvihplpHSJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/uD8iVV4RjWs/s72-c/392589_147644952005261_114704461965977_135810_1082052686_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-8192970474029210201</id><published>2011-12-26T08:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T08:24:51.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_VE_kDM83oQ/TvifugqU0VI/AAAAAAAAAHo/k-mxRBMTrmo/s1600/374343_198026496958301_132826570144961_402902_1439150227_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_VE_kDM83oQ/TvifugqU0VI/AAAAAAAAAHo/k-mxRBMTrmo/s320/374343_198026496958301_132826570144961_402902_1439150227_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigo à risca. Me descuido e vou...&lt;br /&gt;Quebro a cara. Quebro o coração. Tropeço em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Me atolo nos cinco sentidos.&lt;br /&gt;Viver não é perigoso?&lt;br /&gt;Então, com sua licença!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-8192970474029210201?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8192970474029210201/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/sigo-risca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/8192970474029210201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/8192970474029210201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/sigo-risca.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_VE_kDM83oQ/TvifugqU0VI/AAAAAAAAAHo/k-mxRBMTrmo/s72-c/374343_198026496958301_132826570144961_402902_1439150227_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-1152092118893646636</id><published>2011-12-26T08:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T08:20:50.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ikhDnI9Aq_I/Tvie0P34rZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/SAtweucHFEk/s1600/1238769494096_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ikhDnI9Aq_I/Tvie0P34rZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/SAtweucHFEk/s320/1238769494096_f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' Amigos homens: Te ensinam a jogar futebol, a roubar no TRUCO. Pedem pra tu buscar cerveja pra ele. Jogam video game contigo. Pedem ajuda na hora da conquista. Vivem falando merdas e pagando micos. Dedicam um gol pra você. Te deixam de vela. Jogam água em você. Te abraçam forte, e dói. Vivem dizendo ”não é assim porra!” Te chamam de burra/lerda. Batem na tua cabeça. Fazem você rir toda hora. Chamam o cara que tu gosta de idiota. Mas principalmente, eles ficam sempre ao teu lado, te dão conselhos incríveis e te abraçam forte mesmo que tu fale “não é nada”, eles sabem que é algo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-1152092118893646636?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1152092118893646636/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/amigos-homens-te-ensinam-jogar-futebol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/1152092118893646636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/1152092118893646636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/amigos-homens-te-ensinam-jogar-futebol.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ikhDnI9Aq_I/Tvie0P34rZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/SAtweucHFEk/s72-c/1238769494096_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-7705987685466865506</id><published>2011-12-25T21:13:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T21:13:57.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-7705987685466865506?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7705987685466865506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_3311.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/7705987685466865506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/7705987685466865506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_3311.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-4135629858913525131</id><published>2011-12-25T21:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T21:13:23.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IH5ZvluqtgE/TvgCaJjsIBI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/7zy35bl5UIE/s1600/142.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IH5ZvluqtgE/TvgCaJjsIBI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/7zy35bl5UIE/s320/142.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Se ela te chama de chato, de feio, bagunçar seu cabelo, tem ciúmes de você com todo mundo, fica te olhando igual uma boba, sorri só por você estar ali, pega “sem querer” na sua mão, gosta de deitar no seu colo, gosta de sentir seu cheiro, passa horas e horas te esperando no msn. Te deixo um conselho: nunca, nunca mesmo, deixe que ela vá. Ela te ama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-4135629858913525131?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4135629858913525131/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/4135629858913525131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/4135629858913525131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_25.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IH5ZvluqtgE/TvgCaJjsIBI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/7zy35bl5UIE/s72-c/142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-1240740113591351755</id><published>2011-12-24T12:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T12:42:22.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-awf3EO3pR0g/TvY5F4L9hjI/AAAAAAAAAHE/u6fk-IL3xDk/s1600/381356_197394350354849_132826570144961_400627_361885969_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-awf3EO3pR0g/TvY5F4L9hjI/AAAAAAAAAHE/u6fk-IL3xDk/s320/381356_197394350354849_132826570144961_400627_361885969_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu te contasse meus pensamentos, todos os meus desejos, tudo o que eu penso antes de dormir, aaa se você soubesse. 66'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-1240740113591351755?