<?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-5192264766819052044</id><updated>2012-01-27T15:25:51.105-08:00</updated><category term='Nostalgias'/><category term='Desejos'/><title type='text'>Let your mind flow...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>•Thuane•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07414952068730872350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sxTW8dNvTo/Sl0awTFgWVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7QNcO-yy5w4/S220/mimimi+001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192264766819052044.post-3554424575673234389</id><published>2011-11-07T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T16:49:21.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outro rumo.</title><content type='html'>Sabe quando você pensa em mudar de vida completamente?! Abandonar seu curso na faculdade, começar algo totalmente diferente disso... Procurar um emprego totalmente diferente do seu... Buscar novos caminhos ?&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso disso! E preciso de coragem também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando tendo muitos desgostos com meu curso. Tanto na grade curricular, quanto com meu desempenho nele. Sinto falta de "humanas nas minhas exatas". Esse povo de engenharia só pensa em números. Parece óbvio isso, mas pra mim não. Sempre quis juntas as duas áreas. Lidar com pessoas ao mesmo tempo que calcula métodos para isso. Como é possivel? Existe algum curso assim que eu não sei, ou ele só existe na minha cabeça?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192264766819052044-3554424575673234389?l=vozes-dela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/feeds/3554424575673234389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192264766819052044&amp;postID=3554424575673234389&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/3554424575673234389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/3554424575673234389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/2011/11/outro-rumo.html' title='Outro rumo.'/><author><name>•Thuane•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07414952068730872350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sxTW8dNvTo/Sl0awTFgWVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7QNcO-yy5w4/S220/mimimi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192264766819052044.post-2391224657511158177</id><published>2011-09-19T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T16:41:54.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida e seus clichês.</title><content type='html'>Como a vida sempre causa aqueles clichês mais comuns que todos dizem.&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração após muitos calos, feridas e cicatrizes, ficou frio e duro com o tempo.&lt;br /&gt;E alguém que você menos esperava encontrar, onde você menos esperava, como você menos esperava, ensina novamente seu coração a cicatrizar, a se curar. E te ensina que para ter sentimentos, não é preciso ter dor, nem problemas, nem preocupações.&lt;br /&gt;Muito pelo contrário. Com esse alguém, suas maiores frustrações foi não pegar o Squirtle na máquina de pokemons... É pensar que a semana tá demorando de mais pra passar, que se pudesse, encontraria com ele todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;Você, imbecil que é, demorou MUITO pra perceber o quão importante na sua vida ele era. O tratava mal, fugia dele, se esquivava o máximo possível. Até que um dia resolve terminar.&lt;br /&gt;Fica com outra pessoa menos de dois dias depois... e surpresa. Pensa nele.&lt;br /&gt;Desencana, sai por ai, conhece pessoas novas, mas percebe que não consegue parar de pensar nele.&lt;br /&gt;Ignora esse fato, tenta fugir disso... mas ai vocês saem juntos novamente... Apenas para ver um jogo de volei da seleção, mas ai acabam passando o dia inteiro juntos...&lt;br /&gt;E tcham. Você se dá conta que GOSTA dele.&lt;br /&gt;E depois de tantas confusões, percebe que o maior erro não foi ter se esquivado dele antes. Foi ter fugido dos próprios sentimentos, achando que ficar sozinha é a melhor opção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192264766819052044-2391224657511158177?l=vozes-dela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/feeds/2391224657511158177/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192264766819052044&amp;postID=2391224657511158177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/2391224657511158177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/2391224657511158177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/2011/09/vida-e-seus-cliches.html' title='A vida e seus clichês.'/><author><name>•Thuane•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07414952068730872350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sxTW8dNvTo/Sl0awTFgWVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7QNcO-yy5w4/S220/mimimi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192264766819052044.post-7834146176531943925</id><published>2011-09-14T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T20:08:23.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5LDNUtX1vpI/TnDbv2uzxzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/cwZba6abE-Y/s1600/300731_2425443761619_1417276025_32792736_1823135083_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px; height: 150px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652259147542153010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5LDNUtX1vpI/TnDbv2uzxzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/cwZba6abE-Y/s200/300731_2425443761619_1417276025_32792736_1823135083_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nada machuca. Nem cansa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192264766819052044-7834146176531943925?l=vozes-dela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/feeds/7834146176531943925/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192264766819052044&amp;postID=7834146176531943925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/7834146176531943925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/7834146176531943925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/2011/09/nada-machuca.html' title=''/><author><name>•Thuane•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07414952068730872350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sxTW8dNvTo/Sl0awTFgWVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7QNcO-yy5w4/S220/mimimi+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5LDNUtX1vpI/TnDbv2uzxzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/cwZba6abE-Y/s72-c/300731_2425443761619_1417276025_32792736_1823135083_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192264766819052044.post-6114991313417582935</id><published>2011-03-22T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T19:38:50.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Só um desabafo.</title><content type='html'>Minha mente anda tão confusa, tão de saco cheio de mim que queria sumir. &lt;div&gt;Quero alguém que entenda o que sinto para me ajudar... mas não consigo nem explicar pra mim mesma o que penso... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH |:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192264766819052044-6114991313417582935?l=vozes-dela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/feeds/6114991313417582935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192264766819052044&amp;postID=6114991313417582935&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/6114991313417582935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/6114991313417582935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-um-desabafo.html' title='Só um desabafo.'/><author><name>•Thuane•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07414952068730872350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sxTW8dNvTo/Sl0awTFgWVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7QNcO-yy5w4/S220/mimimi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192264766819052044.post-2110563693139184403</id><published>2010-11-14T19:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T19:24:13.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Coisas novas acontecendo... Velhos novos amigos, novos relacionamentos...