<?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-8726480329035412396</id><updated>2012-01-05T17:08:48.148-08:00</updated><category term='da alma'/><category term='peraltices'/><category term='musica'/><category term='devaneios'/><category term='blogagem coletiva'/><category term='teatro de torneado'/><category term='jornalismo'/><category term='realidade inconteste'/><category term='adogo'/><category term='sonhos'/><category term='mae'/><category term='music'/><category term='saudade'/><category term='sonhos e devaneios'/><category term='amor'/><category term='formatura'/><category term='alegria'/><category term='fim'/><category term='do coração'/><category term='vida'/><category term='infância'/><category term='doideras'/><category term='janela'/><category term='http://abraaosousa.blogspot.com'/><category term='beijo'/><category term='cancioneiro'/><category term='amigo'/><category term='diario'/><category term='faculdade'/><category term='2012 realidade'/><category term='desejo'/><category term='filho'/><category term='universo'/><category term='criança'/><category term='karallargá'/><category term='etapa'/><category term='verdade'/><category term='leituras'/><category term='primeiro encontro'/><category term='love'/><category term='saudades'/><category term='futuro'/><title type='text'>Memorial de Sonhos</title><subtitle type='html'>Devaneios de uma mente confusa e perdida entre seus desejos e a realidade.
 Um sonho e um desejo... Sejam mil vezes bem vindos e sempre donos de suas vontades!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>356</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-4069101439596290366</id><published>2012-01-03T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T18:00:39.825-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012 realidade'/><title type='text'>Do ano que iniciou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i3X5EVCb0X0/TwOyMXKewLI/AAAAAAAAA_U/uK17BJFEbtc/s1600/102_2096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i3X5EVCb0X0/TwOyMXKewLI/AAAAAAAAA_U/uK17BJFEbtc/s320/102_2096.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;promete que vem com alegria e me tras um punhado de coisas boas... garanto retribuir sempre assim com um sorriso largo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-4069101439596290366?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4069101439596290366/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2012/01/do-ano-que-iniciou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/4069101439596290366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/4069101439596290366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2012/01/do-ano-que-iniciou.html' title='Do ano que iniciou...'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i3X5EVCb0X0/TwOyMXKewLI/AAAAAAAAA_U/uK17BJFEbtc/s72-c/102_2096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-2428546651847534003</id><published>2011-11-18T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T18:18:41.745-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faculdade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futuro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etapa'/><title type='text'>Outra página virada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GkuJsLK06Bc/TscRBrbqVbI/AAAAAAAAA-o/sCoyZGm9IkQ/s1600/Foto0815.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GkuJsLK06Bc/TscRBrbqVbI/AAAAAAAAA-o/sCoyZGm9IkQ/s320/Foto0815.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;E é assim que acaba mais um capítulo... Após quatro anos de luta e muitas noites de sono perdidas, sai a ultima nota, da ultima prova da faculdade...PASSEI!!&lt;br /&gt;E agora?? Sim que sou uma jornalista formada não só mais com o coração, mas agora acadêmicamente, isso eu já sei, que minhas noites de sono serão um pouco mais extensas porqur não existem mais trabalhos pra entregar, isso eu também sei, que não vou ver as meninas mais todas as noites e rir muito ao lado delas... isso é duro de aceitar, mas também já sei...&lt;br /&gt;Caramba, o que eu faço?? Um emprego bacana, isso eu vou buscar, aqueles milhares de livros e filmes que eu não pude me deleitar...uhm acho que vou aproveitar e colocar isso em ordem...&lt;br /&gt;Mas do futuro mesmo não sei muita coisa não...a unica coisa que tenho certeza, eu não vou aguentar muito tempo longe da vida acadêmica não!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-2428546651847534003?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2428546651847534003/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/11/outra-pagina-virada.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/2428546651847534003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/2428546651847534003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/11/outra-pagina-virada.html' title='Outra página virada'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GkuJsLK06Bc/TscRBrbqVbI/AAAAAAAAA-o/sCoyZGm9IkQ/s72-c/Foto0815.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-3452827361708890746</id><published>2011-11-15T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T18:53:20.895-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>sonata 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Swku0yp2cVc/TsMDBjtBZzI/AAAAAAAAA-g/dGz9nAj4CWY/s1600/Foto0811.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Swku0yp2cVc/TsMDBjtBZzI/AAAAAAAAA-g/dGz9nAj4CWY/s320/Foto0811.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Não sei por que minha mente confusa insiste em lembrar de você como se nada mais tivesse importancia.... Quero que você sabia que causou loucuras com minha mente, mas eu não sei por quanto tempo vou aguentar essa loucura na minha mente... Não sei se quero você por completo ou assim pela metade.... Quero teu gosto e teu cheiro mais uma vez impregnado na minha pele...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-3452827361708890746?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/3452827361708890746/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/11/nao-sei-por-que-minha-mente-confusa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/3452827361708890746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/3452827361708890746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/11/nao-sei-por-que-minha-mente-confusa.html' title='sonata 1'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Swku0yp2cVc/TsMDBjtBZzI/AAAAAAAAA-g/dGz9nAj4CWY/s72-c/Foto0811.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-2721525529888772795</id><published>2011-11-13T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T16:05:32.347-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do coração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='da alma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>#vendooutroco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SH5GvhVWjjE/TsBawfuoUpI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/6Oz_1YVZ-iU/s1600/Foto0792.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SH5GvhVWjjE/TsBawfuoUpI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/6Oz_1YVZ-iU/s320/Foto0792.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pois vou vender meu coração, não quero mais ficar com ele não. Posso trocar por um aparelinho que bombardeie sangue ao corpo?? Sim pois um aparelinho eletrônico me daria menos trabalho que o coração...Não me faria sofrer nem de dor nem de amor...&lt;br /&gt;Eu não seria assim toda sentimentalóide e não estaria me apaixonando por um cara que nem mesmo me vê como alguém além de diversão....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-2721525529888772795?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2721525529888772795/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/11/vendooutroco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/2721525529888772795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/2721525529888772795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/11/vendooutroco.html' title='#vendooutroco'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SH5GvhVWjjE/TsBawfuoUpI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/6Oz_1YVZ-iU/s72-c/Foto0792.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-7102996593001057574</id><published>2011-10-10T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T19:26:22.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meu ego</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jypz3n5Odnw/TpOoWAIz4LI/AAAAAAAAA9o/LBAlqwljTyg/s1600/102_1643.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jypz3n5Odnw/TpOoWAIz4LI/AAAAAAAAA9o/LBAlqwljTyg/s320/102_1643.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Deseja meu corpo como deseja a liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Respira o ar e devolve humildade...&lt;br /&gt;Teu gosto prendeu em mim como algo que não consigo explicar...&lt;br /&gt;Um gosto de querer mais sem saber o porque, de desejar sem ter motivo lógico... &lt;br /&gt;De sonhar me perder por entre teus dedos, tua boca e teu corpo nem que seja apenas mais algumas horas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Dentro dela tem um coração bobo, que é sempre capaz de amar e de acreditar outra vez." C.F.A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-7102996593001057574?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/7102996593001057574/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/10/meu-ego.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/7102996593001057574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/7102996593001057574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/10/meu-ego.html' title='meu ego'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jypz3n5Odnw/TpOoWAIz4LI/AAAAAAAAA9o/LBAlqwljTyg/s72-c/102_1643.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-1156302517342847344</id><published>2011-09-11T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T20:01:24.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonhos e devaneios'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>deja vu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LVAyXn6BBTU/Tm11Vyi_6hI/AAAAAAAAA9k/zRUL6K5PSnQ/s1600/IMG0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LVAyXn6BBTU/Tm11Vyi_6hI/AAAAAAAAA9k/zRUL6K5PSnQ/s320/IMG0003.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;sonhei... talvez um sonho que não me seja permitido ser sonhado mas sonhei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;tive colapsos, tive loucura e muita vontade de gritar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;parei olhei nos teus olhos e beijei tua boca de maneira deseperadora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;então acordei pois sonhava um sonho que não me era permitido sonhar...﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-1156302517342847344?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/1156302517342847344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/09/deja-vu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/1156302517342847344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/1156302517342847344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/09/deja-vu.html' title='deja vu'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LVAyXn6BBTU/Tm11Vyi_6hI/AAAAAAAAA9k/zRUL6K5PSnQ/s72-c/IMG0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-3049450691501569345</id><published>2011-08-28T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T18:30:19.490-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancioneiro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Violão e pássaros</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JegA2acJx-4/Tlrqdd24v-I/AAAAAAAAA9U/Bz5TkBWDFmE/s1600/arritmia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JegA2acJx-4/Tlrqdd24v-I/AAAAAAAAA9U/Bz5TkBWDFmE/s320/arritmia.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;cena do espetáculo Arritmia com o núcleo da Fundação das Artes de São Caetano do Sul&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Cancioneiro querido, amado e desejado por andas com sua voz, seu cordel emaranhado... Sinto saudades de tua voz, sinto saudades de nossas risadas sem compromisso... Sinto saudade da liberdade que você me dava quanto tocava e me deixava a bailar pelo salão, girando como louc, como amante, como menina, como um pássaro! sim, eu sou um pássaro que sem sua voz fica preso dentro de uma gaiola...Amigo cancioneiro, não se esqueça que te espero todos os dias sentada na janela... Quando voltar, teu violão te espera no mesmo lugar e meu olhar de menina irá voltar a te admirar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-3049450691501569345?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/3049450691501569345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/08/violao-e-passaros.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/3049450691501569345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/3049450691501569345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/08/violao-e-passaros.html' title='Violão e pássaros'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JegA2acJx-4/Tlrqdd24v-I/AAAAAAAAA9U/Bz5TkBWDFmE/s72-c/arritmia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-3463054481698454344</id><published>2011-08-14T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T19:53:52.738-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>carmim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2t7oVGhDqMY/TkiJ0SnCNAI/AAAAAAAAA9M/VDyA6VMy8wc/s1600/petalas4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2t7oVGhDqMY/TkiJ0SnCNAI/AAAAAAAAA9M/VDyA6VMy8wc/s1600/petalas4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;amo com a intensidade do vento quando bate nas águas do mar e rebate nas pedras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;desejo como um passaro quando se depara com fruto cheio de sementes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sinto como a rosa que despedaça na mão dos amantes quando se encontram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-3463054481698454344?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/3463054481698454344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/08/carmim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/3463054481698454344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/3463054481698454344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/08/carmim.html' title='carmim'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2t7oVGhDqMY/TkiJ0SnCNAI/AAAAAAAAA9M/VDyA6VMy8wc/s72-c/petalas4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-1793105570645730964</id><published>2011-07-25T10:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T10:39:52.792-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teatro de torneado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade inconteste'/><title type='text'>cortina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6MAWDQps9Y/TMRqWJwX2VI/AAAAAAAAANY/qVgrh7oQkeU/s1600/TeatroNovelli1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6MAWDQps9Y/TMRqWJwX2VI/AAAAAAAAANY/qVgrh7oQkeU/s320/TeatroNovelli1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a cortina está aberta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vamos minha gente não temos tempo a perder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;corram todos e aproveitem mais este espetáculo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;provindo do sonho que virou realidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peter,João e Miguel e mais todas as crianças perdidas que irão de nos levar para o céu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-1793105570645730964?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/1793105570645730964/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/07/cortina.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/1793105570645730964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/1793105570645730964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/07/cortina.html' title='cortina'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6MAWDQps9Y/TMRqWJwX2VI/AAAAAAAAANY/qVgrh7oQkeU/s72-c/TeatroNovelli1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-61438500820037943</id><published>2011-07-16T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T20:41:14.678-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infância'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://abraaosousa.blogspot.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leituras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogagem coletiva'/><title type='text'>"Blogagem Coletiva: Minhas Primeiras Leituras"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.mercadolivre.com.br/jm/img?s=MLB&amp;amp;f=71909221_6663.jpg&amp;amp;v=P" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" m$="true" src="http://img.mercadolivre.com.br/jm/img?s=MLB&amp;amp;f=71909221_6663.jpg&amp;amp;v=P" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;E foi neste instante, em que a arte encontrou a vida e marcou de maneira estranha...