<?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-2933204250711472200</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:14:03.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas Palavras.</title><subtitle type='html'>A morte é apenas uma travessia do mundo, tal como os amigos que atravessam o mar e permanecem vivos uns nos outros, porque sentem necessidade de estar presente.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>suzanna g. camargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842057606508288271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TTJXgTZmegI/AAAAAAAAARA/cZU9W8EbQx0/S220/DSC05226.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933204250711472200.post-5349523304224715929</id><published>2011-05-21T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T10:59:47.753-07:00</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/-oDptaHRSaEg/Tdf6omP3Q0I/AAAAAAAAASM/vtNEvfVTfow/s1600/misantrop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oDptaHRSaEg/Tdf6omP3Q0I/AAAAAAAAASM/vtNEvfVTfow/s320/misantrop.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #888888; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #888888; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 13px;"&gt;Ser forte o suficiente para aceitar seu futuro, aceitar que a distância só vai aumentar mais e mais,o que me incomoda é esse sentimento de insuficiência, mas já ouvi que passa, uma hora esse sentimento vai virar cicatriz, cicatriz que o tempo, mais tarde irá fazer questão de esconder, mas nos dias frios irá deixar a tona, para te lembrar do que faz bem e retomar a dor da saudade, da falta e do amor, e mostrar que podemos ser fortes o suficientes para engolir as lágrimas e toda dor que já foi causada, e apenas almejar felicidade no futuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933204250711472200-5349523304224715929?l=palavrasxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5349523304224715929/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933204250711472200&amp;postID=5349523304224715929' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/5349523304224715929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/5349523304224715929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/2011/05/ser-forte-o-suficiente-para-aceitar-seu.html' title=''/><author><name>suzanna g. camargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842057606508288271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TTJXgTZmegI/AAAAAAAAARA/cZU9W8EbQx0/S220/DSC05226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oDptaHRSaEg/Tdf6omP3Q0I/AAAAAAAAASM/vtNEvfVTfow/s72-c/misantrop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933204250711472200.post-6705093307010187433</id><published>2011-03-22T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T21:47:23.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cS4rHFukbRs/TYl7UB6B2zI/AAAAAAAAAR8/roESrG9pSfw/s1600/sometimes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cS4rHFukbRs/TYl7UB6B2zI/AAAAAAAAAR8/roESrG9pSfw/s320/sometimes.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Se é para sentir falta que seja de algo que eu não tenha nem na teoria nem na prática, se for para sentir falta de alguém que na teoria diz ser meu, mais na prática se afastou, não quero, prefiro assim.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933204250711472200-6705093307010187433?l=palavrasxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/feeds/6705093307010187433/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933204250711472200&amp;postID=6705093307010187433' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/6705093307010187433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/6705093307010187433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/2011/03/se-e-para-sentir-falta-que-seja-de-algo.html' title=''/><author><name>suzanna g. camargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842057606508288271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TTJXgTZmegI/AAAAAAAAARA/cZU9W8EbQx0/S220/DSC05226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cS4rHFukbRs/TYl7UB6B2zI/AAAAAAAAAR8/roESrG9pSfw/s72-c/sometimes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933204250711472200.post-3662811144740715855</id><published>2011-03-22T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T21:41:06.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_dgrJDzP_kQ/TYl52fwkqpI/AAAAAAAAAR4/KS_NGEuU-GI/s1600/be+my+escape.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_dgrJDzP_kQ/TYl52fwkqpI/AAAAAAAAAR4/KS_NGEuU-GI/s320/be+my+escape.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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #888888; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #888888; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Há algumas noites não tenho me sentido bem, um sentimento de tristeza, de pouco, tem me invadido e a cada dia que passa vem com mais força. Hoje, foi o limite, não sei o que está acontecendo, sei que está tudo errado, uma pressão enorme em cima de coisas pequenas, sem significado, a falta de amor de carinho tem me afetado bastante, apenas deito, fecho os olhos, mas não durmo, minha mente me bombardeia de pensamentos, e as lágrimas descem,&amp;nbsp;involuntariamente, e o sentimento ruim cresce em proporção elevada, a culpa e a dor aumentam e a felicidade vai embora, só me resta a tristeza e os seus sentimentos derivados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #888888; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933204250711472200-3662811144740715855?l=palavrasxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/feeds/3662811144740715855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933204250711472200&amp;postID=3662811144740715855' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/3662811144740715855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/3662811144740715855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/2011/03/ha-algumas-noites-nao-tenho-me-sentido.html' title=''/><author><name>suzanna g. camargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842057606508288271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TTJXgTZmegI/AAAAAAAAARA/cZU9W8EbQx0/S220/DSC05226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_dgrJDzP_kQ/TYl52fwkqpI/AAAAAAAAAR4/KS_NGEuU-GI/s72-c/be+my+escape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933204250711472200.post-6619540868265466912</id><published>2011-03-07T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T22:43:56.