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1240740113591351755/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/se-eu-te-contasse-meus-pensamentos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/1240740113591351755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/1240740113591351755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/se-eu-te-contasse-meus-pensamentos.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-awf3EO3pR0g/TvY5F4L9hjI/AAAAAAAAAHE/u6fk-IL3xDk/s72-c/381356_197394350354849_132826570144961_400627_361885969_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-5960335130152115513</id><published>2011-12-24T06:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T06:45:50.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DZ2YGOps-zs/TvXlcP1R47I/AAAAAAAAAG4/jGKxLDuRif4/s1600/380123_137985056312685_100003035750780_167405_529239767_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="126" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DZ2YGOps-zs/TvXlcP1R47I/AAAAAAAAAG4/jGKxLDuRif4/s320/380123_137985056312685_100003035750780_167405_529239767_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irei esperar aquele amor que tanto quis chegar, não quero apressar as coisas, pois sei que ainda não é a hora certa para mim. &lt;br /&gt;Me envolvi com tantos caras errados que não combinavam comigo e aprendi entre acertos e erros que ninguém é perfeito, mas irei esperar o tempo que for preciso para ser feliz de verdade!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-5960335130152115513?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5960335130152115513/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/irei-esperar-aquele-amor-que-tanto-quis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/5960335130152115513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/5960335130152115513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/irei-esperar-aquele-amor-que-tanto-quis.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DZ2YGOps-zs/TvXlcP1R47I/AAAAAAAAAG4/jGKxLDuRif4/s72-c/380123_137985056312685_100003035750780_167405_529239767_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-608752041658151423</id><published>2011-12-24T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T14:33:16.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qrVGhcNBScs/TvXk3vu0hCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/JwhtfARPY3g/s1600/378660_164049320363728_147204568714870_208301_1723505392_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qrVGhcNBScs/TvXk3vu0hCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/JwhtfARPY3g/s320/378660_164049320363728_147204568714870_208301_1723505392_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que tem por trás desse sorriso que me deixa fissurado em você?&lt;br /&gt;É um misto de desejo e vício, já tentei mas não consigo entender. &lt;b&gt;♫&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que um dia sentirá minha falta e irá chorar por ter me perdido? Sentirá a mesma coisa que sinto agora por não te ter mais do meu lado? &lt;br /&gt;Aposto que isso nunca vai acontecer e quem saiu ferida foi eu. Mas vou superar toda essa dor e te mostrarei que quem perdeu foi você!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-608752041658151423?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/608752041658151423/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-que-tem-por-tras-desse-sorriso-que-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/608752041658151423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/608752041658151423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-que-tem-por-tras-desse-sorriso-que-me.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qrVGhcNBScs/TvXk3vu0hCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/JwhtfARPY3g/s72-c/378660_164049320363728_147204568714870_208301_1723505392_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-4046243936277355501</id><published>2011-12-23T16:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T16:52:59.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XseaXi09nIA/TvUiT6zRLYI/AAAAAAAAAGg/z75Dlzx7pxM/s1600/download%2B%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="194" width="259" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XseaXi09nIA/TvUiT6zRLYI/AAAAAAAAAGg/z75Dlzx7pxM/s320/download%2B%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; O amor é o sentimento que mais aprecio. Posso ter me decepcionado muito, porém não consigo deixar de acreditar nele e sei que um dia irei encontrar um amor pra vida toda!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-4046243936277355501?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4046243936277355501/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-amor-e-o-sentimento-que-mais-aprecio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/4046243936277355501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/4046243936277355501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-amor-e-o-sentimento-que-mais-aprecio.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XseaXi09nIA/TvUiT6zRLYI/AAAAAAAAAGg/z75Dlzx7pxM/s72-c/download%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-4022669888435096052</id><published>2011-12-23T11:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T11:44:18.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_E0ahIlu07Y/TvTZ8lcwNeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/YI9TC0s0jtk/s1600/407734_165286823573311_147204568714870_211490_66643367_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_E0ahIlu07Y/TvTZ8lcwNeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/YI9TC0s0jtk/s320/407734_165286823573311_147204568714870_211490_66643367_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe o que eu queria? Que você fosse meu namorado, mas moramos tão longe que prefiro esquecer e fingir que não pense que isto poderia um dia acontecer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-4022669888435096052?