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só tenho a agradecer por todas essas coisas legais. :}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192264766819052044-2110563693139184403?l=vozes-dela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/feeds/2110563693139184403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192264766819052044&amp;postID=2110563693139184403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/2110563693139184403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/2110563693139184403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/2010/11/coisas-novas-acontecendo.html' title=''/><author><name>•Thuane•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07414952068730872350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sxTW8dNvTo/Sl0awTFgWVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7QNcO-yy5w4/S220/mimimi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192264766819052044.post-8812878830017711344</id><published>2010-08-26T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T18:44:10.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is crazy.</title><content type='html'>Meu medo por mudanças, hoje se tornou vontade de tê-las. As que eu tinha medo, aconteceram, e não tão ruim quanto eu esperava. Aliás, foi melhor do que pude imaginar.&lt;div&gt; Enquanto antes só chorava e vivia presa à brigas, hoje sou livre para falar - e viver - como eu bem entender. Engraçado que a gente mesmo se priva disso... Por outras coisas, outras pessoas... e quando nós percebemos tudo que deixamos para trás, nos arrependemos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Pelo contrário de todos, eu não me arrependo não. Vivi, amei, sofri. Tudo muito intenso e diferente. Foi ótimo, mas não dá pra prolongar o fim de nada. Eu tentei prolongar durante um ano isso e em troca disso, só passei raiva e chateação. Mas os momentos bons de quando era intenso, eu nuunca vou esquecer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Bom, como já teve um fim tudo isso, vamos ao que está começando agora: Estou adorando minha faculdade, amando cada vez mais meu curso. Claro que o novo emprego ajuda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Ahh, o estágio... Que delícia aquele lugar. Mexer com toda aquela papelada das construções, todos aqueles contratos, ver minha assinatura lá em cada papel lá... é muito legal.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enfim, estou gostando dessa nova fase da minha vida, apesar da saudade de outras fases... mas nostalgias são sempre bem vindas né? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(139, 0, 139); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Façamos da interrupção um caminho novo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(139, 0, 139); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Da queda um passo de dança,&lt;br /&gt;do medo uma escada,&lt;br /&gt;do sonho uma ponte,&lt;br /&gt;da procura um encontro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;  -Fernando Sabino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192264766819052044-8812878830017711344?l=vozes-dela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/feeds/8812878830017711344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192264766819052044&amp;postID=8812878830017711344&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/8812878830017711344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/8812878830017711344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-is-crazy.html' title='Life is crazy.'/><author><name>•Thuane•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07414952068730872350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sxTW8dNvTo/Sl0awTFgWVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7QNcO-yy5w4/S220/mimimi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192264766819052044.post-3168173846881051585</id><published>2010-08-05T15:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T15:10:54.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Parece que tudo agora se encaixa. Tô feliz com as mudanças que fiz e que acontecem atualmente comigo. =)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192264766819052044-3168173846881051585?l=vozes-dela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/feeds/3168173846881051585/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192264766819052044&amp;postID=3168173846881051585&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/3168173846881051585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/3168173846881051585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/2010/08/parece-que-tudo-agora-se-encaixa.html' title=''/><author><name>•Thuane•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07414952068730872350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sxTW8dNvTo/Sl0awTFgWVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7QNcO-yy5w4/S220/mimimi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192264766819052044.post-8660984709257530293</id><published>2010-07-22T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T10:51:01.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 23px; "&gt;E se a porta bateu A saudade que bata Mas eu só paro Quando o coração parar de bater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192264766819052044-8660984709257530293?l=vozes-dela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/feeds/8660984709257530293/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192264766819052044&amp;postID=8660984709257530293&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/8660984709257530293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/8660984709257530293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/2010/07/e-se-porta-bateu-saudade-que-bata-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>•Thuane•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07414952068730872350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sxTW8dNvTo/Sl0awTFgWVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7QNcO-yy5w4/S220/mimimi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192264766819052044.post-6791504411432854583</id><published>2010-07-18T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T19:09:50.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is crazy, I Know baby.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem nostalgias. Sem remorsos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Quanto tempo ainda tenho pra sonhar, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Antes que a desilusão seja plena?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Quantos risos ainda tenho para dar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Antes que em meu rosto só more a tristeza?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;E nada mais além...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;E nada mais nasceu aqui&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Canção:&lt;br /&gt;Você que sempre confundiu o meu pensar&lt;br /&gt;Agora pode me dar tudo e é tão simples&lt;br /&gt;Eu hoje andando senti coisas boas pelo ar&lt;br /&gt;E sei que a força que eu perdi ainda existe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Deitada em meu corpo dorme&lt;br /&gt;A liberdade que você roubou de mim&lt;br /&gt;Está na hora de acordá-la não é tarde!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que estou longe do fim&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Me atire na solidão&lt;br /&gt;Pra que então eu possa cantar&lt;br /&gt;Me atire pedras e beijos, então&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Mas nada me fará ficar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Sei; nem tudo foi triste&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei, nem tudo foi blue&lt;br /&gt;Tudo era uma coisa que eu tentava me esquecer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Enquanto suas mãos buscavam me prender&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;E agora você pode entender...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Que aquele brilho que dançava em meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te afogou em lágrimas de vidro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que cortaram, baby, até te lapidar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;E tua voz soou mais forte em meu ouvido&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Sei que na verdade nada pode separar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor que sinto do que haverei de ter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que rios, lagos também podem se secar...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lágrimas de Vidro - Cartoon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192264766819052044-6791504411432854583?l=vozes-dela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/feeds/6791504411432854583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192264766819052044&amp;postID=6791504411432854583&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/6791504411432854583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/6791504411432854583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-is-crazy-i-know-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>•Thuane•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07414952068730872350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sxTW8dNvTo/Sl0awTFgWVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7QNcO-yy5w4/S220/mimimi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192264766819052044.post-8401848245292191873</id><published>2010-06-07T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T08:34:27.