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: url(http://assets.tumblr.com/images/input_bg.gif); background-origin: initial; background-position: 50% 0%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; color: black; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.4; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 12px; margin-right: 12px; margin-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-j61x2DQzhqg/TXXQFbUkFnI/AAAAAAAAARw/vqpR0Fm60hg/s1600/always+reason.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-j61x2DQzhqg/TXXQFbUkFnI/AAAAAAAAARw/vqpR0Fm60hg/s320/always+reason.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante seu caminho você encontrará pessoas que te coloquem para baixo a cada fração de segundos, mais não se deixe levar, se imponha, por mais que seu caminho seja doloroso, conturbado e difícil, no final valerá, um sorriso e uma satisfação, o próprio bem estar, por que não pensar nos outros é o que te faz forte o suficiente para seguir em frente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933204250711472200-6619540868265466912?l=palavrasxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/feeds/6619540868265466912/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933204250711472200&amp;postID=6619540868265466912' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/6619540868265466912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/6619540868265466912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/2011/03/durante-seu-caminho-voce-encontrara.html' title=''/><author><name>suzanna g. camargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842057606508288271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TTJXgTZmegI/AAAAAAAAARA/cZU9W8EbQx0/S220/DSC05226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-j61x2DQzhqg/TXXQFbUkFnI/AAAAAAAAARw/vqpR0Fm60hg/s72-c/always+reason.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933204250711472200.post-7706207125017605799</id><published>2011-02-13T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T15:06:17.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ObzXYPRh8PQ/TVhjgDaDzCI/AAAAAAAAARs/IFVHM_svT-s/s1600/outside+reality.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ObzXYPRh8PQ/TVhjgDaDzCI/AAAAAAAAARs/IFVHM_svT-s/s320/outside+reality.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A medida que o tempo vai passando e as coisas vão acontecendo você percebe o que faz diferença e o que não faz, fala coisas que não deveria, ri do que não deveria, mente para se sentir melhor, engana para subir o ego, aponta defeitos sem olhar os próprios, e então, vem o arrependimento, hoje, mais do que nunca, eu digo aquela besteira de ' Se arrepender só do que eu não fiz', não existe mais, sim eu me arrependo, e de muitas coisas, que eu fiz e que não fiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933204250711472200-7706207125017605799?l=palavrasxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/feeds/7706207125017605799/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933204250711472200&amp;postID=7706207125017605799' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/7706207125017605799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/7706207125017605799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/2011/02/medida-que-o-tempo-vai-passando-e-as.html' title=''/><author><name>suzanna g. camargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842057606508288271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TTJXgTZmegI/AAAAAAAAARA/cZU9W8EbQx0/S220/DSC05226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ObzXYPRh8PQ/TVhjgDaDzCI/AAAAAAAAARs/IFVHM_svT-s/s72-c/outside+reality.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933204250711472200.post-7944417676376395360</id><published>2011-01-17T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T08:42:33.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TTRxW1JXhtI/AAAAAAAAARk/ydGFLfPXTw8/s1600/biy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TTRxW1JXhtI/AAAAAAAAARk/ydGFLfPXTw8/s320/biy.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;br /&gt;Talvez não tenha a ver com você e sim comigo, com essa insegurança que me cerca, que insiste em fazer parte de cada detalhe da minha vida, me sufocando, e a cada dia que passa desejo com toda minha alma que ela vá embora e me deixe sozinha. Quem sabe se ela partisse, eu teria tido um pouco mais de coragem, para fazer coisas que tenho medo, superar obstáculos e &amp;nbsp;perder o medo de tentar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933204250711472200-7944417676376395360?l=palavrasxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/feeds/7944417676376395360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933204250711472200&amp;postID=7944417676376395360' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/7944417676376395360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/7944417676376395360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/2011/01/talvez-nao-tenha-ver-com-voce-e-sim.html' title=''/><author><name>suzanna g. camargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842057606508288271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TTJXgTZmegI/AAAAAAAAARA/cZU9W8EbQx0/S220/DSC05226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TTRxW1JXhtI/AAAAAAAAARk/ydGFLfPXTw8/s72-c/biy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933204250711472200.post-8245082068835780204</id><published>2011-01-08T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T16:13:02.