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4022669888435096052/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/sabe-o-que-eu-queria-que-voce-fosse-meu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/4022669888435096052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/4022669888435096052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/sabe-o-que-eu-queria-que-voce-fosse-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_E0ahIlu07Y/TvTZ8lcwNeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/YI9TC0s0jtk/s72-c/407734_165286823573311_147204568714870_211490_66643367_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-3441479461445757252</id><published>2011-12-23T07:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T07:46:18.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5ubjZI_64ds/TvSiLJW_6lI/AAAAAAAAAGI/TWQEwWqkqU0/s1600/393390_148856698556807_100002974321357_202406_983472362_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5ubjZI_64ds/TvSiLJW_6lI/AAAAAAAAAGI/TWQEwWqkqU0/s320/393390_148856698556807_100002974321357_202406_983472362_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade...&lt;br /&gt;Essa saudade sempre aperta meu coração, mal sabe ela a dor que ela me trás....E pior do que senti-la é ter lágrimas nos olhos, mas ter de se segurar para ninguém vir perguntar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-3441479461445757252?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3441479461445757252/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/saudade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/3441479461445757252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/3441479461445757252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/saudade.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5ubjZI_64ds/TvSiLJW_6lI/AAAAAAAAAGI/TWQEwWqkqU0/s72-c/393390_148856698556807_100002974321357_202406_983472362_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-2619583982342289237</id><published>2011-12-23T06:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T06:28:16.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeukBezY8U/TvSP7DRgXrI/AAAAAAAAAF8/VSLs-4G6opM/s1600/sasa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="204" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeukBezY8U/TvSP7DRgXrI/AAAAAAAAAF8/VSLs-4G6opM/s320/sasa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mais do que querer você de volta, eu me quero de volta, quero a felicidade nos meus olhos mirados em você. Eu quero a gente, eu quero tudo de novo, eu quero as coisas antigas, as primeiras, todas! Me devolve seu sorriso? Parece que eu não te faço mais sorrir, assim eu desespero mesmo. É uma resposta simples pra uma pergunta simples: Você vai voltar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-2619583982342289237?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2619583982342289237/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/mais-do-que-querer-voce-de-volta-eu-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/2619583982342289237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/2619583982342289237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/mais-do-que-querer-voce-de-volta-eu-me.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeukBezY8U/TvSP7DRgXrI/AAAAAAAAAF8/VSLs-4G6opM/s72-c/sasa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-366913075171941567</id><published>2011-12-22T16:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T18:46:47.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7acZYdG0yPA/TvPFR2jnXfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/0Jmv1TxM5sM/s1600/377953_165010646934262_147204568714870_210952_1083362388_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7acZYdG0yPA/TvPFR2jnXfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/0Jmv1TxM5sM/s320/377953_165010646934262_147204568714870_210952_1083362388_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Briguei com você por bobeira e sei que estou errada, me perdoa, por favor? &lt;br /&gt;Não te prometi ser perfeita e todo ser humano tem o direito de errar. &lt;br /&gt;Quando existe amor e não tem traição, deve-se perdoar sempre!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-366913075171941567?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/366913075171941567/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/briguei-com-voce-por-bobeira-e-sei-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/366913075171941567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/366913075171941567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/briguei-com-voce-por-bobeira-e-sei-que.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7acZYdG0yPA/TvPFR2jnXfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/0Jmv1TxM5sM/s72-c/377953_165010646934262_147204568714870_210952_1083362388_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-6124697131600777702</id><published>2011-12-22T16:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T16:02:41.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R6Ttuv3T8Kk/TvPFAaohpwI/AAAAAAAAAFY/r-6boUzd0oI/s1600/377484_248747355189227_242550129142283_708877_1914305113_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R6Ttuv3T8Kk/TvPFAaohpwI/AAAAAAAAAFY/r-6boUzd0oI/s320/377484_248747355189227_242550129142283_708877_1914305113_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Te desejo uma fé enorme, em qualquer coisa, não importa o quê,&lt;br /&gt;como aquela fé que a gente teve um dia. &lt;br /&gt;Me deseja também uma coisa bem bonita, uma coisa qualquer&lt;br /&gt;maravilhosa, que me faça acreditar em tudo de novo, que nos faça&lt;br /&gt;acreditar em tudo outra vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Caio Fernando Abreu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-6124697131600777702?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6124697131600777702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/te-desejo-uma-fe-enorme-em-qualquer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/6124697131600777702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/6124697131600777702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/te-desejo-uma-fe-enorme-em-qualquer.