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(163, 163, 163); line-height: 16px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;Thank you for the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt; inspiration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;, thank you for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;all the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;unconditional lov&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt; that carried me for miles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;But most of all, thank you for my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;These were the best of times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt; and I'll miss these day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;But I'll be okay cause your spirit guides my life each day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;M. Portnoy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192264766819052044-8401848245292191873?l=vozes-dela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/feeds/8401848245292191873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192264766819052044&amp;postID=8401848245292191873&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/8401848245292191873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/8401848245292191873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/2010/06/thank-you-for-inspiration-thank-you-for.html' title=''/><author><name>•Thuane•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07414952068730872350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sxTW8dNvTo/Sl0awTFgWVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7QNcO-yy5w4/S220/mimimi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192264766819052044.post-7897013508944630211</id><published>2010-06-06T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T19:34:16.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://abodesignco.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/dancing-house-prague.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 459px; height: 613px;" src="http://abodesignco.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/dancing-house-prague.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#551A8B;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; Obra desconstrutivista de Frank Gehry. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; O mais legal de tudo é que ela foi construída num local que foi bombardeado, em 1945.  Está perto de prédios neobarrocos e neogóticos, ai dá mais contraste ainda. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainda vou para Praga, para conhecer de pertinho 'A Casa Dançante' ou ' Fred (Aistaire) e Ginger (Rogers). =B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192264766819052044-7897013508944630211?l=vozes-dela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/feeds/7897013508944630211/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192264766819052044&amp;postID=7897013508944630211&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/7897013508944630211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/7897013508944630211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/2010/06/frank-gehry-e-sua-obra.html' title=''/><author><name>•Thuane•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07414952068730872350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sxTW8dNvTo/Sl0awTFgWVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7QNcO-yy5w4/S220/mimimi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192264766819052044.post-3141687483698254109</id><published>2010-06-06T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T19:15:45.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sabe, falta de respeito é a coisa mais irritante do mundo.  Seja como for.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192264766819052044-3141687483698254109?l=vozes-dela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/feeds/3141687483698254109/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192264766819052044&amp;postID=3141687483698254109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/3141687483698254109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/3141687483698254109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/2010/06/sabe-falta-de-respeito-e-coisa-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>•Thuane•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07414952068730872350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sxTW8dNvTo/Sl0awTFgWVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7QNcO-yy5w4/S220/mimimi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192264766819052044.post-5578508974836695262</id><published>2010-05-26T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T14:26:20.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E pode passar o tempo que for... ainda falta algo. Algo que pensei que fosse suprido por outrém e muito pelo contrário.&lt;div&gt; E no fim, depois de tantas mudanças, ainda falta conhecer mais pessoas novas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192264766819052044-5578508974836695262?l=vozes-dela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/feeds/5578508974836695262/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192264766819052044&amp;postID=5578508974836695262&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/5578508974836695262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/5578508974836695262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/2010/05/e-pode-passar-o-tempo-que-for.html' title=''/><author><name>•Thuane•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07414952068730872350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sxTW8dNvTo/Sl0awTFgWVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7QNcO-yy5w4/S220/mimimi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192264766819052044.post-2503807031782623210</id><published>2010-05-19T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T16:12:50.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre mim, nesse tempo distante.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/1a/Porcupine_tree_in_absentia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/1a/Porcupine_tree_in_absentia.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1131/1342159520_2e112bab62.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/dione775/R_6SKgvx-yI/AAAAAAAABlE/prxMeInzneM/Porcupine%20Tree[3].jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  Há tempos não venho aqui. Um ano se passou e muita coisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(e ao mesmo tempo nada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;mudou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  Hoje, por exemplo, é mais uma quarta-feira cinzenta, onde após várias coisas, o tédio novamente predomina. Não me pergunte como estou, eu não saberia responder. Mas de uma forma bem resumida só a 'carcaça' da Thuane é a mesma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  Existe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;outras vozes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; dentro de mim agora, fazendo eu ter dúvidas de tudo que fui, do que sou e do que vou ser. Claro, isso todo mundo tem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  Digo que após esse -quase- um ano, muitas opiniões minhas mudaram, meus atos mudaram. Não sei bem se isso é devido ao tempo, idade, sei lá. Sei que eu mudei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Sobre as pessoas ao meu redor... &lt;/i&gt;as opiniões divergem pelo que percebo. Nesse tempo, reconquistei amizades (que se tornaram consideravelmente mais fortes do que antes), conquistei &lt;a href="http://nastyprivate.blogspot.com/"&gt;amizades&lt;/a&gt; que nunca imaginei conquistar... mas também tive conflitos sobre minha nova&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; - nem tanto assim - &lt;/span&gt;personalidade com pessoas extremamente queridas para mim. Encontrei novamente um amor eterno e que dormia sempre ao lado do meu quarto. Alguém que esteve comigo sempre. Que me criou - literalmente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Os Eus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:small;"&gt; Eu me abri mais para o mundo e sei que pude me conhecer mais assim. Sem qualquer arrependimento disso, acredite. Eu precisava