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'></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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TSj9dna38lI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/vPJjedWd07c/s1600/yeradgold.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TSj9dna38lI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/vPJjedWd07c/s320/yeradgold.jpg" width="209" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E quando as lembranças insistem em retornar a minha mente eu apenas tenho vontade de partir, partir e levar as cinzas do que restou de nós, pegar a felicidade que sempre foi só sua e joga-lá fora, de modo que eu não pense em você como um amor, e sim como aquele que me deixou, feriu meus sentimentos e me fez desacreditar no amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933204250711472200-8245082068835780204?l=palavrasxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/feeds/8245082068835780204/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933204250711472200&amp;postID=8245082068835780204' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/8245082068835780204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/8245082068835780204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/2011/01/e-quando-as-lembrancas-insistem-em.html' title=''/><author><name>suzanna g. camargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842057606508288271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TTJXgTZmegI/AAAAAAAAARA/cZU9W8EbQx0/S220/DSC05226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TSj9dna38lI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/vPJjedWd07c/s72-c/yeradgold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933204250711472200.post-7946213655874815962</id><published>2011-01-01T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T18:41:11.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TR9gh2YNBeI/AAAAAAAAAOA/NiSta2iPE10/s1600/-2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TR9gh2YNBeI/AAAAAAAAAOA/NiSta2iPE10/s320/-2011.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;E que venha 2011, menos&amp;nbsp;frustrações,&amp;nbsp;decepções, amores incorretos e sofrimento e mais felicidade, amor próprio e verdadeiro.&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933204250711472200-7946213655874815962?l=palavrasxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/feeds/7946213655874815962/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933204250711472200&amp;postID=7946213655874815962' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/7946213655874815962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/7946213655874815962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011.'/><author><name>suzanna g. camargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842057606508288271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TTJXgTZmegI/AAAAAAAAARA/cZU9W8EbQx0/S220/DSC05226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TR9gh2YNBeI/AAAAAAAAAOA/NiSta2iPE10/s72-c/-2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933204250711472200.post-436159702117820384</id><published>2010-12-22T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T15:24:47.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Você faz planos em cima de promessas, promessas essas que queria que fossem reais, mas não são.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933204250711472200-436159702117820384?l=palavrasxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TTJXgTZmegI/AAAAAAAAARA/cZU9W8EbQx0/S220/DSC05226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933204250711472200.post-2040052640957778001</id><published>2010-12-17T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T14:45:43.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu quero amor, mas não quero a dor.&lt;div&gt;Eu quero a felicidade, mas não quero as lágrimas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu quero você, mas não quero ela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu quero a gente, mas não quero a distância.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu quero crianças, mas não quero filhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu quero festa, mas não quero solidão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu quero um começo, mas não quero sem você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu quero um fim, mas que não seja com você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu quero seu coração, mas sem despedidas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na verdade, eu só quero você aqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933204250711472200-2040052640957778001?l=palavrasxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/feeds/2040052640957778001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933204250711472200&amp;postID=2040052640957778001' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/2040052640957778001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/2040052640957778001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/2010/12/eu-quero-amor-mas-nao-quero-dor.html' title=''/><author><name>suzanna g. camargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842057606508288271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TTJXgTZmegI/AAAAAAAAARA/cZU9W8EbQx0/S220/DSC05226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933204250711472200.post-5490964352871469971</id><published>2010-12-17T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T14:32:58.