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R6Ttuv3T8Kk/TvPFAaohpwI/AAAAAAAAAFY/r-6boUzd0oI/s72-c/377484_248747355189227_242550129142283_708877_1914305113_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-2840639381218727750</id><published>2011-12-22T15:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T15:45:37.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FvYbyAqg7as/TvPBDi7H-EI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZALiClsT7Lw/s1600/393430_165004856934841_147204568714870_210948_1425629030_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FvYbyAqg7as/TvPBDi7H-EI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZALiClsT7Lw/s320/393430_165004856934841_147204568714870_210948_1425629030_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Felicidade é estar de bem consigo mesma, sentir prazer em viver, entre outras coisas. Nunca oculte sua felicidade por que alguém próximo a você está triste, leve isso para está pessoa e deixe-a feliz também ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-2840639381218727750?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2840639381218727750/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/felicidade-e-estar-de-bem-consigo-mesma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/2840639381218727750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/2840639381218727750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/felicidade-e-estar-de-bem-consigo-mesma.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FvYbyAqg7as/TvPBDi7H-EI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZALiClsT7Lw/s72-c/393430_165004856934841_147204568714870_210948_1425629030_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-1821753251133644772</id><published>2011-12-22T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T15:43:23.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph3WKh_kIXg/TvPAPnCmsyI/AAAAAAAAAFA/k0j-zyjjwD0/s1600/387180_193342974093320_132826570144961_389293_1630942998_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph3WKh_kIXg/TvPAPnCmsyI/AAAAAAAAAFA/k0j-zyjjwD0/s320/387180_193342974093320_132826570144961_389293_1630942998_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  # A maioria das vacas fazem múúú, mais conheço algumas que dizem &lt;b&gt;Oi&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DDC: A todas elas que estão fazendo da minha vida um inferno! _|_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-1821753251133644772?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1821753251133644772/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/maioria-das-vacas-fazem-muuu-mais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/1821753251133644772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/1821753251133644772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/maioria-das-vacas-fazem-muuu-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph3WKh_kIXg/TvPAPnCmsyI/AAAAAAAAAFA/k0j-zyjjwD0/s72-c/387180_193342974093320_132826570144961_389293_1630942998_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-815302701781094228</id><published>2011-12-22T15:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T15:39:14.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jdt8A-5Pi3g/TvO_hhUHMjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/I3YE9v6FIcU/s1600/3232789282_395efa3515_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" width="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jdt8A-5Pi3g/TvO_hhUHMjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/I3YE9v6FIcU/s320/3232789282_395efa3515_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Aparece quando menos se espera e de onde menos se imagina. Seu amor pode estar no corredor de um supermercado, pode estar impaciente na fila de um banco, pode estar pechinchando numa livraria, pode estar cantarolando sozinho dentro de um carro. Pode estar aqui mesmo, no computador, dando o maior mole. O amor está em todos os lugares, você que não procura direito.Idealizar é sofrer.  Amar é surpreender ;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-815302701781094228?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/815302701781094228/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/aparece-quando-menos-se-espera-e-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/815302701781094228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/815302701781094228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/aparece-quando-menos-se-espera-e-de.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jdt8A-5Pi3g/TvO_hhUHMjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/I3YE9v6FIcU/s72-c/3232789282_395efa3515_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-6283348889952881868</id><published>2011-12-22T15:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T15:33:13.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M9JA0bN2Mms/TvO-LIJVAyI/AAAAAAAAAEo/rYVNIqN7IB8/s1600/383890_190216637739566_138739512887279_374590_812571534_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="242" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M9JA0bN2Mms/TvO-LIJVAyI/AAAAAAAAAEo/rYVNIqN7IB8/s320/383890_190216637739566_138739512887279_374590_812571534_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Você é como uma droga pra mim..." &lt;br /&gt;"Por que você está viciada em mim, gata?" &lt;br /&gt;"Não, porque você está arruinando minha vida..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-6283348889952881868?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6283348889952881868/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/voce-e-como-uma-droga-pra-mim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/6283348889952881868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/6283348889952881868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/voce-e-como-uma-droga-pra-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M9JA0bN2Mms/TvO-LIJVAyI/AAAAAAAAAEo/rYVNIqN7IB8/s72-c/383890_190216637739566_138739512887279_374590_812571534_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-6921264518385746036</id><published>2011-12-22T10:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T10:08:51.