&lt;br /&gt;Lembro-me como se fosse hoje, na quinta série uma professora de lingua portuguesa propôs que os alunos fizessem uma troca de livros dentro de uma lista que ela havia disponibilizado. Eu como dramática que sou escolhi Uma Luz no Fim do Túnel, pois o título me chamara a atenção...Mal sabia eu que aquele livro naquele momento teria um significado ímpar em minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;A narrativa conta a história de um jovem que acaba envolvido com drogas e tem uma série de desventuras por conta disso, coincidentemente uma pessoa muito querida minha passava pelo mesmo problema na época, pode parecer loucura mas o livro me ajudou muito a enfrentar o problema e encontrar uma forma de ajudar, de ser útil... Para quem possa interessar, essa pessoa de grande estima minha hoje está muito bem, mas minha vida mudou pois percebi que a arte imita a vida neste livro, dali pra frente cada leitura ganhou um sabor novo, diferente, cheio de mistérios e desejos...Letras, palavras, sentenças e capitulos... imagens construidas no meu imagicário que me tornam uma criança, uma heroina,uma fada ou uma bruxa...Dependendo do momento, do desejo e da história que acompanha minha vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-61438500820037943?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/61438500820037943/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/07/blogagem-coletiva-minhas-primeiras.html#comment-form' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/61438500820037943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/61438500820037943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/07/blogagem-coletiva-minhas-primeiras.html' title='&quot;Blogagem Coletiva: Minhas Primeiras Leituras&quot;'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-8836436006619735312</id><published>2011-07-05T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T19:58:57.655-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade inconteste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>mais uma de amor...</title><content type='html'>... Me deixo levar pela saudade e peço que me entregue a você... Ela não me escuta, teima em me fazer flutuar por entre os sonhos em que você esta&amp;nbsp; comigo...&lt;br /&gt;A farse foi dita e ecoava por entre os pensamentos dela... Tanto tempo se passara e nunca ela tinha tido tanta certeza como naquele instante, ela quer estar ao lado dele.&lt;br /&gt;Não por luxo, nem por prazer,mas talvez por amor... A torre que tantaz vezes a feria com esse sentimento doloroso que marcas deixou, conhecia ele e parecia que aprovava desta vez. A torre parecia não mais machucar, parecia por hora acariciar a face e fazer com que ela não mais chorasse.&lt;br /&gt;Desta vez poderia estar em busca de algo dificil, sim muito dificil, mas real, puro e verdadeiro...&lt;br /&gt;Um amor de palavras, poemas, trovas e cantigas... Um amor de abraços, beijos, carinhos e caricias... Mas acima de tudo um amor de alma, de sorrisos, de coração batendo mais forte de boca seca por medo, de vinho quente e chocolate a noite, ou taças de tinto gelado com pedaços de pizza...&lt;br /&gt;Um amor de teatro, nevela e filme, de exposição, de pinacotecas, de museus, parque em que se lê poesias ao pé do ouvido... Um amor que todos deveriam um dia querer, desejar e ter...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-8836436006619735312?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/8836436006619735312/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/07/mais-uma-de-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/8836436006619735312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/8836436006619735312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/07/mais-uma-de-amor.html' title='mais uma de amor...'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-7256115729197755298</id><published>2011-06-26T13:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T13:19:49.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>amado</title><content type='html'>amado é o medo de estar fazendo a escolha certa por motivos errados...&lt;br /&gt;meu coração deseja A e minha mente diz que é melhor B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-7256115729197755298?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/7256115729197755298/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/06/amado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/7256115729197755298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/7256115729197755298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/06/amado.html' title='amado'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-6510185440015154730</id><published>2011-06-21T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T19:11:13.279-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade inconteste'/><title type='text'>luto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gayUs6bRbdY/TgFOXHs79sI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/MFpwvFemOEo/s1600/IMG0004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gayUs6bRbdY/TgFOXHs79sI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/MFpwvFemOEo/s1600/IMG0004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;menina moleca por que esse sorriso de lado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;não chore, nem fique triste...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;as vezes esses choques são necessários...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;é triste parar pra pensar na fragilidade do ser humano, uma pessoa que sorri do teu lado em um minuto pode estar lá longe em outro.. Tá certo eu não era amiga do garoto, mas não posso me conformar com tamanha injustiça... ele morreu por que alguém foi coverde o suficiente pra apertar o gatilho, e agora muitos por aqui choram de tristeza e até desespero...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Quantos ainda terão que morrer pra que algo seja realmente feito?? Meu Deus te peço paz a essa familia, conforto aos amigos e muita sabedoria pra que eles lidem com tudo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;do mais peço justiça...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-6510185440015154730?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/6510185440015154730/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/06/luto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/6510185440015154730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/6510185440015154730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/06/luto.html' title='luto'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gayUs6bRbdY/TgFOXHs79sI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/MFpwvFemOEo/s72-c/IMG0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-6084037001764833</id><published>2011-06-14T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T19:29:03.056-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='formatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jornalismo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fim'/><title type='text'>fim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.portalsaofrancisco.com.br/alfa/abril/imagens/jornalismo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.portalsaofrancisco.com.br/alfa/abril/imagens/jornalismo.jpg" t8="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e o fim está próximo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cada vez mais próximo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sinto borboletas no estomago e uma louca vontade de gritar de alegria...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mais seis meses e terei meu diploma de jornalista....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-6084037001764833?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/6084037001764833/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/06/fim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/6084037001764833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/6084037001764833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/06/fim.html' title='fim...'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-6907940264700448958</id><published>2011-06-09T21:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T21:18:44.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cZ2H7KN4gdU/TC5kF9E4BeI/AAAAAAAAAuc/A1WWIWouv_w/s1600/mor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cZ2H7KN4gdU/TC5kF9E4BeI/AAAAAAAAAuc/A1WWIWouv_w/s320/mor.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;fechei meus olhos e senti o sussurro da sua voz no meu ouvido dizendo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;me ame essa noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;acordei com a brisa da noite invadindo meu corpo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;foi apenas um sonho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-6907940264700448958?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/6907940264700448958/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/06/fechei-meus-olhos-e-senti-o-sussurro-da.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/6907940264700448958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/6907940264700448958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/06/fechei-meus-olhos-e-senti-o-sussurro-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cZ2H7KN4gdU/TC5kF9E4BeI/AAAAAAAAAuc/A1WWIWouv_w/s72-c/mor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-5876809407607610100</id><published>2011-05-29T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T13:25:33.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_yVHQHabOw/TeKq64iMKJI/AAAAAAAAA6s/ga1r_B5zQiQ/s1600/222.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="279" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_yVHQHabOw/TeKq64iMKJI/AAAAAAAAA6s/ga1r_B5zQiQ/s320/222.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;um dia quando as folhas secarem e o verde das plantas não for mais o mesmo, lembre-se te quis como uma mulher quer a um homem e você me desprezou como muitos homens fazem com as pedras...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-5876809407607610100?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/5876809407607610100/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/05/um-dia-quando-as-folhas-secarem-e-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/5876809407607610100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/5876809407607610100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/05/um-dia-quando-as-folhas-secarem-e-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_yVHQHabOw/TeKq64iMKJI/AAAAAAAAA6s/ga1r_B5zQiQ/s72-c/222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-2457061161632600537</id><published>2011-05-27T19:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T19:30:56.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ao1omf3alhY/TeBbPOqrvZI/AAAAAAAAA6o/lojPbG_Qe8w/s1600/15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ao1omf3alhY/TeBbPOqrvZI/AAAAAAAAA6o/lojPbG_Qe8w/s320/15.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;pra quem sabe ler.... pingo no i é letra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-2457061161632600537?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2457061161632600537/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/05/pra-quem-sabe-ler.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/2457061161632600537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/2457061161632600537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/05/pra-quem-sabe-ler.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ao1omf3alhY/TeBbPOqrvZI/AAAAAAAAA6o/lojPbG_Qe8w/s72-c/15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-7663296101346332248</id><published>2011-05-19T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T17:11:24.123-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade inconteste'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Condição natural do ser humano: mentir&amp;nbsp; e trazer sofrimento aos outros, certo? &lt;br /&gt;ERRADO!&lt;br /&gt;Apenas as pessoas&amp;nbsp; desalmadas e imbecis desse mundo utilizam-se dessa teoria.&lt;br /&gt;Usar do bom coração de algumas pessoas para se vingar ou esuqecer outras é a maneira mais suja de uma pessoa fazer alguém feliz, ou supostamente feliz...Sim feliz é um estado de espírito, as vezes um limão não é o suficiente para alguém fazer uma limonada...&lt;br /&gt;Um coração só ferido não é também o suficiente para outras se sentirem donas da verdade...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-7663296101346332248?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/7663296101346332248/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/05/condicao-natural-do-ser-humano-mentir-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/7663296101346332248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/7663296101346332248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/05/condicao-natural-do-ser-humano-mentir-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-5139778137249319157</id><published>2011-05-14T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T21:23:24.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>palavras,sons,cigarros,vinho,lagrimas...isso me consomiu nos dias que se seguiram desde que não tenho mais a ti...aos poucosa o vinho acaba, o cigarro apaga e eu retomo minha vida...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-5139778137249319157?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/5139778137249319157/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/05/palavrassonscigarrosvinholagrimas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/5139778137249319157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/5139778137249319157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/05/palavrassonscigarrosvinholagrimas.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-9210005796317156125</id><published>2011-04-24T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T20:33:07.667-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade inconteste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>digo a ti...</title><content type='html'>...dedilho as folhas como se fossem tua pele desejando cada vez mais sentir e tocar tua face novamente...&lt;br /&gt;não é lirismo puro é essencia é vida é desejo &lt;br /&gt;talvez sejam palavras pra ti nesse instante desconexas mas que na minha mente fazem mais sentido que todos, absolutamente todos os vãos momentos de outrora... grito por ti, por mim, por nós...pelo momento,pelo desejo,pelo amor,pela dor,pela lagrima,pelo sorriso e por tudo absolutamente tudo de mais puro,belo,santo,casto ou não que possa existir nesse plano que estamos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-9210005796317156125?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/9210005796317156125/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/04/digo-ti.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/9210005796317156125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/9210005796317156125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/04/digo-ti.html' title='digo a ti...'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-8373368671629856940</id><published>2011-04-20T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T21:02:01.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ponto e virgula</title><content type='html'>A inteligência do ser humano permite que&amp;nbsp; aos poucos ele tome consciencia da vida e escolha o que quer do seu futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Na teoria é assim, mas na prática nem sempre...&lt;br /&gt;O ser humano tem a riducula teoria que crescer permite fazer novas besteiras...ledo engano&lt;br /&gt;A capacidade de beber e fazer besteras aumenta sempre mais,....&lt;br /&gt;quando essa juventude vai parar de se estragar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-8373368671629856940?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/8373368671629856940/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/04/ponto-e-virgula.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/8373368671629856940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/8373368671629856940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/04/ponto-e-virgula.html' title='ponto e virgula'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-8764879018270034106</id><published>2011-04-16T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T21:01:57.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Menina levada sentada na escada na berada da porta comendo carambola, porque sorri tanto?