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fico aqui imaginando, procurando respostas e calculando atos. Apenas tentando achar uma resposta para tudo, mais sempre escondendo de mim mesma a verdade que me machuca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933204250711472200-5490964352871469971?l=palavrasxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5490964352871469971/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933204250711472200&amp;postID=5490964352871469971' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/5490964352871469971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/5490964352871469971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/2010/12/fico-aqui-imaginando-procurando_17.html' title=''/><author><name>suzanna g. camargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842057606508288271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TTJXgTZmegI/AAAAAAAAARA/cZU9W8EbQx0/S220/DSC05226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933204250711472200.post-4081353208771958713</id><published>2010-11-09T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T16:04:15.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbhk9xncay1qcqu2a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbhk9xncay1qcqu2a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; color: #454545; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; color: #454545; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Odeio esse sentimento, sentimento de perda, de falta, de desamor, aonde foi parar a nossa felicidade? eu odeio esses filmes de romances idiotas que insistem em passar em todos os locais possíveis quando o que eu mais quero é não ouvir sobre amor. Odeio quando vou me deitar e sua imagem vem em minha mente, me trazendo a insônia, odeio essas lágrimas constantes que insistem em sair e me fazer lembrar de que cada palavra carinhosa, de cada jura de amor, de cada plano para o futuro que foram enterrados, como mentiras sem fundamento. odeio como eu não consigo parar de escutar a nossa música, de ver suas fotos, de ter aquele sorriso mais bobo olhando para o tempo e olhos cheios ao lembrar do carinho. e sabe o que eu odeio ainda mais? te amar e saber que você vai ficar bem sem mim, que vai seguir sua vida com um grande sorriso no rosto e um maldito ego no coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; color: #454545; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933204250711472200-4081353208771958713?l=palavrasxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/feeds/4081353208771958713/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933204250711472200&amp;postID=4081353208771958713' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/4081353208771958713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/4081353208771958713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/2010/11/odeio-esse-sentimento-sentimento-de.html' title=''/><author><name>suzanna g. camargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842057606508288271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TTJXgTZmegI/AAAAAAAAARA/cZU9W8EbQx0/S220/DSC05226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933204250711472200.post-8624922293703305315</id><published>2010-11-05T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T16:37:30.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;As vezes sentimentos nos impulsionam a agir, sentimentos esses que antes eram direcionados a outro caminho, a outra pessoa, decidem mudar a sua&amp;nbsp;essência e a sua direção, sendo&amp;nbsp;saudáveis&amp;nbsp;ou&amp;nbsp;não, continuam o trajeto enfrentando&amp;nbsp;obstáculos,&amp;nbsp;obstáculos&amp;nbsp;que estão ali fortalecidos pelos sentimentos de dó, compaixão e desunião. A confiança virou pó, mais a dó ainda o mantém intacto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933204250711472200-8624922293703305315?l=palavrasxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/feeds/8624922293703305315/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933204250711472200&amp;postID=8624922293703305315' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/8624922293703305315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/8624922293703305315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/2010/11/as-vezes-sentimentos-nos-impulsionam.html' title=''/><author><name>suzanna g. camargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842057606508288271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TTJXgTZmegI/AAAAAAAAARA/cZU9W8EbQx0/S220/DSC05226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933204250711472200.post-966313449892956154</id><published>2010-10-25T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T15:11:14.048-07:00</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/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TMX_fQDlFbI/AAAAAAAAAME/YeMTLoKBMao/s1600/letters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TMX_fQDlFbI/AAAAAAAAAME/YeMTLoKBMao/s320/letters.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Já se sabe que a maiorias dos homens não sabem o verdadeiro amor de uma mulher, mesmo que a mesma lute e ignore princípios para que esse amor dure e seja real. Tolos e ignorantes são esses. ''Se não conheces a arte da aliança, será surpreendido e derrotado vergonhosamente. ’’ Sun Tzu. Parece mais uma frase sem sentido e valor, mais deveria compreender, afinal tem ao seu lado mais que uma amante, uma companheira leal e fiel, disposta a estar ao seu lado em cada batalha, tolo.