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8r5EUn952JU/TvNyGZhjkaI/AAAAAAAAAEc/m0SR4VK1qCM/s1600/tumblr_lo6kigHvhh1qct01b%255B1%255D.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8r5EUn952JU/TvNyGZhjkaI/AAAAAAAAAEc/m0SR4VK1qCM/s320/tumblr_lo6kigHvhh1qct01b%255B1%255D.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Senti sua falta hoje Na escola, por que você não foi?&lt;br /&gt;Ela: É, eu tive que ir ao médico.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Ah, mesmo? Por que?&lt;br /&gt;Ela: Ah, nada. Consultas anuais, só isso. Então, o que tivemos em matemática hoje?&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Você não perdeu nada demais. Só um monte de anotações.&lt;br /&gt;Ela: Ok, bom.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: É.&lt;br /&gt;Ela: Ei, tenho uma pergunta.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Fale.&lt;br /&gt;Ela: O quanto você me ama?&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Você sabe que eu te amo mais que tudo. Por que a pergunta?&lt;br /&gt;Ela: (..)&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Tem algo errado?&lt;br /&gt;Ela: Não, nada.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Ok.&lt;br /&gt;Ela: O quanto você se importa comigo?&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Eu te daria o mundo numa batida de coração, se eu pudesse.&lt;br /&gt;Ela: Daria?&lt;br /&gt;Ele: É, claro que eu daria.(parecendo preocupado) Tem alguma coisa errada?&lt;br /&gt;Ela: Não, tá tudo bem.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Tem certeza?&lt;br /&gt;Ela: É.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Ok, eu espero.&lt;br /&gt;Ela: Você morreria por mim?&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Eu me jogaria em frente uma bala para ela não te atingir, a qualquer dia.&lt;br /&gt;Ela: Mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Mesmo. Mas agora, sério mesmo, aconteceu alguma coisa?&lt;br /&gt;Ela: Não, eu tô bem. Você tá bem, nós estamos bem. Tá todo mundo bem..&lt;br /&gt;Ela: Bom, tenho que ir. Te vejo amanhã na escola.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Tchau. EU TE AMO.&lt;br /&gt;Ela: Também te amo, tchau.&lt;br /&gt;O OUTRO DIA NA ESCOLA:&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Ei, você viu minha namorada hoje?&lt;br /&gt;Amigo: Não. Ela não estava aqui ontem também não.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Eu sei, ela estava agindo estranho no telefone ontem&lt;br /&gt;Amigo: É cara, você sabe como as garotas são de vez em quando.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: É, mas ela não.&lt;br /&gt;AQUELA NOITE: (o telefone toca)&lt;br /&gt;Ela: Alô?&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Oi.&lt;br /&gt;Ela: Ah, oi.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Por que você não foi na escola hoje de novo?&lt;br /&gt;Ela: Ah, eu tinha outra consulta no médico.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Você está doente?&lt;br /&gt;Ela: Hm, eu tenho que ir, minha mãe tá me chamando.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Eu espero.&lt;br /&gt;Ela: Pode demorar, te ligo depois.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Tudo bem então, te amo (longa pausa)&lt;br /&gt;Ela: (chorando) Olha, acho que devíamos terminar.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: O que?! Por que?&lt;br /&gt;Ela: Acho que é o melhor pra nós dois agora.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: POR QUE?&lt;br /&gt;Ela: Eu te amo. (ela desliga)&lt;br /&gt;A GAROTA NÃO FOI PRA ESCOLA POR MAIS TRÊS SEMANAS, E NÃO ATENDEU AOS TELEFONEMAS.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: E ai, cara.&lt;br /&gt;Amigo: Oi. E ai, falou com sua ex?&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Não.&lt;br /&gt;Amigo: Então você não soube?&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Soube o que?&lt;br /&gt;Amigo: Não sei se eu seria a melhor pessoa para te contar, então, ligue nesse telefone. (passou um papelzinho para ele)&lt;br /&gt;ELE LIGA NO NÚMERO DEPOIS DA ESCOLA.&lt;br /&gt;Voz: Alô, Suppam County Hospital, aqui é a enfermeira Beckam.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Ah, eu devo ter ligado no número errado, estou procurando por uma amiga.&lt;br /&gt;Voz: Qual é o nome dela? (o garoto dá as informações)&lt;br /&gt;Voz: Sim, esse é o número certo. Ela é uma de nossas pacientes.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: É mesmo? O que aconteceu? Ela está bem?&lt;br /&gt;Voz: O quarto dela é o número 646, no prédio A, suíte 3.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: O QUE ACONTECEU?&lt;br /&gt;Voz: Por favor, venha aqui e veja o senhor mesmo, obrigada.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Espera! Não! (o telefone já tinha sido desligado)&lt;br /&gt;O GAROTO FOI PARA O HOSPITAL. A GAROTA ESTAVA DEITADA NA CAMA DO QUARTO. ELA PARECIA FRACA.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Meu Deus, você está bem?&lt;br /&gt;Ela: (silêncio)&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Amor, fala comigo!&lt;br /&gt;Ela: Eu.. eu tenho câncer. Estou em suporte de vida.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: (começa a chorar)&lt;br /&gt;Ela: Eles vão desligar tudo hoje à noite.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Por que?!&lt;br /&gt;Ela: Eu queria te contar, mas eu não podia.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Por que não?&lt;br /&gt;Ela: Eu não queria te machucar.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Você nunca poderia me machucar.&lt;br /&gt;Ela: Eu só queria ver se você sentia o mesmo que eu sinto por você&lt;br /&gt;Ele: ?&lt;br /&gt;Ela: Eu te amo mais que qualquer coisa. Eu te daria o mundo em uma batida de coração. Eu me atiraria em frente a uma bala para te salvar. Eu morreria por você.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: …&lt;br /&gt;Ela: Não fique triste, eu sempre vou te amar, estando aqui ou não.