&lt;br /&gt;Por que estou feliz...&lt;br /&gt;Me diz o motivo?&lt;br /&gt;Ora....porque estou viva...&lt;br /&gt;Mas apenas por isso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele me ama... eu o amo...estamos felizes...assim está bom??&lt;br /&gt;Mangueira,limoeiro e jaboticabeira....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-8764879018270034106?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/8764879018270034106/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/04/menina-levada-sentada-na-escada-na.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/8764879018270034106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/8764879018270034106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/04/menina-levada-sentada-na-escada-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-8883119266470029405</id><published>2011-03-27T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T10:54:15.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meus&amp;nbsp;remédios&amp;nbsp;por favor...&lt;div&gt;Não...estou farta desse mundo hipócrita...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meus remédios por favor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou apenas um ser humano não posso fazer absolutamente nada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meus remédios, agora!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me deixe em paz, quero apenas dormir essa noite como se não existisse nunca mais....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-8883119266470029405?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/8883119266470029405/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/03/meus-favor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/8883119266470029405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/8883119266470029405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/03/meus-favor.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-4050873185093591661</id><published>2011-03-12T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T16:56:56.316-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonhos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudades'/><title type='text'>A dama da noite</title><content type='html'>Essa semana tive o privilégio de fazer um caminho alternativo aquele que estou habituada para ir a faculdade...&lt;br /&gt;Coloquei meu fone de ouvido e acelerei o passo, pra variar estava muito atrasada...Andando por uma rua senti um perfume muito gostoso e resolvi me guiar por esse perfume mesmo estando extremamente atrasada para minha aula.&lt;br /&gt;O perfume era de dama da noite, uma flor que marca pelo seu perfume... Quando entrei naquela rua fui tomada por uma sensação maravilhosa...Olhava as casas ao redor e só via casas antigas, aquelas com cara de casa de vó...Fiquei feliz...&lt;br /&gt;Ai então parei olhei o relógio e voltei a correr.... Estava meia hora quase atrasada mas o resto do meu dia foi tomado por uma sensação saudosista de um passado que eu nunca vivi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-4050873185093591661?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4050873185093591661/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/03/dama-da-noite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/4050873185093591661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/4050873185093591661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/03/dama-da-noite.html' title='A dama da noite'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-2354097286437190293</id><published>2011-03-06T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T14:09:11.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Um anjo torto que voa entre as pedras e busca coragem pra continuar....&lt;br /&gt;Uma colombina sem pierrot que não quer mais chorar...&lt;br /&gt;Uma menina que só busca a chance de poder amar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carnaval sem fim,,,,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-2354097286437190293?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2354097286437190293/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/03/um-anjo-torto-que-voa-entre-as-pedras-e.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/2354097286437190293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/2354097286437190293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/03/um-anjo-torto-que-voa-entre-as-pedras-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-8086014830932770565</id><published>2011-02-20T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T13:39:50.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um instante</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBJovPR5YMs/TWGIgUtQhgI/AAAAAAAAA5w/ByeJ7x1m_tg/s1600/102_0838.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBJovPR5YMs/TWGIgUtQhgI/AAAAAAAAA5w/ByeJ7x1m_tg/s320/102_0838.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um momento perdido da doçura e cheio de vontades ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Certas? Loucas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Incontroláveis...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por que o ser humano é assim... Quer o que não pode querer e não sossega enquanto não tem o que não pode....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aiaiai....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-8086014830932770565?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/8086014830932770565/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/02/um-instante.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/8086014830932770565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/8086014830932770565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/02/um-instante.html' title='Um instante'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBJovPR5YMs/TWGIgUtQhgI/AAAAAAAAA5w/ByeJ7x1m_tg/s72-c/102_0838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-861011805759445903</id><published>2011-02-19T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T15:45:10.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E os dias passam e nada muda...&lt;br /&gt;A vontade e o desejo consomem e nada muda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-861011805759445903?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/861011805759445903/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/02/e-os-dias-passam-e-nada-muda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/861011805759445903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/861011805759445903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/02/e-os-dias-passam-e-nada-muda.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-5951043525944367469</id><published>2011-02-13T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T13:45:13.579-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verdade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Pessoa para uma única pessoa....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RIW1Gmiddwc/TVh0b90NfLI/AAAAAAAAA5s/Qd6fbFtw17Y/s1600/pessoa04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RIW1Gmiddwc/TVh0b90NfLI/AAAAAAAAA5s/Qd6fbFtw17Y/s320/pessoa04.jpg" width="176" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Amo como ama o amor. Não conheço nenhuma outra razão para amar senão amar. Que queres que te diga, além de que te amo, se o que quero dizer-te é que te amo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-5951043525944367469?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/5951043525944367469/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/02/pessoa-para-uma-unica-pessoa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/5951043525944367469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/5951043525944367469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/02/pessoa-para-uma-unica-pessoa.html' title='Pessoa para uma única pessoa....'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RIW1Gmiddwc/TVh0b90NfLI/AAAAAAAAA5s/Qd6fbFtw17Y/s72-c/pessoa04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-6716194759406977443</id><published>2011-02-10T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T13:44:52.649-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do coração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Passeio no parque</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0IvH8MJrL2A/TVR8p3j5SaI/AAAAAAAAA5o/JZsPqLHGVMo/s1600/2.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0IvH8MJrL2A/TVR8p3j5SaI/AAAAAAAAA5o/JZsPqLHGVMo/s320/2.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o parque cada dia está mais lindo, florido e belo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as flores parecem mais vivas e os peixes mais alegres...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mas nada se compara a alegria do meu coração por te ter aqui em minha vida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;amo-te&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-6716194759406977443?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/6716194759406977443/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/02/passeio-no-parque.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/6716194759406977443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/6716194759406977443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/02/passeio-no-parque.html' title='Passeio no parque'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0IvH8MJrL2A/TVR8p3j5SaI/AAAAAAAAA5o/JZsPqLHGVMo/s72-c/2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-4697781623336042150</id><published>2011-02-06T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T14:02:39.488-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futuro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filho'/><title type='text'>Mãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TU8ZJYHNNUI/AAAAAAAAA5g/Q4NpE0MlGbA/s1600/mae-e-filho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TU8ZJYHNNUI/AAAAAAAAA5g/Q4NpE0MlGbA/s320/mae-e-filho.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Me perguntaram outro dia...Você tem filhos? Respondi de cara...Não&lt;br /&gt;Mas não por que não quero...&lt;br /&gt;Mas sim por que ainda não chegou o momento certo, ou talvez o cara certo...&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que me falaram sobre filhos eu respondi durante os bate papos... Acho que quando ficar&amp;nbsp;grávida&amp;nbsp;terei&amp;nbsp;gêmeos...Será?&lt;br /&gt;Se for pra ser assim que seja, será alegria em dobro&lt;br /&gt;Só quero que meu filho ou filha saiba desde já que amo muito sua&amp;nbsp;existência....&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo da sua futura mãe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TU8aYtN3jaI/AAAAAAAAA5k/sYk1Pzvkk0Q/s1600/gemeos-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TU8aYtN3jaI/AAAAAAAAA5k/sYk1Pzvkk0Q/s320/gemeos-2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-4697781623336042150?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TU8ZJYHNNUI/AAAAAAAAA5g/Q4NpE0MlGbA/s72-c/mae-e-filho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-3424258244433287470</id><published>2011-01-29T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T16:35:14.681-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karallargá'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Karralargando</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TUSv48gAiYI/AAAAAAAAA5U/9MOSTxD1IsA/s1600/karallarg%25C3%25A1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TUSv48gAiYI/AAAAAAAAA5U/9MOSTxD1IsA/s320/karallarg%25C3%25A1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h1 id="identificador_musica" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 26px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: small;"&gt;Mundo Versos Mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #b7b700; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b7b700; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: small; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; text-decoration: none; text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/karallarga/" id="identificador_artista" style="color: #b7b700; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; text-decoration: none; text-transform: none;"&gt;Kara&lt;/a&gt;llargá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #b7b700; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b7b700; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: small; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; text-decoration: none; text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Composição:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Larissa Finocchiaro e Vanessa Moreno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Olha lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Pessoas falando, carros andando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;E a gente num canto quase tão só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Que é que é isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Tá tudo mudado, olhares se cruzam, mas não são notados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Tô aqui à toa e você na boa, já nem responde mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Nem percebe os meus ais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Se nada aparece, já nem sei mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;O que era antes, uma coisa boba ficou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;E não mais se desfaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Olha aí, eu tomando suco e você pensando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Em como dizer nesse barulho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Nessa confusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Não dá pra pensar, não vou falar não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Não se preocupa, relaza essa cuca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Que esse povo não tá nem aí pra te ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Então, vou só fingir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Olha lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Pessoas andando, carros falando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;E a gente num canto quase não lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Que é que é isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Tá tudo mudado, olhares se notam mas não são cruzados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Tô aqui na boa, e você à toa já nem responde mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Nem percebe os meus ais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Se nada aparece, já nem sei mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;O que era antes, uma coisa boba ficou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;E não mais se desfaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Olha aí, eu tomando suco e você pensando em como dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;nesse barulho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Nessa confusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Não sá pra falar não vou pensar não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Não se preocupa, relaxa essa cuca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Que esse povo não tá aí pra te ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Então, vou só fingir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Um grupo&amp;nbsp;irreverente&amp;nbsp;que com letras leves e conscientes torna o dia mais leve e gostoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Escutem, assistam sinta a alegria e a magia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;"Maricota chegou, chegou, chegou de Mococa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Ela trouxe farinha, farinha, farinha de tapioca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Maricota chegou, chegou, chegou de Mococa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Ela trouxe farinha, farinha, farinha de tapioca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Para remolê, para remolê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Para remolê, molê, molê, molê, molê"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Eu não posso dizer com palavras então indico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Karallargá!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-3424258244433287470?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/3424258244433287470/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/01/maricota.html#comment-form' title='1 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-5979674640524886331</id><published>2011-01-25T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T15:25:50.