disso... e sei que só eu vou entender o porquê, sem julgamentos, sem pedraas, sem brigas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:small;"&gt; Eu percebi até onde poderia chegar, o que eu poderia fazer, de quem eu deveria me aproximar e agir sem pensar em nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:small;"&gt; Eu vi que perdi uma parte de mim... uma parte insegura, uma parte dependente... e que faz falta em certos momentos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:small;"&gt; Mas a segurança que encontrei, as opiniões que criei,  as &lt;i&gt;novas&lt;/i&gt; experiências que vivi... ah... como isso compensa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:small;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E quando vejo tudo que passei (lendo por aqui, relembrando momentos e angústias que eu tinha), percebo o quanto mudei. E o quanto ainda preciso mudar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192264766819052044-2503807031782623210?l=vozes-dela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/feeds/2503807031782623210/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192264766819052044&amp;postID=2503807031782623210&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/2503807031782623210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/2503807031782623210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/2010/05/sobre-mim-nesse-tempo-distante.html' title='Sobre mim, nesse tempo distante.'/><author><name>•Thuane•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07414952068730872350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sxTW8dNvTo/Sl0awTFgWVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7QNcO-yy5w4/S220/mimimi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192264766819052044.post-7790559371192395625</id><published>2009-08-09T14:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T14:49:11.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My love is eternal. I miss u and the time can't  soften this. And no one will fill your place.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[Sei que sou péssima em inglês, mas tentar sempre é válido.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;bjs |:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192264766819052044-7790559371192395625?l=vozes-dela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/feeds/7790559371192395625/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192264766819052044&amp;postID=7790559371192395625&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/7790559371192395625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/7790559371192395625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-love-is-eternal.html' title=''/><author><name>•Thuane•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07414952068730872350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sxTW8dNvTo/Sl0awTFgWVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7QNcO-yy5w4/S220/mimimi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192264766819052044.post-4395927047905617320</id><published>2009-08-06T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T15:10:30.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Morri por aqui. bjs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192264766819052044-4395927047905617320?l=vozes-dela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/feeds/4395927047905617320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192264766819052044&amp;postID=4395927047905617320&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/4395927047905617320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/4395927047905617320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/2009/08/morri-por-aqui.html' title=''/><author><name>•Thuane•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07414952068730872350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sxTW8dNvTo/Sl0awTFgWVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7QNcO-yy5w4/S220/mimimi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192264766819052044.post-3965707403405835811</id><published>2009-07-05T16:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T16:43:46.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuidado.</title><content type='html'>Frágil.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E com sentimentos à (a?) flor da pele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192264766819052044-3965707403405835811?l=vozes-dela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/feeds/3965707403405835811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192264766819052044&amp;postID=3965707403405835811&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/3965707403405835811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/3965707403405835811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/2009/07/cuidado.html' title='Cuidado.'/><author><name>•Thuane•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07414952068730872350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sxTW8dNvTo/Sl0awTFgWVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7QNcO-yy5w4/S220/mimimi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192264766819052044.post-1580586029926270878</id><published>2009-06-30T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T19:20:03.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Modo de usar:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 17px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pode invadir ou chegar com delicadeza, mas não tão devagar que me faça dormir. Não grite comigo, tenho o péssimo hábito de revidar. Acordo pela manhã com ótimo humor, mas sempre querendo dormir um pouquinho mais. Toque muito em mim, principalmente nos cabelos e minta sobre minha nocauteante beleza. Tenho vida própria, me faça sentir saudades, conte algumas coisas que me façam rir, mas não seja preconceituoso, não perca tempo cultivando este tipo de herança de seus pais. Viaje antes de me conhecer, sofra antes de mim para reconhecer-me um porto, um albergue da juventude. Eu saio em conta, você não gastará muito comigo. Acredite nas verdades que digo e também nas mentiras, elas serão raras e sempre por uma boa causa. Respeite meu choro, me deixe sozinha, só volte quando eu chamar e, não me obedeça sempre por que eu também gosto de ser contrariada. (Então fique comigo quando eu chorar, combinado?) Seja mais forte que eu e menos altruísta! Não se vista tão elegantemente... gosto de camisa para fora da calça, gosto de braços, gosto de pernas e muito de pescoço. Reverenciarei tudo em você que estiver a meu gosto: boca, cabelos, os pelos do peito e um joelho esfolado, você tem que se esfolar às vezes, mesmo na sua idade. Leia, escolha seus próprios livros, releia-os. Goste da vida doméstica e dos agitos noturnos, mas seja um pouco caseiro e um pouco da vida, não de boate que isto é coisa de gente triste. Não seja escravo da televisão, nem escravo meu, nem filho meu, nem meu pai. Escolha um papel para você que ainda não tenha sido preenchido e o invente muitas e muitas vezes. Me enlouqueça uma vez por mês, mas me faça uma louca boa, uma louca que ache graça em tudo que rime com louca: loba, boba, rouca, boca... Goste de muita música. Goste de um esporte não muito banal. Deixe eu dirigir a sua moto, aquela que você adora. Quero ver você nervoso, inquieto. Tenha amigos e digam muitas bobagens juntos. Não me conte seus segredos... Me faça massagem nas costas. Beba, chore, eleja algumas contravenções. Me rapte! Mas se nada disso tudo funcionar...experimente me amar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#1B703A;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192264766819052044-1580586029926270878?l=vozes-dela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/feeds/1580586029926270878/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192264766819052044&amp;postID=1580586029926270878&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/1580586029926270878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/1580586029926270878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/2009/06/modo-de-usar.html' title='Modo de usar:'/><author><name>•Thuane•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07414952068730872350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sxTW8dNvTo/Sl0awTFgWVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7QNcO-yy5w4/S220/mimimi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192264766819052044.post-2529898849223306434</id><published>2009-06-26T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:28:13.