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Então por que você terminou comigo?&lt;br /&gt;Enfermeira: Ei, jovem, o tempo de visita já acabou.&lt;br /&gt;O GAROTO SAI, AS MÁQUINAS DE SUPORTE DE VIDA FORAM DESLIGADAS. ELA MORREU.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que o garoto não sabia é que a garota só fez aquelas perguntas à ele para poder ouvir ele dizer aquelas coisas uma última vez, e ela só terminou com ele porque ela só tinha mais três semanas de vida e pensou que assim causaria menos dor à ele, dando um tempo para ele esquecê-la antes dela morrer.&lt;br /&gt;NO PRÓXIMO DIA: O garoto foi encontrado morto com uma arma em sua mão, e com um pequeno papel na outra, escrito: Eu disse à ela que levaria um tiro por ela, assim como ela disse que morreria por mim. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jonathas Campos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-6921264518385746036?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6921264518385746036/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/ele-senti-sua-falta-hoje-na-escola-por.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/6921264518385746036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/6921264518385746036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/ele-senti-sua-falta-hoje-na-escola-por.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8r5EUn952JU/TvNyGZhjkaI/AAAAAAAAAEc/m0SR4VK1qCM/s72-c/tumblr_lo6kigHvhh1qct01b%255B1%255D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-3199264856272951223</id><published>2011-12-22T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T09:38:29.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NMu9QpE0z18/TvNrBty_HNI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1GY3pcK_XYE/s1600/381276_288989754470535_259660374070140_702696_789528609_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NMu9QpE0z18/TvNrBty_HNI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1GY3pcK_XYE/s320/381276_288989754470535_259660374070140_702696_789528609_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Anota aí para seu futuro:&lt;br /&gt;Desapegar das pessoas;&lt;br /&gt;Se importar menos;&lt;br /&gt;Não se abalar por nada nem ninguém;&lt;br /&gt;Correr atrás daquilo que faça seu coração vibrar;&lt;br /&gt;Ficar perto de quem te quer bem;&lt;br /&gt;Correr atrás dos seus sonhos;&lt;br /&gt;Se amar mais;&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer tudo aquilo que te faça mal.&lt;br /&gt;Anota aí: &lt;b&gt;CAIR NA REAL&lt;/b&gt;.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-3199264856272951223?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3199264856272951223/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/anota-ai-para-seu-futuro-desapegar-das.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/3199264856272951223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/3199264856272951223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/anota-ai-para-seu-futuro-desapegar-das.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NMu9QpE0z18/TvNrBty_HNI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1GY3pcK_XYE/s72-c/381276_288989754470535_259660374070140_702696_789528609_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-7357544700673785869</id><published>2011-12-22T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T18:47:58.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mEa8fuGe_jc/TvNG490Ya7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/GKu3CqLX-iM/s1600/389861_249901945073768_242550129142283_711681_2108177480_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mEa8fuGe_jc/TvNG490Ya7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/GKu3CqLX-iM/s320/389861_249901945073768_242550129142283_711681_2108177480_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' Já quis tanta coisa na vida, agora a única coisa que eu quero é você, pra sempre. Esse amor que chega sem ser esperado. Que não pede permissão para entrar,como se dono fosse do meu ser. Um amor que vi aos poucos dentro de mim crescer! Um amor que a distância não impediu,de aflorar na minha existência tão sem graça.Que me trouxe a alegria de estar viva. Que despertou a emoção adormecida! Quando descobri que estavas em minha vida. Ah!Esse amor que chega a doer de tanta saudade.&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero sequestrar seu coração, fazer seu pensamento de refém, e ainda pedir um beijo como resgate. Meu amor nada, nem distancia, nem ninguém vai conseguir nos separar e por mais que eu cometa as minhas burradas que não são poucas eu te amo, o que sinto por você não é só amor é muito mais que isso é algo que queima, não consigo mais viver sem você, não consigo mais dormi sem ouvir tua voz, meu ar é você, meu ponto de equilíbrio você é tudo que eu PRECISO . . . Te amo! ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-7357544700673785869?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7357544700673785869/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/ja-quis-tanta-coisa-na-vida-agora-unica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/7357544700673785869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/7357544700673785869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/ja-quis-tanta-coisa-na-vida-agora-unica.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mEa8fuGe_jc/TvNG490Ya7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/GKu3CqLX-iM/s72-c/389861_249901945073768_242550129142283_711681_2108177480_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-3038062988528739378</id><published>2011-12-22T06:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T06:48:05.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KBv8_1BmeuQ/TvNDGL5WIaI/AAAAAAAAADs/q5LL8xU1tA0/s1600/tumblr_lmlug9wJ8N1qhbwoz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KBv8_1BmeuQ/TvNDGL5WIaI/AAAAAAAAADs/q5LL8xU1tA0/s320/tumblr_lmlug9wJ8N1qhbwoz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' Eu devia ter te segurado, agarrado, sei lá, mas não devia ter te deixado partir. Sempre penso que poderia ter feito alguma coisa a mais para que ficasse, mas nada me vem à cabeça. Acho que fiz todo o possível, só que não era para ser. Entendo, aceito e compreendo, o fato é que te amo muito e não dá para suportar ficar longe. Queria tanto voltar no tempo e reviver todos os nossos momentos de novo e de novo.