&lt;br /&gt;Se tivesse a mínima noção da mulher que tem ao seu lado, se daria ao luxo de cortejá-la sempre que lhe houvesse um fio de oportunidade. Pensa bem se vale a pena por esse relacionamento no lixo por causa de uma simples e xula cortesã, sem moral ou pudor. Só&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;quero que lembre que não faltam cavalheiros afim de cortejá-la, e que é bom abrir sua cabeça tão vazia e analisar os fatos, antes que eu (...) arrume uma pessoa digna de ama-lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;escrito por : Braz Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933204250711472200-966313449892956154?l=palavrasxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/feeds/966313449892956154/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933204250711472200&amp;postID=966313449892956154' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933204250711472200.post-9194094888628215134</id><published>2010-10-24T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T15:32:18.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;udanças são constantes,as vezes podem ser irrelevantes, as vezes, mas existem mudanças que não são suportáveis, mudanças que machucam muito, que doem no fundo da alma, do coração, aqueles simples gestos, manias que deveriam ficar como eram, por mais irritantes que fossem,não deveriam ser&amp;nbsp;desperdiçados por besteiras.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933204250711472200-9194094888628215134?l=palavrasxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/feeds/9194094888628215134/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933204250711472200&amp;postID=9194094888628215134' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/9194094888628215134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/9194094888628215134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/2010/10/m-udancas-sao-constantesas-vezes-podem.html' title=''/><author><name>suzanna g. camargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842057606508288271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TTJXgTZmegI/AAAAAAAAARA/cZU9W8EbQx0/S220/DSC05226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933204250711472200.post-1264135840284651651</id><published>2010-10-23T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T16:33:39.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; color: #454545; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;e tem gente que ainda acredita em finais felizes e em contos de fadas babacas resumidos em príncipes encantados com sua&amp;nbsp;coroas&amp;nbsp;douradas, seus cavalo brancos, e sua clichê felicidade baseada em apenas um sonho irracional criado na mente de menininhas por terem pessoas&amp;nbsp;frustradas&amp;nbsp;pelo amor a sua volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TMNwtv5Nt0I/AAAAAAAAAMA/pCBRq5tGHWw/s1600/inhallig+all+these+memories.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TMNwtv5Nt0I/AAAAAAAAAMA/pCBRq5tGHWw/s320/inhallig+all+these+memories.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; color: #454545; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933204250711472200-1264135840284651651?l=palavrasxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/feeds/1264135840284651651/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933204250711472200&amp;postID=1264135840284651651' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/1264135840284651651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/1264135840284651651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/2010/10/e-tem-gente-que-ainda-acredita-em.html' title=''/><author><name>suzanna g. camargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842057606508288271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TTJXgTZmegI/AAAAAAAAARA/cZU9W8EbQx0/S220/DSC05226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TMNwtv5Nt0I/AAAAAAAAAMA/pCBRq5tGHWw/s72-c/inhallig+all+these+memories.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933204250711472200.post-5590406899966933557</id><published>2010-10-11T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T13:33:27.180-07:00</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/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TLNybhF1aaI/AAAAAAAAAL0/mZ6JUHkFsog/s1600/and+more.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TLNybhF1aaI/AAAAAAAAAL0/mZ6JUHkFsog/s320/and+more.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; color: #454545; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;um passo em falso, uma mentira no ar, fragmentos de sentimentos espalhados e que são&amp;nbsp;captados&amp;nbsp;em uma pequena fração de segundos, ter cautela é&amp;nbsp;essencial, frieza é segurança, nunca se sabe qual dos lados pisará em falso, e o primeiro a fazer, é o primeiro a cair, o primeiro a cair é o primeiro a demonstrar o desamor, a&amp;nbsp;fraqueza&amp;nbsp;no olhar e na mente, sua alma e seu corpo pede para que saia, mas seu coração pede para que fique. resgate o que há de bom, a verdade, ou cairá, apenas cairá, e nada mais vai importar, suas verdades, desculpas não valerão mais nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933204250711472200-5590406899966933557?l=palavrasxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5590406899966933557/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933204250711472200&amp;postID=5590406899966933557' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/5590406899966933557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/5590406899966933557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/2010/10/um-passo-em-falso-uma-mentira-no-ar.html' title=''/><author><name>suzanna g. camargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842057606508288271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TTJXgTZmegI/AAAAAAAAARA/cZU9W8EbQx0/S220/DSC05226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TLNybhF1aaI/AAAAAAAAAL0/mZ6JUHkFsog/s72-c/and+more.