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>•Cansada;&lt;div&gt;•Sem sono;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•Com aula amanhã (é, de sábado ¬¬);&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•De volta ao ponto de partida (não é nada bom);&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•Gripada;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•Com minhas malditas dores (já estou me acostumando a tê-las);&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•Com saudade;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•Com ciúmes;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•Chateada com a mudança que eu causei em alguém;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•Com birra;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preciso dizer mais?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;¬¬&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192264766819052044-2529898849223306434?l=vozes-dela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/feeds/2529898849223306434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192264766819052044&amp;postID=2529898849223306434&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/2529898849223306434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/2529898849223306434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/2009/06/cansada-sem-sono-com-aula-amanha-e-de.html' title=''/><author><name>•Thuane•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07414952068730872350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sxTW8dNvTo/Sl0awTFgWVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7QNcO-yy5w4/S220/mimimi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192264766819052044.post-3665413044922776894</id><published>2009-06-22T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:32:04.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Qual era a música mais tocada no dia em que você nasceu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joshhosler.biz/NumberOneInHistory/SelectMonth.htm"&gt;Neste site&lt;/a&gt;, você  seleciona o mês e depois o dia do seu nascimento... Feito isso, aparecerá uma lista com a música mais tocada no mundo entre 1891 - 2009. Aí é só olhar o ano em que você nasceu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A minha é a "Nothing Compares 2 U - Sinead O'Connor". Acho que não conheço, mas o nome é bonitinho :) Vou até baixar pra ouvi-la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Engraçado que um ano antes, tocava Like a Prayer da Madonna... hauhahuahua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Curioso também como o nível de música "decaiu" em 2000... :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Arial Narrow';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192264766819052044-3665413044922776894?l=vozes-dela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/feeds/3665413044922776894/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192264766819052044&amp;postID=3665413044922776894&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/3665413044922776894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/3665413044922776894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/2009/06/qual-era-musica-mais-tocada-no-dia-em.html' title='Qual era a música mais tocada no dia em que você nasceu?'/><author><name>•Thuane•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07414952068730872350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sxTW8dNvTo/Sl0awTFgWVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7QNcO-yy5w4/S220/mimimi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192264766819052044.post-7454333011076680414</id><published>2009-06-17T17:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T17:34:57.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciclos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Amigos vêm, amigos vão&lt;br /&gt;Também meu coração em ciclos&lt;br /&gt;Amar alguém, mudar de idéia&lt;br /&gt;Decidir que não valhe a pena,&lt;br /&gt;Assim você também vai em ciclos&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que sabe não diz&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que diz sabe não&lt;br /&gt;E eu vou rodando em ciclos&lt;br /&gt;E quem você nem imaginou&lt;br /&gt;Poderá ser o seu melhor amigo&lt;br /&gt;Assim a vida vai em ciclos&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que sabe não diz&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que diz sabe não&lt;br /&gt;E eu sei que eu vou rodando em ciclos&lt;br /&gt;O corpo é uma roupa que vestimos ao nascer&lt;br /&gt;A morte é vida nova pra alma que vai renascer&lt;br /&gt;E o show continuar em ciclos&lt;br /&gt;Quando up dow ganhar perder&lt;br /&gt;Valeria o mesmo, não há de haver mais ciclos&lt;br /&gt;A rodar em ciclos,&lt;br /&gt;Pra não mais voltar em ciclos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;[Marcelo Costa Santos]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192264766819052044-7454333011076680414?l=vozes-dela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/feeds/7454333011076680414/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192264766819052044&amp;postID=7454333011076680414&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/7454333011076680414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/7454333011076680414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/2009/06/ciclos.html' title='Ciclos.'/><author><name>•Thuane•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07414952068730872350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sxTW8dNvTo/Sl0awTFgWVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7QNcO-yy5w4/S220/mimimi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192264766819052044.post-5637419448070711678</id><published>2009-06-16T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T16:42:15.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Eu gostaria de me importar menos com tudo... como há poucas semanas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192264766819052044-5637419448070711678?l=vozes-dela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/feeds/5637419448070711678/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192264766819052044&amp;postID=5637419448070711678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/5637419448070711678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/5637419448070711678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-gostaria-de-me-importar-menos-com.html' title=''/><author><name>•Thuane•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07414952068730872350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sxTW8dNvTo/Sl0awTFgWVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7QNcO-yy5w4/S220/mimimi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192264766819052044.post-8606190888053214403</id><published>2009-05-09T23:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T23:03:06.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lições de vida.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;h2 class="postTitle" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;Lá vem você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p class="postBody" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Com lições de vida.&lt;br /&gt;Logo você,&lt;br /&gt;Tão dividida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia nega,&lt;br /&gt;Um dia dá.&lt;br /&gt;De noite entrega&lt;br /&gt;Depois de manhã vem cobrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você fosse ao menos mulher&lt;br /&gt;Como o poeta cansou de cantar.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não soube te prender,&lt;br /&gt;Deixa eu poder te soltar.&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Toquinho]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="postBody" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192264766819052044-8606190888053214403?l=vozes-dela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/feeds/8606190888053214403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192264766819052044&amp;postID=8606190888053214403&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/8606190888053214403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/8606190888053214403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/2009/05/licoes-de-vida.html' title='Lições de vida.'/><author><name>•Thuane•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07414952068730872350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sxTW8dNvTo/Sl0awTFgWVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7QNcO-yy5w4/S220/mimimi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192264766819052044.post-4317379755984187359</id><published>2009-04-26T19:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:44:12.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O que fazer quando a mudança que você tanto teme está em suas mãos? Quando você tem a chance de arriscar, mas  tem medo dessas tais mudanças que podem ocorrer?