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas um instante</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/SdAR4UhS4MI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_uRQAqzsiYM/s1600/PhotoFunia-e5942.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="157" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/SdAR4UhS4MI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_uRQAqzsiYM/s200/PhotoFunia-e5942.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bastou um olhar pra que eu tivesse a mais plena certeza de que te quer não pelo instante te quero pelo presente, te quero pelo passado e te quero pelo futuro que sei que teremos juntos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-5979674640524886331?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/5979674640524886331/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/01/apenas-um-instante.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/5979674640524886331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/5979674640524886331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/01/apenas-um-instante.html' title='Apenas um instante'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/SdAR4UhS4MI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_uRQAqzsiYM/s72-c/PhotoFunia-e5942.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-523779508843176105</id><published>2011-01-21T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T15:32:48.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia</title><content type='html'>um dia eu aprendo e par de me importar com pessoas que nem sequer estão preocupadas com o fato de eu existir ou não....bah... to bodeada&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-523779508843176105?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/523779508843176105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/01/um-dia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/523779508843176105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/523779508843176105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/01/um-dia.html' title='Um dia'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-37731418385820444</id><published>2011-01-20T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T15:38:25.936-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do coração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='da alma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade inconteste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TTjGnJNdVZI/AAAAAAAAA4w/iWv6ki2o4Ao/s1600/Foto0562.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TTjGnJNdVZI/AAAAAAAAA4w/iWv6ki2o4Ao/s200/Foto0562.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sou sim assim&lt;br /&gt;nada mais que assim&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ser diferente&lt;br /&gt;Só quero ser assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se assim você me quiser&lt;br /&gt;Se assim você me amar&lt;br /&gt;Se assim quiser comigo ficar&lt;br /&gt;Assim feliz com você eu vou estar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-37731418385820444?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/37731418385820444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/01/assim.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/37731418385820444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/37731418385820444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/01/assim.html' title='Assim'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TTjGnJNdVZI/AAAAAAAAA4w/iWv6ki2o4Ao/s72-c/Foto0562.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-4495021413628378483</id><published>2011-01-18T14:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T14:33:06.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-4495021413628378483?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4495021413628378483/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/4495021413628378483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/4495021413628378483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-6267350039277502818</id><published>2011-01-09T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T14:53:51.852-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade inconteste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Dog Days Are Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TSo7pXPcq0I/AAAAAAAAA4k/GRr81-J1pJY/s1600/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TSo7pXPcq0I/AAAAAAAAA4k/GRr81-J1pJY/s200/b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560322271741782850" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happiness hit her like a train on a track&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Coming towards her stuck still no turning back&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px; height: 32px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;She hid around corners and she hid under beds&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;She killed it with kisses and from it she fled&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;With every bubble she sank with her drink&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;And washed it away down the kitchen sink&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The dog days are over&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The dog days are done&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The horses are coming&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;So you better run&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Leave all your loving, your loving behind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;You cant carry it with you if you want to survive&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The dog days are over&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The dog days are done&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can you hear the horses?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Cause here they come&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;And i never wanted anything from you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Except everything you had and what was left after that too, oh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happiness hit her like a bullet in the mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Struck from a great height by someone who should know better than that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The dog days are over&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The dog days are done&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can you hear the horses?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Cause here they come&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Leave all your loving, your loving behind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;You cant carry it with you if you want to survive&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The dog days are over&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The dog days are done&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can you hear the horses?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Cause here they come&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The dog days are over&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The dog days are done&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The horses are coming&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;So you better run (Here they come)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The dog days are over&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The dog days are done&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The horses are coming&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;So you better run&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;color: rgb(163, 163, 163); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&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/8726480329035412396-6267350039277502818?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/6267350039277502818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/01/dog-days-are-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-2756150937952124911</id><published>2011-01-07T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T15:56:42.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TSeoE7iLI0I/AAAAAAAAA4c/LnnALpx0zRY/s1600/abacate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TSeoE7iLI0I/AAAAAAAAA4c/LnnALpx0zRY/s200/abacate.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559597067666137922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;um misto de desejos vontades e problemas.... quem sabe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-2756150937952124911?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TSeoE7iLI0I/AAAAAAAAA4c/LnnALpx0zRY/s72-c/abacate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-8673542387289409826</id><published>2010-12-28T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T15:25:45.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para quem merece...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TRpv7Z3NROI/AAAAAAAAA4U/KfBftbQTWaY/s1600/102_1342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TRpv7Z3NROI/AAAAAAAAA4U/KfBftbQTWaY/s200/102_1342.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555876156660335842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sabe o que me deixa mais brava?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acordar do nada com a sensação de que suas mãos ainda percorrem meu corpo e me fazem sentir bem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você não merece nem mesmo meus pensamentos e tenha certeza que irei te tirar até deles...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sou bem mais mulher do que qualquer mulher que você terá um dia na vida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-8673542387289409826?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/8673542387289409826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/12/para-quem-merece.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/8673542387289409826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/8673542387289409826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/12/para-quem-merece.html' title='Para quem merece...'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TRpv7Z3NROI/AAAAAAAAA4U/KfBftbQTWaY/s72-c/102_1342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-4445504741380359840</id><published>2010-12-26T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T15:06:31.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sinto o doce sabor do mel e da uva... não sinto vontade de nada...apenas quero ficar aqui...parada sem fazer nada&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-4445504741380359840?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4445504741380359840/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/12/sinto-o-doce-sabor-do-mel-e-da-uva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/4445504741380359840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/4445504741380359840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/12/sinto-o-doce-sabor-do-mel-e-da-uva.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-1229545025309427232</id><published>2010-12-17T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T15:10:01.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TQvtsg21whI/AAAAAAAAA4I/84ichseF2Eo/s1600/abacate2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TQvtsg21whI/AAAAAAAAA4I/84ichseF2Eo/s200/abacate2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551792314654245394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Louca, menina, mulher,amiga...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sei lá sou eu e ponto!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-1229545025309427232?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/1229545025309427232/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/12/louca-menina-mulheramiga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/1229545025309427232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/1229545025309427232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/12/louca-menina-mulheramiga.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TQvtsg21whI/AAAAAAAAA4I/84ichseF2Eo/s72-c/abacate2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-7725250917640072124</id><published>2010-12-15T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T16:21:17.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>realidade imaginaria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TQla1Ruv5FI/AAAAAAAAA4A/bmEY_-85gE0/s1600/102_1116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TQla1Ruv5FI/AAAAAAAAA4A/bmEY_-85gE0/s200/102_1116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551067887049892946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pega meu corpo e toma como teu em um vulto louco em que ninguém sabe exatamente o que quer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me leva a loucura e me deixa assim depois&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não eu não quero teu amor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você já me deu teu prazer e mais que isso você não sabe dar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-7725250917640072124?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TQla1Ruv5FI/AAAAAAAAA4A/bmEY_-85gE0/s72-c/102_1116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-2503530811387971295</id><published>2010-12-14T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T15:12:17.558-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TQf5tqsnNzI/AAAAAAAAA34/LfGAcG7m4JU/s1600/102_1125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TQf5tqsnNzI/AAAAAAAAA34/LfGAcG7m4JU/s200/102_1125.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550679628708263730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A&lt;i&gt;mor não é se envolver com a pessoa perfeita,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;aquela dos nossos sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Não existem príncipes nem princesas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Encare a outra pessoa de forma sincera e real, exaltando suas qualidades, mas sabendo também de seus defeitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;O amor só é lindo, quando encontramos alguém que nos transforme no melhor que podemos ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;Autor desconhecido&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/8726480329035412396-2503530811387971295?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2503530811387971295/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/12/mor-nao-e-se-envolver-com-pessoa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/2503530811387971295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/2503530811387971295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/12/mor-nao-e-se-envolver-com-pessoa.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TQf5tqsnNzI/AAAAAAAAA34/LfGAcG7m4JU/s72-c/102_1125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-2059385193414911101</id><published>2010-12-13T14:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T14:59:42.490-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adogo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>realidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TQalCaOWWFI/AAAAAAAAA3w/xnAto4Tgkp8/s1600/102_1141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TQalCaOWWFI/AAAAAAAAA3w/xnAto4Tgkp8/s200/102_1141.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550305051598542930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O foda não é quando você descobre um amigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O foda é quando tem certeza que é eterno!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adoooooooooooogo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-2059385193414911101?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2059385193414911101/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/12/realidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/2059385193414911101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/2059385193414911101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/12/realidade.html' title='realidade'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TQalCaOWWFI/AAAAAAAAA3w/xnAto4Tgkp8/s72-c/102_1141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-2115520039429574472</id><published>2010-12-03T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T16:31:57.958-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Cartas de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TPmLabu-X2I/AAAAAAAAA3o/ghT8AMl7MEE/s1600/Foto0506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TPmLabu-X2I/AAAAAAAAA3o/ghT8AMl7MEE/s200/Foto0506.