&lt;br /&gt;Jamais me cansaria de você, jamais me cansaria desse amor! ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-3038062988528739378?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3038062988528739378/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/eu-devia-ter-te-segurado-agarrado-sei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/3038062988528739378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/3038062988528739378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/eu-devia-ter-te-segurado-agarrado-sei.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KBv8_1BmeuQ/TvNDGL5WIaI/AAAAAAAAADs/q5LL8xU1tA0/s72-c/tumblr_lmlug9wJ8N1qhbwoz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-5085673565264543116</id><published>2011-12-21T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T12:46:22.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TScDLXmZFT4/TvJK1W5v8PI/AAAAAAAAADg/OoygsboBxJk/s1600/5094788981_5a48d5f9c8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TScDLXmZFT4/TvJK1W5v8PI/AAAAAAAAADg/OoygsboBxJk/s320/5094788981_5a48d5f9c8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . eu queria escrever algo diferente que pudesse nascer lagrimas de emoções em seus olhos, mais como sempre eu venho com as minhas palavras bobas. pois é passei a tarde toda pensando imaginando o que eu falaria, pensando em você, olhando tuas fotos imaginando como seria você aqui do meu lado. Um minuto com você, é tudo o que eu preciso! &lt;br /&gt;E apesar de você estar longe dos meus olhos, você nunca está longe dos meus pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;E quando agente se encontra novamente tudo vai ser incrivelmente único; quando a gente se reencontrar vou te levar ao paraíso e ao mesmo tempo ao inferno; quero te ter, quero te abraçar, ouvir tua voz, senti teu cheiro, quero te pertencer. Quero te fazer a pessoa mais mais FELIZ do mundo, porque você chegou assim de macinho e já arrancou todos os meu sorriso.  Troco minha cama pelo seu abraço, meu travesseiro pelo seu colo &amp; minhas manias pelos seus gostos!&lt;br /&gt;♫ O dia todo, o tempo inteiro, ouço tua voz, sinto teu cheiro! &lt;br /&gt;E as coisas mudaram muito de sentindo e direção mais a unica certeza que eu tenho é que eu quero esta ao teu lado em TODOS os momentos; seu chato quero te ter perto de mim, quero ter você aqui pertim de mim cantando só pra mim, quero senti teu abraço e te fazer muito feliz! ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-5085673565264543116?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5085673565264543116/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_1323.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/5085673565264543116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/5085673565264543116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_1323.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TScDLXmZFT4/TvJK1W5v8PI/AAAAAAAAADg/OoygsboBxJk/s72-c/5094788981_5a48d5f9c8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-5458230437857400049</id><published>2011-12-21T12:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T12:00:52.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rgORSzRZ7-c/TvI61-QzO3I/AAAAAAAAADI/lWlPVCBwbNY/s1600/tumblr_lnh4dkINDI1qfohc1o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rgORSzRZ7-c/TvI61-QzO3I/AAAAAAAAADI/lWlPVCBwbNY/s320/tumblr_lnh4dkINDI1qfohc1o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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. Você vai para colégio, tem várias namoradas, 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;- Charles Chaplin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-5458230437857400049?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5458230437857400049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/coisa-mais-injusta-sobre-vida-e-maneira.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/5458230437857400049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/5458230437857400049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/coisa-mais-injusta-sobre-vida-e-maneira.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rgORSzRZ7-c/TvI61-QzO3I/AAAAAAAAADI/lWlPVCBwbNY/s72-c/tumblr_lnh4dkINDI1qfohc1o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-8500747603461636793</id><published>2011-12-21T09:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T09:46:00.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DfdSTSmZ8dk/TvIbULW4wII/AAAAAAAAACM/ELo--vlwEpY/s1600/4373591007_a3e3eef2a0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DfdSTSmZ8dk/TvIbULW4wII/AAAAAAAAACM/ELo--vlwEpY/s320/4373591007_a3e3eef2a0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-8500747603461636793?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8500747603461636793/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/8500747603461636793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/8500747603461636793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_21.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DfdSTSmZ8dk/TvIbULW4wII/AAAAAAAAACM/ELo--vlwEpY/s72-c/4373591007_a3e3eef2a0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-2466911603915667993</id><published>2011-12-21T09:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T09:43:54.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nR0SqCaDUUk/TvIZ_jA2IlI/AAAAAAAAACA/F8W7QADpSzc/s1600/380488_133290753440681_114704461965977_108400_1810547770_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nR0SqCaDUUk/TvIZ_jA2IlI/AAAAAAAAACA/F8W7QADpSzc/s320/380488_133290753440681_114704461965977_108400_1810547770_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Melhor amiga; obrigada pelos momentos perfeitos. obrigada por ser aquela, que se faz inesquecível, e mais importante a cada dia. obrigada por me entender, justamente quando nem eu me entendo. obrigada por me ajudar quando eu preciso. obrigada por puxar minha orelha quando eu faço alguma burrada. obrigada por existir! nem o Céu e a Terra separam agente, e nunca se esqueça disso.te amo muito.. &lt;br /&gt;' Você me ensinou o sentido da palavra amizade! ' &lt;br /&gt;Você sempre esteve ao meu lado!