&lt;div&gt;Será que as coisas boas que poderiam vir, vai superar tudo que já está acontecendo? Como será a reação de todos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;como sou covarde ¬¬&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192264766819052044-4317379755984187359?l=vozes-dela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/feeds/4317379755984187359/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192264766819052044&amp;postID=4317379755984187359&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/4317379755984187359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/4317379755984187359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-que-fazer-quando-mudanca-que-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>•Thuane•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07414952068730872350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sxTW8dNvTo/Sl0awTFgWVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7QNcO-yy5w4/S220/mimimi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192264766819052044.post-6098982166771299333</id><published>2009-03-25T21:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T22:16:04.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop.</title><content type='html'>Pausa para estudos, pausa para meu mundo. Pausa para mim.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[e uma boa desculpa para parar de escrever baboseiras aqui nesse blog que conseguiu ser mil vezes pior que o outro].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192264766819052044-6098982166771299333?l=vozes-dela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/feeds/6098982166771299333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192264766819052044&amp;postID=6098982166771299333&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/6098982166771299333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/6098982166771299333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/2009/03/stop.html' title='Stop.'/><author><name>•Thuane•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07414952068730872350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sxTW8dNvTo/Sl0awTFgWVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7QNcO-yy5w4/S220/mimimi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192264766819052044.post-613824190058016923</id><published>2009-03-08T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:16:53.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Então...</title><content type='html'>Tá tudo bem... &lt;div&gt;e lá vamos nós, começar tudo de novo. Dessa vez sem pré-sentimentos, sem esperanças. Apenas esforços (assim espero).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192264766819052044-613824190058016923?l=vozes-dela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/feeds/613824190058016923/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192264766819052044&amp;postID=613824190058016923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/613824190058016923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/613824190058016923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/2009/03/ta-tudo-bem.html' title='Então...'/><author><name>•Thuane•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07414952068730872350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sxTW8dNvTo/Sl0awTFgWVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7QNcO-yy5w4/S220/mimimi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192264766819052044.post-6192170243001286080</id><published>2008-12-28T13:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T14:36:20.248-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nostalgias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejos'/><title type='text'>receita gostosa ok</title><content type='html'>RECEITA DO SPUMONI&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro creme:&lt;br /&gt;1 lata de leite condensado, 1 tala de leite de vaca (?) e 3 gemas passadas na peneira.&lt;br /&gt;Levar ao fogo para engrossar, mexendo sempre. Colocar num pires quando estiver frio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segundo creme:&lt;br /&gt;misturar uma lata de leite de vaca, 2 colheres de açúcar, 4 colheres de sopa de nescau e 3 colheres de sobremesa de maizena. Levar ao fogo para engrossar, mexendo sempre. Não deixar engrossar muito, colocar num pires sobre o 1º creme quando estiver um pouco frio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terceiro creme:&lt;br /&gt;bater 3 claras em neve, acrescentar 5 colheres de sopa de açúcar e continuar batendo, até o ponto de suspiro. Acrescentar 1 lata de creme de leite e misturar devagar. Colocar sobre o segundo creme.&lt;br /&gt;Levar tudo ao freezer e retirar +- meia hora antes do consumo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rendimento : um pote de sorvete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192264766819052044-6192170243001286080?l=vozes-dela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/feeds/6192170243001286080/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192264766819052044&amp;postID=6192170243001286080&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/6192170243001286080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/6192170243001286080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/2008/12/receita-gostosa-ok.html' title='receita gostosa ok'/><author><name>•Thuane•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07414952068730872350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sxTW8dNvTo/Sl0awTFgWVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7QNcO-yy5w4/S220/mimimi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192264766819052044.post-2590054917086560634</id><published>2008-12-15T22:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:33:31.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>só cansada...</title><content type='html'>To cansada... de muita coisa.&lt;br /&gt;de ficar esperando coisas acontecerem por não ser eu que tenha que fazer acontecer e nem saber quem tem que fazer.&lt;br /&gt;To cansada...  de tudo. Puta vida tediosa a minha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192264766819052044-2590054917086560634?l=vozes-dela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/feeds/2590054917086560634/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192264766819052044&amp;postID=2590054917086560634&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/2590054917086560634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/2590054917086560634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/2008/12/s-cansada.html' title='só cansada...'/><author><name>•Thuane•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07414952068730872350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sxTW8dNvTo/Sl0awTFgWVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7QNcO-yy5w4/S220/mimimi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192264766819052044.post-6943647203943954940</id><published>2008-12-04T07:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T07:40:50.185-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nostalgias'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saudade é amar um passado que ainda não passou,&lt;br /&gt;é recusar um presente que nos machuca,&lt;br /&gt;é não ver o futuro que nos convida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade é sentir que existe o que não existe mais...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192264766819052044-6943647203943954940?l=vozes-dela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/feeds/6943647203943954940/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192264766819052044&amp;postID=6943647203943954940&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/6943647203943954940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/6943647203943954940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/2008/12/saudade-amar-um-passado-que-ainda-no.html' title=''/><author><name>•Thuane•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07414952068730872350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sxTW8dNvTo/Sl0awTFgWVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7QNcO-yy5w4/S220/mimimi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192264766819052044.post-9040315944201671915</id><published>2008-12-03T07:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T07:33:58.