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546617702321119074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Eu tenho medo de viver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas as cartas de amor são&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas as cartas de amor são&lt;br /&gt;Ridículas.&lt;br /&gt;Não seriam cartas de amor se não fossem&lt;br /&gt;Ridículas.&lt;br /&gt;Também escrevi em meu tempo cartas de amor,&lt;br /&gt;Como as outras,&lt;br /&gt;Ridículas.&lt;br /&gt;As cartas de amor, se há amor,&lt;br /&gt;Têm de ser&lt;br /&gt;Ridículas.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, afinal,&lt;br /&gt;Só as criaturas que nunca escreveram&lt;br /&gt;Cartas de amor&lt;br /&gt;É que são&lt;br /&gt;Ridículas.&lt;br /&gt;Quem me dera no tempo em que escrevia&lt;br /&gt;Sem dar por isso&lt;br /&gt;Cartas de amor&lt;br /&gt;Ridículas.&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que hoje&lt;br /&gt;As minhas memórias&lt;br /&gt;Dessas cartas de amor&lt;br /&gt;É que são&lt;br /&gt;Ridículas.&lt;br /&gt;(Todas as palavras esdrúxulas,&lt;br /&gt;Como os sentimentos esdrúxulos,&lt;br /&gt;São naturalmente&lt;br /&gt;Ridículas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Álvaro de Campos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: Larissa Costa&lt;br /&gt;Peça: Digitado: Selado e manuscrito&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-2115520039429574472?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2115520039429574472/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/12/cartas-de-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/2115520039429574472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/2115520039429574472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/12/cartas-de-amor.html' title='Cartas de amor'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TPmLabu-X2I/AAAAAAAAA3o/ghT8AMl7MEE/s72-c/Foto0506.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-6475516319476310110</id><published>2010-11-22T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T14:41:13.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O ultimo poema</title><content type='html'>Assim eu quereria o meu último poema. &lt;br /&gt;Que fosse terno dizendo as coisas mais simples e menos intencionais &lt;br /&gt;Que fosse ardente como um soluço sem lágrimas &lt;br /&gt;Que tivesse a beleza das flores quase sem perfume &lt;br /&gt;A pureza da chama em que se consomem os diamantes mais límpidos &lt;br /&gt;A paixão dos suicidas que se matam sem explicação.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-6475516319476310110?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/6475516319476310110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-ultimo-poema.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/6475516319476310110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/6475516319476310110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-ultimo-poema.html' title='O ultimo poema'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-6652364378641012862</id><published>2010-11-21T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T13:13:15.575-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade inconteste'/><title type='text'>20 de novembro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TOmK2HX-BlI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/EqJxa7EEar4/s1600/102_1006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TOmK2HX-BlI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/EqJxa7EEar4/s200/102_1006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542113478753257042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"No dia 13 de maio cativeiro acabou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No dia 13 de maio cativeiro acabou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E os escravos gritavam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Liberdade senhor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E os escravos gritavam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Liberdade senhor"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não é por que a chibata deixou de existir que a discriminação e o preconceito tenham deixado de existir também... Infelizmente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-6652364378641012862?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/6652364378641012862/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/11/20-de-novembro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/6652364378641012862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/6652364378641012862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/11/20-de-novembro.html' title='20 de novembro'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TOmK2HX-BlI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/EqJxa7EEar4/s72-c/102_1006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-8011452879187358934</id><published>2010-11-15T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T15:16:15.339-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade inconteste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>lençóis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TOG-nbWQzkI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/Q2XDzBUqWhs/s1600/102_0305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TOG-nbWQzkI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/Q2XDzBUqWhs/s200/102_0305.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539918601207729730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;perdi em meio aos lençóis a inocência e a vontade doida que tinha de estar contigo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ao invés de amor você só me trouxe desilusão e me largou assim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;como se eu fosse uma qualquer jogada ao chão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-8011452879187358934?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/8011452879187358934/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/11/lencois.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/8011452879187358934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/8011452879187358934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/11/lencois.html' title='lençóis'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TOG-nbWQzkI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/Q2XDzBUqWhs/s72-c/102_0305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-5854245277896618061</id><published>2010-11-12T15:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T15:50:50.150-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Don´t no why...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="200" height="125"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5NDuj-MyVyA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5NDuj-MyVyA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="125"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sim eu sei o por que...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;por que seu show vai ser maravilhoso!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-5854245277896618061?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/5854245277896618061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/11/dont-no-why_12.html#comment-form' title='0 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peraltices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade inconteste'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TNCMNvHkLzI/AAAAAAAAA3I/kmwEto6UCSg/s1600/102_0649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TNCMNvHkLzI/AAAAAAAAA3I/kmwEto6UCSg/s200/102_0649.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535078109652725554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;por que rir faz bem e muito bem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-813677896446816466?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/813677896446816466/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/11/por-que-rir-faz-bem-e-muito-bem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/813677896446816466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/813677896446816466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/11/por-que-rir-faz-bem-e-muito-bem.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TNCMNvHkLzI/AAAAAAAAA3I/kmwEto6UCSg/s72-c/102_0649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-2941016999081806517</id><published>2010-11-01T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T15:23:56.809-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonhos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade inconteste'/><title type='text'>Adendo II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TM89Cqo4QgI/AAAAAAAAA24/lvsrdV-Gmm4/s1600/102_0630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TM89Cqo4QgI/AAAAAAAAA24/lvsrdV-Gmm4/s200/102_0630.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534709583076409858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é um leve obstáculo que vai me derrubar...&lt;div&gt;Acordo todos os dias com o som das gaivotas e durmo com os grilos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não tenho por que desanimar...&lt;br /&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/8726480329035412396-2941016999081806517?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2941016999081806517/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/11/adendo-ii.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/2941016999081806517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/2941016999081806517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/11/adendo-ii.html' title='Adendo II'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TM89Cqo4QgI/AAAAAAAAA24/lvsrdV-Gmm4/s72-c/102_0630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-2604277285147655866</id><published>2010-10-24T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T17:57:51.755-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='criança'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alegria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peraltices'/><title type='text'>Aniversário do menino maluquinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TMTV5V4oJwI/AAAAAAAAA2w/SIT9R11_jcc/s1600/menino_maluquinho_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TMTV5V4oJwI/AAAAAAAAA2w/SIT9R11_jcc/s200/menino_maluquinho_01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531781423421728514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milton Nascimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; O Menino Maluquinho &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vida de moleque é vida boa&lt;br /&gt;Vida de menino é maluquinho&lt;br /&gt;Barra manteiga, rouba bandeira&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que é bom é brincadeira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O menino é dono do mundo&lt;br /&gt;E o mundo não é mais que uma bola&lt;br /&gt;O menino não conhece perigo&lt;br /&gt;Tem um anjo da guarda na cola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida de moleque é vida boa&lt;br /&gt;Vida de menino é maluquinho&lt;br /&gt;É bente-altas, rouba bandeira&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que é bom, é brincadeira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo do menino maluquinho&lt;br /&gt;É um tempo que existe só na infância&lt;br /&gt;Mas ele é eterno em todos nós&lt;br /&gt;Ele gruda em nós feito esperança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida de moleque é vida boa&lt;br /&gt;Vida de menino é maluquinho&lt;br /&gt;Barra manteiga, rouba bandeira&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que é bom é brincadeira!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 anos atrás nascia esse muleque peralta...&lt;br /&gt;todo mundo tem um pouco de maluquinho dentro de si!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-2604277285147655866?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2604277285147655866/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/10/aniversario-do-menino-maluquinho.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/2604277285147655866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/2604277285147655866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/10/aniversario-do-menino-maluquinho.html' title='Aniversário do menino maluquinho'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TMTV5V4oJwI/AAAAAAAAA2w/SIT9R11_jcc/s72-c/menino_maluquinho_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-4148501854345158769</id><published>2010-10-24T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T17:38:26.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TMTRSEt0SgI/AAAAAAAAA2o/Bc3ya9TM6Gg/s1600/102_0817-edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TMTRSEt0SgI/AAAAAAAAA2o/Bc3ya9TM6Gg/s200/102_0817-edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531776350751574530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso sim é maquiagem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: Larissa Costa&lt;br /&gt;Modelo: Ikaro Androgeno&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-4148501854345158769?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4148501854345158769/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-5044155625107715493</id><published>2010-10-12T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T16:24:00.202-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade inconteste'/><title type='text'>fragmentos</title><content type='html'>"Ouve-me, ouve o meu silêncio. O que falo nunca é o que falo e sim outra coisa. Capta essa outra coisa de que na verdade falo porque eu mesma não posso."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-5044155625107715493?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/5044155625107715493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/10/fragmentos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/5044155625107715493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/5044155625107715493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/10/fragmentos.html' title='fragmentos'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-6756439053459673300</id><published>2010-10-12T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T13:57:49.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TLTLCtVkKyI/AAAAAAAAA2A/1safnyXld1g/s1600/Um-abraco-para-voce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TLTLCtVkKyI/AAAAAAAAA2A/1safnyXld1g/s200/Um-abraco-para-voce.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527265890080664354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijo teu rosto sinto teu gosto&lt;br /&gt;beijo tua face e percebo a verdade&lt;br /&gt;beijo tua boca e sinto o calor de sua alma...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-6756439053459673300?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/6756439053459673300/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/10/beijo-teu-rosto-sinto-teu-gosto-beijo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/6756439053459673300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/6756439053459673300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/10/beijo-teu-rosto-sinto-teu-gosto-beijo.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TLTLCtVkKyI/AAAAAAAAA2A/1safnyXld1g/s72-c/Um-abraco-para-voce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-5609254793442831673</id><published>2010-10-06T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T18:20:17.113-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade inconteste'/><title type='text'>;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TK0fxn6mUaI/AAAAAAAAA14/6gwtKZXS-OU/s1600/Foto0141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525107255242281378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TK0fxn6mUaI/AAAAAAAAA14/6gwtKZXS-OU/s200/Foto0141.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorrio como criança...&lt;br /&gt;mas aprendi a agir como mulher...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Besta é tu, besta é tu!Besta é tu, besta é tu!Besta é tu, besta é tu! ..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-5609254793442831673?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/5609254793442831673/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/5609254793442831673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/5609254793442831673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title=';)'/><author><name>Larissa 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TKpoN91CN8I/AAAAAAAAA1w/SXNr8fGtaqY/s1600/100_4572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TKpoN91CN8I/AAAAAAAAA1w/SXNr8fGtaqY/s200/100_4572.