&lt;br /&gt;Tee amo irmã.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-2466911603915667993?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2466911603915667993/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/m.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/2466911603915667993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/2466911603915667993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/m.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nR0SqCaDUUk/TvIZ_jA2IlI/AAAAAAAAACA/F8W7QADpSzc/s72-c/380488_133290753440681_114704461965977_108400_1810547770_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-5265662128232745884</id><published>2011-12-21T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T09:31:34.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ivzX18-ueLA/TvIXCbj8bkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ispbekEWKGM/s1600/294408_133297593439997_114704461965977_108420_1547260983_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ivzX18-ueLA/TvIXCbj8bkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ispbekEWKGM/s320/294408_133297593439997_114704461965977_108420_1547260983_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . Fácil é ser colega, fazer companhia a alguém, dizer o que ele deseja ouvir. Difícil é ser amigo para todas as horas e dizer sempre a verdade quando for preciso. E com confiança no que diz. Mais com eles eu aprendi a amar, a ser feliz, a sorrir, a dar risadas das coisas mais bestas do mundo. Aprendi a dar valor nos abraços que para era uma coisa boba, obrigado por insistir e permanecer ao meu lado mesmo eu tando a pessoa mais errada do mundo, amo vocês! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DDC: Marisa Campos; Barbara de Sá; Carol Dorxas e Barbara Laryssa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-5265662128232745884?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5265662128232745884/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/5265662128232745884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/5265662128232745884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ivzX18-ueLA/TvIXCbj8bkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ispbekEWKGM/s72-c/294408_133297593439997_114704461965977_108420_1547260983_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-1712942387611530617</id><published>2011-12-21T09:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T09:23:38.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c9qoRGenLPY/TvIWCAjzM0I/AAAAAAAAABo/wCELdmt-A0Q/s1600/390706_145559598880463_114704461965977_132534_1090150287_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c9qoRGenLPY/TvIWCAjzM0I/AAAAAAAAABo/wCELdmt-A0Q/s320/390706_145559598880463_114704461965977_132534_1090150287_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Antes de julgar a minha vida ou o meu caráter, calce os meus sapatos e percorra o caminho que eu percorri, viva as minhas tristezas, as minhas dúvidas e minhas alegrias. Percorra os anos que eu percorri, tropece onde eu tropecei e levante-se assim como eu fiz. E então, só aí poderás julgar. Cada um tem a sua própria história. Não compare a sua vida com a dos outros. Você não sabe como foi o caminho que eles tiveram que trilhar na vida."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;─ Clarice Lispector!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-1712942387611530617?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1712942387611530617/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/antes-de-julgar-minha-vida-ou-o-meu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/1712942387611530617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/1712942387611530617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/antes-de-julgar-minha-vida-ou-o-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c9qoRGenLPY/TvIWCAjzM0I/AAAAAAAAABo/wCELdmt-A0Q/s72-c/390706_145559598880463_114704461965977_132534_1090150287_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258653469761265624.post-7601789071281902746</id><published>2011-12-21T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T09:06:56.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HvIcYTAKgRw/TvISBYZlL3I/AAAAAAAAABc/zau-mlxfg94/s1600/tumblr_ljieen9HmR1qhbwoz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="238" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HvIcYTAKgRw/TvISBYZlL3I/AAAAAAAAABc/zau-mlxfg94/s320/tumblr_ljieen9HmR1qhbwoz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Acredito que ser forte não queira dizer: não se machucar. Mas se machucar com a pior dor e ter capacidade de superar ;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258653469761265624-7601789071281902746?l=100timentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7601789071281902746/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/acredito-que-ser-forte-nao-queira-dizer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/7601789071281902746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258653469761265624/posts/default/7601789071281902746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100timentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/acredito-que-ser-forte-nao-queira-dizer.html' title=''/><author><name>100timentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787441738675577929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gj_e0-skvQ/TvI4p-x3TBI/AAAAAAAAACY/3QnSnV5GPBY/s220/4395635450_9c523df5d7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HvIcYTAKgRw/TvISBYZlL3I/AAAAAAAAABc/zau-mlxfg94/s72-c/tumblr_ljieen9HmR1qhbwoz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