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ò_ó</title><content type='html'>grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192264766819052044-9040315944201671915?l=vozes-dela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/feeds/9040315944201671915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192264766819052044&amp;postID=9040315944201671915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/9040315944201671915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/9040315944201671915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/2008/12/grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.html' title='ò_ó'/><author><name>•Thuane•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07414952068730872350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sxTW8dNvTo/Sl0awTFgWVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7QNcO-yy5w4/S220/mimimi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192264766819052044.post-1492843427229017111</id><published>2008-11-30T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T17:26:35.289-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejos'/><title type='text'>Sentimentos friamente calculados.</title><content type='html'>Odeio ter alguns tipos de sentimentos... principalmente os que eu tento, mas não consigo evitar... nem me controlar.  Quero ficar na pegada do chapolin com meus sentimentos. |:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192264766819052044-1492843427229017111?l=vozes-dela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/feeds/1492843427229017111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192264766819052044&amp;postID=1492843427229017111&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/1492843427229017111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/1492843427229017111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/2008/11/sentimentos-friamente-calculados.html' title='Sentimentos friamente calculados.'/><author><name>•Thuane•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07414952068730872350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sxTW8dNvTo/Sl0awTFgWVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7QNcO-yy5w4/S220/mimimi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192264766819052044.post-2149684730078412975</id><published>2008-11-23T20:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T09:20:44.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ação!</title><content type='html'>Cada dia que passa, me torno cada vez mais coadjuvante...&lt;br /&gt;Jájá, bem em breve mesmo, me tornarei a figurante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso fazer meu proprio filme... mas como?! Não sei fazer meus próprios roteiros... Nunca dá certo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[e a saudade dos velhos tempos ainda continua... a saudade dos  tempos em que confiança era a base de tudo... que você sabia que podia contar comigo além de tudo, além até dos meus receios.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192264766819052044-2149684730078412975?l=vozes-dela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/feeds/2149684730078412975/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192264766819052044&amp;postID=2149684730078412975&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/2149684730078412975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/2149684730078412975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/2008/11/cada-dia-que-passa-me-torno-cada-vez.html' title='Ação!'/><author><name>•Thuane•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07414952068730872350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sxTW8dNvTo/Sl0awTFgWVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7QNcO-yy5w4/S220/mimimi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192264766819052044.post-2872354991021529009</id><published>2008-11-18T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:19:39.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c6c6c6;"&gt;Oi, hoje faz três anos que conheci  a melhor pessoa do mundo. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tchau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192264766819052044-2872354991021529009?l=vozes-dela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/feeds/2872354991021529009/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192264766819052044&amp;postID=2872354991021529009&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/2872354991021529009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/2872354991021529009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/2008/11/oi-hoje-faz-trs-anos-que-conheci-melhor.html' title=''/><author><name>•Thuane•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07414952068730872350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sxTW8dNvTo/Sl0awTFgWVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7QNcO-yy5w4/S220/mimimi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192264766819052044.post-6545305173590570803</id><published>2008-11-13T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:12:12.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Termina-se um ciclo. Começa outro.&lt;br /&gt;Assinala-se essa mudança de várias maneiras, mas a mais marcante é operada por forças exteriores no nosso quotidiano. Em última instância, dentro de nós.&lt;br /&gt;Depois da revolução, tudo pousará lentamente e encontrará o seu lugar no mundo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192264766819052044-6545305173590570803?l=vozes-dela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/feeds/6545305173590570803/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192264766819052044&amp;postID=6545305173590570803&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/6545305173590570803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/6545305173590570803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/2008/11/termina-se-um-ciclo.html' title=''/><author><name>•Thuane•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07414952068730872350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sxTW8dNvTo/Sl0awTFgWVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7QNcO-yy5w4/S220/mimimi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192264766819052044.post-2596840973066884132</id><published>2008-11-07T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T14:53:09.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its time to make a change.</title><content type='html'>Daqui a doze horas tudo pode ficar diferente... pra melhor ou pior. Estou com muito medo, até mais do que das outras vezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            [Tenho medo de tempestades... principalmente de trovões].&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192264766819052044-2596840973066884132?l=vozes-dela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/feeds/2596840973066884132/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192264766819052044&amp;postID=2596840973066884132&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/2596840973066884132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/2596840973066884132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/2008/11/daqui-doze-horas-tudo-pode-ficar.html' title='Its time to make a change.'/><author><name>•Thuane•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07414952068730872350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sxTW8dNvTo/Sl0awTFgWVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7QNcO-yy5w4/S220/mimimi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192264766819052044.post-7647265873238222184</id><published>2008-11-02T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:47:53.830-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejos'/><title type='text'>Os sinais que só você vê.</title><content type='html'>Às vezes há vários sinais nas coisas mais simples ao seu redor... você só precisa saber observar.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, não sei se por acaso ou não, mas descobri um... Uma mensagem que veio à minha cabeça assim que terminei de ver uma coisa...&lt;br /&gt;E é verdade. Mesmo que muitas pessoas já tenham me dito isso, falado frequentemente... Eu precisava perceber sozinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só depende de mim e do tamanho da minha força. E o tamanho da minha força é diretamente proporcional ao tamanho do sucesso alcançado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frases de caminhão? Sei lá... mas isso vai fazer eu dormir melhor agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[nada ficou muito definido aqui, depois faço um post melhor... deixa esse para eu não perder esse brainstorm.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192264766819052044-7647265873238222184?l=vozes-dela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/feeds/7647265873238222184/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192264766819052044&amp;postID=7647265873238222184&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/7647265873238222184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/7647265873238222184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/2008/11/s-vezes-h-vrios-sinais-nas-coisas-mais.html' title='Os sinais que só você vê.'