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524342482067929026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dedico a você o mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dedico a você o luar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dedico a você a lua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dedico a você o dom de amar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-9197020777938647504?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-2019687741494056405</id><published>2010-10-01T15:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T15:54:50.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bati no peito olhei envolta dei um grito e corri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora olho pra frente sorrio e sei que nada vai mudar aqui&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-2019687741494056405?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2019687741494056405/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-4673157585799178215</id><published>2010-09-29T18:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T18:00:43.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cores</title><content type='html'>e me pego aqui pensando por que devo gostar de vermelho se acho o rosa tão bonito...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-4673157585799178215?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4673157585799178215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/09/cores.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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type='text'>Um momento...</title><content type='html'>Amar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero amar, amar perdidamente!&lt;br /&gt;Amar só por amar: Aqui...além...&lt;br /&gt;Mais Este e Aquele, o Outro e toda a gente&lt;br /&gt;Amar!Amar!E não amar ninguém!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recordar?Esquecer?Indiferente!...&lt;br /&gt;Prender ou desprender?É mal?É bem?&lt;br /&gt;Quem disser que se pode amar alguém&lt;br /&gt;Durante a vida inteira é porque mente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há uma Primavera em cada vida:&lt;br /&gt;É preciso cantá-la assim florida,&lt;br /&gt;Pois se Deus nos deu voz, foi pra cantar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se um dia hei-de ser pó,cinza e nada&lt;br /&gt;Que seja a minha noite uma alvorada,&lt;br /&gt;Que me saiba perder... pra me encontrar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florbela Espanca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-4871798944374152711?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4871798944374152711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/09/um-momento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/4871798944374152711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/4871798944374152711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/09/um-momento.html' title='Um momento...'/><author><name>Larissa 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Esta é a solidão... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Ao Menino Homem com singeleza e um cheiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-5838818723745463872?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/5838818723745463872/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/09/clareia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/5838818723745463872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/5838818723745463872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/09/clareia.html' title='Clareia'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-4438439802330292758</id><published>2010-09-21T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T17:43:14.694-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devaneios'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade inconteste'/><title type='text'>voo</title><content type='html'>Pássaro que voa, que tão longe consegui levar todos meus pensamentos, me traga de volta apenas os ensinamentos. &lt;br /&gt;Quero teu desejo, tua vontade de viver, quero assim pra sempre poder ser...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-4438439802330292758?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4438439802330292758/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/09/voo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/4438439802330292758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/4438439802330292758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/09/voo.html' title='voo'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-2656124219300741388</id><published>2010-09-20T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T18:00:07.737-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do coração'/><title type='text'>Ilumina!</title><content type='html'>Ando em todos os comodos da casa, grito, chamo e exclamo...Tudo em vão... Sua imagem esta cada vez mais distante...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto teu cheiro, ouço tua risada, vejo teus olhos... Tudo em vão... Seu gosto parece cada vez mais distante de mim...&lt;br /&gt;peguei a estrela mais bela, coloquei em um envelope e te mandei... Quando a tiveres na mão, por favor guarde, não jogue fora... Coloquei nela todo carinho que o mundo pode imaginar mas não consegue descrever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-2656124219300741388?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2656124219300741388/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/09/ilumina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/2656124219300741388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/2656124219300741388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/09/ilumina.html' title='Ilumina!'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-7083734281297479054</id><published>2010-09-19T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T18:34:31.767-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do coração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade inconteste'/><title type='text'>Nona</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TJZkzg14plI/AAAAAAAAA1g/gU6hWak2tl0/s1600/DSC06904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518709229541172818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TJZkzg14plI/AAAAAAAAA1g/gU6hWak2tl0/s200/DSC06904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e quem disse que com oitenta e oito anos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ela estaria assim entre quase todos os netos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é a familia é grande &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o carinho maior ainda...&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/8726480329035412396-7083734281297479054?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/7083734281297479054/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/09/nona.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/7083734281297479054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/7083734281297479054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/09/nona.html' title='Nona'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TJZkzg14plI/AAAAAAAAA1g/gU6hWak2tl0/s72-c/DSC06904.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-5773802920005704268</id><published>2010-09-12T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T17:45:24.652-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='da alma'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TI10EakFCSI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/Ait-fHgR-0o/s1600/22.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TI10EakFCSI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/Ait-fHgR-0o/s200/22.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516192737797671202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;APRENDER A SER MAIS OUSADA...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NÃO TEM PREÇO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-5773802920005704268?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/5773802920005704268/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/09/aprender-ser-mais-ousada-as-vezes-faz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/5773802920005704268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/5773802920005704268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/09/aprender-ser-mais-ousada-as-vezes-faz.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TI10EakFCSI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/Ait-fHgR-0o/s72-c/22.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-2032167493199700476</id><published>2010-09-12T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T14:24:40.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='da alma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade inconteste'/><title type='text'>To be</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TI1E3htNuLI/AAAAAAAAA1A/7awI4wQ75IM/s1600/102_0235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TI1E3htNuLI/AAAAAAAAA1A/7awI4wQ75IM/s200/102_0235.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516140839330232498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sinta a energia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Viva o presente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se solte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ame e seja sempre presente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-2032167493199700476?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2032167493199700476/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/09/to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/2032167493199700476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/2032167493199700476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/09/to-be.html' title='To be'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TI1E3htNuLI/AAAAAAAAA1A/7awI4wQ75IM/s72-c/102_0235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-3178879829285109683</id><published>2010-09-11T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T18:39:03.284-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonhos'/><title type='text'>Pra sempre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TIwuwwgMLFI/AAAAAAAAA04/AjFV10tk8OQ/s1600/noiva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TIwuwwgMLFI/AAAAAAAAA04/AjFV10tk8OQ/s200/noiva.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515835058810530898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E no embalo das canções de amor me vi perdida em meio ao desejo absurdo de estar contigo de novo... Te vi ao meu lado eu estava de branco e lá tinha a certeza que a felicidade era pra agora e pra sempre...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-3178879829285109683?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/3178879829285109683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/09/pra-sempre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/3178879829285109683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/3178879829285109683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/09/pra-sempre.html' title='Pra sempre'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TIwuwwgMLFI/AAAAAAAAA04/AjFV10tk8OQ/s72-c/noiva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-1809724345723119001</id><published>2010-09-10T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T10:40:55.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do coração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejo'/><title type='text'>borda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TIptovoF9PI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/ZJYKPqGykeo/s1600/08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 129px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TIptovoF9PI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/ZJYKPqGykeo/s200/08.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515341240415417586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Borda passo a passo as linhas mal traçadas desse destino que ainda não me levaram até você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As mesmas linhas que insistem em não deixar eu te beijar  e muito menos te ver sorrir e sonhar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-1809724345723119001?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/1809724345723119001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/09/borda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/1809724345723119001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/1809724345723119001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/09/borda.html' title='borda'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TIptovoF9PI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/ZJYKPqGykeo/s72-c/08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-2854264261538113677</id><published>2010-09-05T19:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T19:38:41.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oNHTCglQ_Wk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oNHTCglQ_Wk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;apenas pequenos gestos....eles valem a pena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-2854264261538113677?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2854264261538113677/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/09/apenas-pequenos-gestos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/2854264261538113677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/2854264261538113677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/09/apenas-pequenos-gestos.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-5776907619264909580</id><published>2010-09-05T17:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T17:03:10.364-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='da alma'/><title type='text'>Vento</title><content type='html'>Eu sou fogo &lt;br /&gt;Você é palha&lt;br /&gt;O desejo é o vento que assopra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-5776907619264909580?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/5776907619264909580/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/09/vento.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/5776907619264909580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/5776907619264909580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/09/vento.html' title='Vento'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-60708033048524462</id><published>2010-08-29T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T17:08:21.048-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade inconteste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não...eu não me julgo a última romântica....&lt;br /&gt;Sou mais um nesse mundão de meu Deus... mais uma que acorda, dorme, sonha e deseja...&lt;br /&gt;E que tem desejado mais que devia nos últimos tempos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero teu cheiro de novo, quero tua pele de novo, quero teu beijo de novo, quero ser tua de novo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-60708033048524462?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/60708033048524462/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/08/nao.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/60708033048524462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/60708033048524462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/08/nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-5409001120557266090</id><published>2010-08-29T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T15:50:14.273-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='da alma'/><title type='text'>Você</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/THrjYdmeQRI/AAAAAAAAAzg/lIrdoYKD-O8/s1600/101_0204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/THrjYdmeQRI/AAAAAAAAAzg/lIrdoYKD-O8/s200/101_0204.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510967103443583250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Você pode até tentar fugir, &lt;br /&gt;mas pra sempre vai estar aqui no meu coração &lt;br /&gt;Você pode até tentar fugir, &lt;br /&gt;mas pra sempre vai estar aqui no meu coração"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-5409001120557266090?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/5409001120557266090/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/08/voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/5409001120557266090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/5409001120557266090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/08/voce.html' title='Você'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/THrjYdmeQRI/AAAAAAAAAzg/lIrdoYKD-O8/s72-c/101_0204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-7367662450896857579</id><published>2010-08-28T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T17:39:55.111-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do coração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='da alma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade inconteste'/><title type='text'>Me dá um abraço?