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933204250711472200.post-623318232966836821</id><published>2010-10-11T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T13:20:29.330-07:00</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/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TLNxZALnCgI/AAAAAAAAALw/0te_cm13mSg/s1600/time+time+time.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TLNxZALnCgI/AAAAAAAAALw/0te_cm13mSg/s320/time+time+time.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; color: #454545; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;sonhos que não saem da minha cabeça, criados e perdidos em uma linha&amp;nbsp;telefônica, em uma estrada sem fim que separa duas pessoas, dois corações, sofrendo pelas&amp;nbsp;decepções, pelo uso&amp;nbsp;excessivo&amp;nbsp;do amor, da saudade, da raiva, de palavras que queimam em pura intensidade. não me queixo do amor, me queixo da dor que ele provoca, e da distância que ele trás em si.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933204250711472200-623318232966836821?l=palavrasxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/feeds/623318232966836821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933204250711472200&amp;postID=623318232966836821' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/623318232966836821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/623318232966836821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/2010/10/sonhos-que-nao-saem-da-minha-cabeca.html' title=''/><author><name>suzanna g. camargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842057606508288271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TTJXgTZmegI/AAAAAAAAARA/cZU9W8EbQx0/S220/DSC05226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TLNxZALnCgI/AAAAAAAAALw/0te_cm13mSg/s72-c/time+time+time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933204250711472200.post-6837770273479920825</id><published>2010-09-03T16:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T16:19:19.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;a cada passo, uma esperança perdida, uma chance despedaçada, muros, muros que não são construídos somente de tijolos, mas também de sentimentos, cada esperança e sentimento perdido, um pedaço do mesmo, que vira pó, minha vida, eu perco as pessoas, eu perco os meus sentimentos, eu me perco e não me importo, que grande diferença faria se eu me importasse? nenhuma, minha vida continuaria a mesma, a distância continuaria a mesma, o desamor continuaria o mesmo. e se eu apenas não existisse, seria melhor, nada haveria mudado, pessoas estariam felizes e fazendo o que elas gostam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933204250711472200-6837770273479920825?l=palavrasxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/feeds/6837770273479920825/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933204250711472200&amp;postID=6837770273479920825' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TFiVDhX4RyI/AAAAAAAAALg/yTxKdhKdplY/s1600/time+time+times.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TFiVDhX4RyI/AAAAAAAAALg/yTxKdhKdplY/s320/time+time+times.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #111111; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;article class="stat-text" id="post-899681256" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; display: block; margin-bottom: 30px; padding-bottom: 30px;"&gt;&lt;section style="display: block;"&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;horas,minutos,segundos, o ponteiro do relógio gira, faz os seus 360º, e a vida passa, e você apenas olha, olha como tudo em sua volta muda, tudo, menos você. Seus pensamentos e vida continuam os mesmos, mesmo sabendo que é hora de mudar, de seguir em frente e fazer planos, planos que um dia irão te ajudar a chegar a algum lugar, seu caminho é você quem monta, sua vida é você quem guia e suas escolhas é você quem faz, não coloque obstáculos aonde não tem, não coloque problemas aonde eles não existem. Vai ou fique, não arrume desculpas, apenas faça, escolha entre ir e ficar, entre ser ou não feliz, e acima de tudo entre ter ou não ter o que tanto quer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;nossa vida se basea nas escolhas e planos em fazemos, faça o hoje para sentir o amanhã.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/section&gt;&lt;/article&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933204250711472200-7184919570821752860?l=palavrasxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/feeds/7184919570821752860/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933204250711472200&amp;postID=7184919570821752860' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/7184919570821752860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/7184919570821752860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/2010/08/horasminutossegundos-o-ponteiro-do.html' title=''/><author><name>suzanna g. camargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842057606508288271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TTJXgTZmegI/AAAAAAAAARA/cZU9W8EbQx0/S220/DSC05226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TFiVDhX4RyI/AAAAAAAAALg/yTxKdhKdplY/s72-c/time+time+times.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933204250711472200.post-7011453316296973710</id><published>2010-07-27T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T11:56:30.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>impulsos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TE8rVgjWX2I/AAAAAAAAAK0/MMWpzswxKos/s1600/picture-31.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TE8rVgjWX2I/AAAAAAAAAK0/MMWpzswxKos/s320/picture-31.