/><author><name>•Thuane•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07414952068730872350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sxTW8dNvTo/Sl0awTFgWVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7QNcO-yy5w4/S220/mimimi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192264766819052044.post-8426768312575714654</id><published>2008-10-30T16:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T19:11:33.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A realidade que vem depois...</title><content type='html'>Não é bem aquela que planejei. Eu quero sempre mais... e espero sempre mais... de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192264766819052044-8426768312575714654?l=vozes-dela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/feeds/8426768312575714654/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192264766819052044&amp;postID=8426768312575714654&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/8426768312575714654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/8426768312575714654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/2008/10/realidade-que-vem-depois.html' title='A realidade que vem depois...'/><author><name>•Thuane•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07414952068730872350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sxTW8dNvTo/Sl0awTFgWVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7QNcO-yy5w4/S220/mimimi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192264766819052044.post-4363080327765476953</id><published>2008-10-29T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:44:04.993-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejos'/><title type='text'>Segredos.</title><content type='html'>De alguma maneira, desejo que um dia eu possa saber de tudo... tudo que você me esconde, tudo que você evita. Pois, de alguma maneira, foi essa curiosidade que fez com que eu me aproximasse de você, uma pessoa deveras intrigante. E desse desejo ainda não esqueci. Na verdade, ele cresce a cada dia... sempre mais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192264766819052044-4363080327765476953?l=vozes-dela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/feeds/4363080327765476953/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192264766819052044&amp;postID=4363080327765476953&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/4363080327765476953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/4363080327765476953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/2008/10/de-alguma-maneira-desejo-que-um-dia-eu.html' title='Segredos.'/><author><name>•Thuane•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07414952068730872350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sxTW8dNvTo/Sl0awTFgWVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7QNcO-yy5w4/S220/mimimi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192264766819052044.post-493067108484432896</id><published>2008-10-27T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T15:47:42.689-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejos'/><title type='text'>Aqueles contidos.</title><content type='html'>E agora vejo que toda minha consideração foi em vão e mais do que nunca desejo o oposto de tudo que sempre quis evitar, talvez por peso na consciência, talvez por pena alheia.&lt;br /&gt;É, pena. E nada pior do que sentir pena de quem após perdas incomensuráveis, ficou sem ninguém. Porque comigo ela não pode contar mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E esse desejo, eu faço questão de realizá-lo o mais breve possível.  O desejo de me manter longe o bastante de quem não sabe nada sobre mim, mesmo com tantos anos de convivência.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192264766819052044-493067108484432896?l=vozes-dela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/feeds/493067108484432896/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192264766819052044&amp;postID=493067108484432896&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/493067108484432896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/493067108484432896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/2008/10/e-agora-vejo-que-toda-minha-considerao.html' title='Aqueles contidos.'/><author><name>•Thuane•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07414952068730872350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sxTW8dNvTo/Sl0awTFgWVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7QNcO-yy5w4/S220/mimimi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192264766819052044.post-4107519287370117827</id><published>2008-10-26T07:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:13:50.353-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejos'/><title type='text'>Desejo.</title><content type='html'>Cansei de ser a figurante de alguma dessas história que me cercam... quero sentir que sou a personagem principal, que a história rode um pouco em torno de mim. Quero ser a mocinha da vez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192264766819052044-4107519287370117827?l=vozes-dela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/feeds/4107519287370117827/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192264766819052044&amp;postID=4107519287370117827&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/4107519287370117827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/4107519287370117827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/2008/10/desejo.html' title='Desejo.'/><author><name>•Thuane•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07414952068730872350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sxTW8dNvTo/Sl0awTFgWVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7QNcO-yy5w4/S220/mimimi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192264766819052044.post-882423877650360709</id><published>2008-10-25T23:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T07:44:01.211-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nostalgias'/><title type='text'>Um brinde à nostalgia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sxTW8dNvTo/SQQUQLkzjPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/dw1x4laLVc0/s1600-h/1224034517943_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sxTW8dNvTo/SQQUQLkzjPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/dw1x4laLVc0/s200/1224034517943_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261352532893207794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando os tempos passaram, mas ainda não sairam da sua cabeça... Detalhes que você lembra e sente saudade, mesmo sendo a coadjuvante da história.&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo era mais fácil do que agora... quando podíamos contar e ver quem queríamos.&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo parece que foi em vão para todos, menos para você.&lt;br /&gt;Quando você é a única que parece se importar com o rumo que tudo tomou.&lt;br /&gt;Quando você realmente queria que o tempo fosse cíclico naquela época.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... a grande nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;A nostalgia que me faz debulhar em lágrimas nesse exato momento... Que faz com que eu não me sinta importante na vida de quem é muito importante pra mim. Que eu me sinta uma idiota por escrever isso agora. Por fazer eu querer reviver o passado milhares de vezes... mesmo quando nessa época, não parecia perfeito pra mim. Quem está feliz com tudo não é?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes queria não ter memória, muito menos sentimentos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192264766819052044-882423877650360709?l=vozes-dela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/feeds/882423877650360709/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192264766819052044&amp;postID=882423877650360709&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/882423877650360709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192264766819052044/posts/default/882423877650360709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vozes-dela.blogspot.com/2008/10/merda-da-nostalgia.html' title='Um brinde à nostalgia.'/><author><name>•Thuane•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07414952068730872350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sxTW8dNvTo/Sl0awTFgWVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7QNcO-yy5w4/S220/mimimi+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sxTW8dNvTo/SQQUQLkzjPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/dw1x4laLVc0/s72-c/1224034517943_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