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/THmrdDnWReI/AAAAAAAAAzI/2o98yIrn1yg/s1600/abrao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/THmrdDnWReI/AAAAAAAAAzI/2o98yIrn1yg/s320/abrao.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510624134739412450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe de acreditar no amor, mas certifique-se de estar entregando seu coração para alguém que dê valor aos mesmos sentimentos que você dá, manifeste suas idéias e planos, para saber se vocês combinam, e certifique-se de que quando estão juntos aquele abraço vale mais que qualquer palavra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luís Fernando Veríssimo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora, posso te pedir de novo aquele meu abraço?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-7367662450896857579?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/7367662450896857579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/08/me-da-um-abraco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/7367662450896857579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/7367662450896857579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/08/me-da-um-abraco.html' title='Me dá um abraço?'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/THmrdDnWReI/AAAAAAAAAzI/2o98yIrn1yg/s72-c/abrao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-6626300018610103307</id><published>2010-08-25T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T17:49:41.533-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do coração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade inconteste'/><title type='text'>Janela</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/THW5g9trs4I/AAAAAAAAAzA/qhgnUZhzTFU/s1600/sozinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 177px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509513695130792834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/THW5g9trs4I/AAAAAAAAAzA/qhgnUZhzTFU/s200/sozinho.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu não sei exatamente em que momento do dia enquanto eu estava sentada olhando o mundo passar pela janela que eu finalmente me dei conta que estou me apaixonando por ti...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não tenho a pretensão de ser correspondida, apenas acho justo isso ser de seu conhecimento... Não sei bem ao certo que tipo de paixão é...mas sei que ela acalma minha alma e assossega meu corpo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-6626300018610103307?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/6626300018610103307/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/08/janela.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/6626300018610103307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/6626300018610103307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/08/janela.html' title='Janela'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/THW5g9trs4I/AAAAAAAAAzA/qhgnUZhzTFU/s72-c/sozinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-3524639927338258116</id><published>2010-08-24T16:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T16:29:37.195-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diario'/><title type='text'>Lua</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Só para não passar em branco...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A lua realmente esta lindissima hoje... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-3524639927338258116?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/3524639927338258116/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/08/lua.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/3524639927338258116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/3524639927338258116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/08/lua.html' title='Lua'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-3329352943824154119</id><published>2010-08-22T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T14:57:42.976-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teatro de torneado'/><title type='text'>Radiante</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/THGcC3mVjXI/AAAAAAAAAyo/nphphFPnzDE/s1600/101_0727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/THGcC3mVjXI/AAAAAAAAAyo/nphphFPnzDE/s200/101_0727.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508355392349244786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luz e penumbra... uma mistura doce que em deixou muita saudades...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Torneando o momento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-3329352943824154119?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/3329352943824154119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/08/radiante.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/3329352943824154119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/3329352943824154119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/08/radiante.html' title='Radiante'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/THGcC3mVjXI/AAAAAAAAAyo/nphphFPnzDE/s72-c/101_0727.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-8433720824313033081</id><published>2010-08-17T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T16:25:47.646-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do coração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='da alma'/><title type='text'>Um sorriso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TGsZyTcCKII/AAAAAAAAAyY/KTlRYdPCCg0/s1600/perfil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506523321392572546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TGsZyTcCKII/AAAAAAAAAyY/KTlRYdPCCg0/s200/perfil.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Um sorriso por ingresso.&lt;br /&gt;Falta assunto, falta acesso.&lt;br /&gt;Talento traduzido em cédula.&lt;br /&gt;E a cédula tronco é a cédula mãe solteira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;O Teatro Mágico - Pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-8433720824313033081?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/8433720824313033081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/08/um-sorriso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/8433720824313033081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/8433720824313033081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/08/um-sorriso.html' title='Um sorriso'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TGsZyTcCKII/AAAAAAAAAyY/KTlRYdPCCg0/s72-c/perfil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-7619481376286593582</id><published>2010-08-15T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T14:47:55.979-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do coração'/><title type='text'>juste pour vous douce inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TGhfevH4aFI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/q9R0URRKhOM/s1600/100_6834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505755526110668882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TGhfevH4aFI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/q9R0URRKhOM/s200/100_6834.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suis juste un ange sur la terre qui veut la chaleur de tes baisers et la douceur de tes mots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rêver du jour écouter ses paroles me fait la force de garder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baisers mon inspiration douce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-7619481376286593582?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/7619481376286593582/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/08/juste-pour-vous-douce-inspiration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/7619481376286593582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/7619481376286593582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/08/juste-pour-vous-douce-inspiration.html' title='juste pour vous douce inspiration'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TGhfevH4aFI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/q9R0URRKhOM/s72-c/100_6834.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-4427249819478849839</id><published>2010-08-11T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T09:39:33.490-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TGLSArxEuBI/AAAAAAAAAyA/qinUrFbmnJU/s1600/casal-de-namorados.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504192603790555154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TGLSArxEuBI/AAAAAAAAAyA/qinUrFbmnJU/s200/casal-de-namorados.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TGLRCddDWnI/AAAAAAAAAx4/e_-_qcIfwfs/s1600/3876489.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se envelhecer consiste em manter por perto uma pessoa que quero bem... não tenho medo nenhum de que isso aconteça...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-4427249819478849839?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4427249819478849839/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/08/se-envelhecer-consiste-em-manter-por.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/4427249819478849839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/4427249819478849839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/08/se-envelhecer-consiste-em-manter-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TGLSArxEuBI/AAAAAAAAAyA/qinUrFbmnJU/s72-c/casal-de-namorados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-3162155154711171621</id><published>2010-08-10T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T09:38:52.250-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade inconteste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>adendo II</title><content type='html'>não me atrevo julgar com palavras, os atos e as vontades que sinto...&lt;br /&gt;não sou a melhor pessoa do mundo, mas tenho certeza que tudo em tudo que eu faço tenho a regência de meu coração... até mesmo nas coisas mais loucas e impulsivas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-3162155154711171621?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/3162155154711171621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/08/adendoii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/3162155154711171621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/3162155154711171621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/08/adendoii.html' title='adendo II'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-7227155778649569077</id><published>2010-08-08T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T17:25:06.793-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade inconteste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Pai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TF9KYTH2noI/AAAAAAAAAxI/XTc0QyDZXt4/s1600/pai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503199050980564610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TF9KYTH2noI/AAAAAAAAAxI/XTc0QyDZXt4/s200/pai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sei que ele tem muitos defeitos, mas ele ajudou a me trazer ao mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É meu porto seguro, a origem da minha paixão por música, um otimo musico, um palhaço nas horas necessaria, aquele que me deu muuuita bronca quando eu era pequena, que chrou quando me viu andar pela primeira vez, que dançou "sambalêlê" comigo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que me faz rir e chorar por nada, que está aqui junto a minha mãe quando eu sempre preciso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feliz dia dos pais &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-7227155778649569077?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/7227155778649569077/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/08/pai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-5923022088976238660</id><published>2010-08-08T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T15:54:09.268-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade inconteste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beijo'/><title type='text'>Louca</title><content type='html'>Senti um profundo desejo de sair correndo e te encontrar....&lt;br /&gt;Parece que pude sentir tuas mãos tocarem a minha apenas com aquela simples troca de olhar...&lt;br /&gt;É algumas coisas dessa vida são dificeis de explicar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-5923022088976238660?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/5923022088976238660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/08/louca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/5923022088976238660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/5923022088976238660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/08/louca.html' title='Louca'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-7713564931450077764</id><published>2010-08-06T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T16:48:48.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade inconteste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beijo'/><title type='text'>Sexta</title><content type='html'>Manhã,trabalho,palestra,casa,almoço,palestra,risada,informação,casa,banco,faculdade,risadas,notas,barzinho,cerveja,possivel besteira,msn,alegria,cama,sonhos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia assim e tudo pode acontecer.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-7713564931450077764?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/7713564931450077764/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/08/sexta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/7713564931450077764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/7713564931450077764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/08/sexta.html' title='Sexta'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-880867235457941343</id><published>2010-08-01T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T14:57:01.726-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='universo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade inconteste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='janela'/><title type='text'>Um dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TFXtj9HDBPI/AAAAAAAAAxA/g42_1KO4wt0/s1600/3850076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500563721858254066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TFXtj9HDBPI/AAAAAAAAAxA/g42_1KO4wt0/s200/3850076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daqui de cima a vista parece mais pura, parece que a hipocrisia e a tristeza não existem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parece que você está mais proximo de mim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um dia quando o mundo parecer um lugar mais bonito, quem sabe então nesse dia agente se encontra em um lugar só nosso em que ninguém possa interferir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-880867235457941343?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/880867235457941343/comments/default' title='Postar 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TFXtj9HDBPI/AAAAAAAAAxA/g42_1KO4wt0/s72-c/3850076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-7995130474451540051</id><published>2010-07-30T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T16:18:56.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='primeiro encontro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade inconteste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Amigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TFNa11OloGI/AAAAAAAAAvw/cC-UVE1gBn0/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499839450817339490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TFNa11OloGI/AAAAAAAAAvw/cC-UVE1gBn0/s200/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As vezes a pessoa certa está em lugares que nem imaginamos... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TFNcV9ztVbI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/9kXF3vHPiOg/s1600/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499841102387959218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TFNcV9ztVbI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/9kXF3vHPiOg/s200/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Um amigo em um isntante se torna aquele que faz o coração disparar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TFNcAYf_ccI/AAAAAAAAAwI/GTlz7nL4LwE/s1600/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499840731595895234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TFNcAYf_ccI/AAAAAAAAAwI/GTlz7nL4LwE/s200/3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um instante pode ser eterno e a terra pode parar que você não liga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TFNdBBbiRpI/AAAAAAAAAwY/u0K90gRphz4/s1600/4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499841842094687890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TFNdBBbiRpI/AAAAAAAAAwY/u0K90gRphz4/s200/4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E então aquele que antes era apenas amigo, torna-se também amado...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-7995130474451540051?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/7995130474451540051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/07/amigo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/7995130474451540051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/7995130474451540051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/07/amigo.html' title='Amigo'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TFNa11OloGI/AAAAAAAAAvw/cC-UVE1gBn0/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-7579507517553859551</id><published>2010-07-28T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T16:14:46.072-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devaneios'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonhos e devaneios'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade inconteste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Janela</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TFC2jS99lpI/AAAAAAAAAu4/fZRK7oLx1Gc/s1600/100_4593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499095862522779282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TFC2jS99lpI/AAAAAAAAAu4/fZRK7oLx1Gc/s320/100_4593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Menina do Balaio de perolas no pescoço olhas pro nada por que?&lt;br /&gt;- Olho buscando um motivo, uma razão, um sentido pra poder entender...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A busca constante se faz através de sonhos e vontades... Olho pela janela e posso sentir o vento batendo em meu rosto, a chuva caindo na calha, ver o orvalho que se forma bem em frente meu olhar...&lt;br /&gt;Olhar inquieto, olhar de menina e também de mulher, olhar de irmã, de amiga.... Olhar de uma pessoa que apenas queria poder voar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-7579507517553859551?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/7579507517553859551/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/07/janela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/7579507517553859551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/7579507517553859551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/07/janela.html' title='Janela'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TFC2jS99lpI/AAAAAAAAAu4/fZRK7oLx1Gc/s72-c/100_4593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-4941329011263132325</id><published>2010-07-26T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T17:49:15.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TE4sv1CsY2I/AAAAAAAAAuw/JGrpcnSF2yo/s1600/102_0302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498381395269804898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TE4sv1CsY2I/AAAAAAAAAuw/JGrpcnSF2yo/s320/102_0302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;E mais uma vez acordei do sonho sem que você estivesse aqui perto de mim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Preciso de teu abraço e teu aconchego para me sentir bem de novo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-4941329011263132325?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4941329011263132325/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/07/e-mais-uma-vez-acordei-do-sonho-sem-que.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/4941329011263132325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/4941329011263132325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/07/e-mais-uma-vez-acordei-do-sonho-sem-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/TE4sv1CsY2I/AAAAAAAAAuw/JGrpcnSF2yo/s72-c/102_0302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-5343703845157955477</id><published>2010-07-25T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T16:28:15.645-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade inconteste'/><title type='text'>Jongueiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/grH7Lu6btA0&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/grH7Lu6btA0&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jongo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim isso é JONGO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem não conhece é uma manifestação de cultura afro que foi incorporada ao nosso país e que modestia a parte é uma delicia de dançar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem tiver uma oportunidadede ver ou dançar... Vá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vale muito a pena!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bana cum lenço criola,bana cum lenço.&lt;br /&gt;Bana cum lenço criola,bana cum lenço,&lt;br /&gt;navio já foi embora,criola, bana cum lenço."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-5343703845157955477?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/5343703845157955477/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/07/jongueiro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/5343703845157955477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/5343703845157955477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/07/jongueiro.html' title='Jongueiro'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-1262695949100188501</id><published>2010-07-23T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T17:20:53.430-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade inconteste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>"Duvida da luz dos astros,&lt;br /&gt;De que o sol tenha calor,&lt;br /&gt;Duvida até da verdade,&lt;br /&gt;Mas confia em meu amor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabio o poeta que escreveu palavras tão doces e fez com que as pessoas entendessem a grandeza do amor e de atos de amor, por mais tolos que eles possam as vezes parecer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-1262695949100188501?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/1262695949100188501/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/1262695949100188501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/1262695949100188501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-6346638575038419095</id><published>2010-07-22T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T18:07:02.531-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Linda tão linda...</title><content type='html'>Eu sei que é piegas e brega, mas eu gostei da musica....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a88d5vx2DIQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a88d5vx2DIQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-6346638575038419095?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/6346638575038419095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/07/linda-tao-linda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/6346638575038419095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/6346638575038419095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/07/linda-tao-linda.html' title='Linda tão linda...'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-4809828621118865002</id><published>2010-07-21T17:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T17:03:34.589-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade inconteste'/><title type='text'>Escute</title><content type='html'>Pega por entre vontades e sonhos me vi cantando novamente aquela musica, que para muitos é uma musica boba, sem sentido...&lt;br /&gt;para muitos, mas não para mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que aquela melodia ecoa é como se eu tivesse você aqui do meu lado cantarolando-a em meus ouvidos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se te amo? Acha mesmo que eu preciso responder essa questão?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-4809828621118865002?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4809828621118865002/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/07/escute.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/4809828621118865002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/4809828621118865002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/07/escute.html' title='Escute'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-3985829297259678670</id><published>2010-07-20T16:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T16:52:02.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>adendo</title><content type='html'>Bateu no peito aquela vontade doida de sair daqui agora e te encontrar em qualquer lugar do mundo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinto tua falta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quero ter você de volta e mais perto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-3985829297259678670?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/3985829297259678670/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/07/adendo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/3985829297259678670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/3985829297259678670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/07/adendo.html' title='adendo'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-7667206676403890506</id><published>2010-07-02T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T15:22:14.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>um sonho</title><content type='html'>sonhei que uma unica vez não teria mais problemas na minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pena que ficou somente no sonho...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-7667206676403890506?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/7667206676403890506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/07/um-sonho.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/7667206676403890506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/7667206676403890506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/07/um-sonho.html' title='um sonho'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-6385708384702041102</id><published>2010-06-30T17:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T17:19:59.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um</title><content type='html'>outra vez estou eu aqui como um passaro perdido buscando apenas tua companhia....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me de tua mão e me acompanhe... o destino, nem mesmo eu sei...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-6385708384702041102?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/6385708384702041102/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/06/mais-um.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/6385708384702041102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/6385708384702041102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/06/mais-um.html' title='Mais um'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-6791222251036215418</id><published>2010-06-28T16:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T16:47:44.659-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonhos e devaneios'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade inconteste'/><title type='text'>uma vida em um dia??!!</title><content type='html'>sim...momentos que você pega e deixa passar pois nada mais divertido do que curtir o dia e viver como uma porra louca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uma pessoa feliz que apenas quer girar e viver&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-6791222251036215418?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-2856922048649151416</id><published>2010-06-25T15:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T15:49:33.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eu prefiro sim continuar a ser uma menina que sonha do que uma senhora que perdeu toda a vontade de viver...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-2856922048649151416?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2856922048649151416/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/06/eu-prefiro-sim-continuar-ser-uma-menina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/2856922048649151416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/2856922048649151416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/06/eu-prefiro-sim-continuar-ser-uma-menina.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-4731460348887469508</id><published>2010-06-24T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T18:00:19.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anão no metrô</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Num vagão de metrô, um anão começou a escorregar pelo banco e um passageiro ao seu lado, solidário, o recolocou na posição.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pouco depois, lá ia o anão escorregando e o mesmo passageiro o recolocava no assento, com toda gentileza.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando a situação se repetiu pela quinta vez, o homem, já puto, esbravejou:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Caralho, você não consegue ficar com a bundinha sentadinha direito no banco, porra?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao que o anãozinho surta e como! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Porra digo eu meu amigo, já era para eu ter desembarcado, mas você não deixa!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-4731460348887469508?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4731460348887469508/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/06/anao-no-metro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/4731460348887469508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/4731460348887469508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/06/anao-no-metro.html' title='Anão no metrô'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-5627997466335688791</id><published>2010-06-24T17:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T17:56:29.955-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade inconteste'/><title type='text'>O dia</title><content type='html'>Sabe aqueles dias em que a maior vontade que você tem é:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sair &lt;br /&gt;- Rir&lt;br /&gt;- Beber alguma coisa gostosa&lt;br /&gt;- Beijar muuuito na boca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é....hoje sem duvidas é um dia desses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-5627997466335688791?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/5627997466335688791/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/5627997466335688791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/5627997466335688791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-dia.html' title='O dia'/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/06/sabe-o-que-me-cansa-as-pessoas-pensarem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/2054475819962713857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726480329035412396/posts/default/2054475819962713857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/06/sabe-o-que-me-cansa-as-pessoas-pensarem.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04625791266974732515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHZUnApLCm4/TiOq_Dl8ifI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPMx0CrY-9k/s220/IMG0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726480329035412396.post-5063476488249183729</id><published>2010-06-22T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T17:51:13.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/SgScFfBNBoI/AAAAAAAAAS4/OVgkkYo7vs0/s1600/100_6490.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3YZDCfH9OOg/SgScFfBNBoI/AAAAAAAAAS4/OVgkkYo7vs0/s320/100_6490.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;não tenho pretenção de ser nenhuma pessoa importante...quero apenas ser eu mesma.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;não to pra bagunça....quero substancia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726480329035412396-5063476488249183729?l=memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/5063476488249183729/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memorialdesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/06/nao-tenho-pretencao-de-ser-nenhuma.html#comment-form' 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