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O problema é que eu não consigo para de pensar em você, no que acharia ou falaria sobre minhas atitudes, a cada minuto, meus neurônios gritam o seu nome, como se ele já fosse algo que não sai mais de minha cabeça, talvez uma obsessão que corre vorazmente em minhas veias,bloqueando minha razão, seguindo seus próprios impulsos nervosos e irracionais, não sei distinguir nem ao menos explicar, so sei que eu te amo mais do que se pode imaginar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933204250711472200-7011453316296973710?l=palavrasxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/feeds/7011453316296973710/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933204250711472200&amp;postID=7011453316296973710' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/7011453316296973710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/7011453316296973710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/2010/07/impulsos.html' title='impulsos'/><author><name>suzanna g. camargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842057606508288271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TTJXgTZmegI/AAAAAAAAARA/cZU9W8EbQx0/S220/DSC05226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TE8rVgjWX2I/AAAAAAAAAK0/MMWpzswxKos/s72-c/picture-31.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933204250711472200.post-8893249609990533278</id><published>2010-06-26T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T14:38:43.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>365 dias</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Existe uma necessidade,e&amp;nbsp;é a necessidade de ter alguém com quem se possa viver, e te digo que resta um ano,e você tem dois caminhos a seguir ou vai ou fica, se ficar não lamente pela perda, se sair não exija demais, acorde e veja o que a cada momento você pode perder, seus sonhos estão sumindo, sua vida já se foi,quando o sol se for e você se deitar, pense, pense na sua vida, pense nas pessoas que você deixou &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" goog-spell-original="solitarias"&gt;solitárias&lt;/span&gt; com angustias e sentimentos &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" goog-spell-original="desvastadores"&gt;devastadores&lt;/span&gt; e reveja se tudo isso que você deixou para &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" goog-spell-original="tras"&gt;trás&lt;/span&gt; ainda vale tanto a pena para você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933204250711472200-8893249609990533278?l=palavrasxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/feeds/8893249609990533278/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933204250711472200&amp;postID=8893249609990533278' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/8893249609990533278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/8893249609990533278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/2010/06/365-dias.html' title='365 dias'/><author><name>suzanna g. camargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842057606508288271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TTJXgTZmegI/AAAAAAAAARA/cZU9W8EbQx0/S220/DSC05226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933204250711472200.post-4153483088772234505</id><published>2010-06-11T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T17:39:51.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bar, bebida, eu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A cada gole motivado pelo pessimismo que domina cada espaço vazio da minha mente, transbordando amarguras de emoções apagadas e seladas que resolveram afogar suas magoas em litros e litros de álcool, não se necessita de razão ate mesmo porque ela já se foi, jogada na lata de lixo com oportunidades perdidas e deixadas para trás em meio de tempestades de ilusões, não resta outro caminho a seguir a não ser, um caminho um simples movimento com os braços, copo bebida boca, e o arrependimento se vai em alguns pequenos goles, se vai junto com todos os sentimentos considerados bons para os outros.&lt;/span&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TBLPWti4zXI/AAAAAAAAAKU/NkRJVSN6hy0/s1600/18885089.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TBLPWti4zXI/AAAAAAAAAKU/NkRJVSN6hy0/s320/18885089.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;não ia postar hoje,mais resolvi, whatever.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933204250711472200-4153483088772234505?l=palavrasxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/feeds/4153483088772234505/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933204250711472200&amp;postID=4153483088772234505' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/4153483088772234505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/4153483088772234505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/2010/06/bar-bebida-eu.html' title='bar, bebida, eu.'/><author><name>suzanna g. camargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842057606508288271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TTJXgTZmegI/AAAAAAAAARA/cZU9W8EbQx0/S220/DSC05226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TBLPWti4zXI/AAAAAAAAAKU/NkRJVSN6hy0/s72-c/18885089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933204250711472200.post-433550529481023912</id><published>2010-06-07T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T16:35:37.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sonho!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;manhã beijo abraço &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;carinho&lt;/span&gt; acordar chuveiro roupas café beijo escola almoço livros tv &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;saudade&lt;/span&gt; telefone encontro carinho brincadeiras casa jantar risos sono cama frio dormir &lt;strike&gt;abraços&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-e&amp;nbsp;ainda dizem que sonhar não é bom, e só quem sente entende, tão simples!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933204250711472200-433550529481023912?l=palavrasxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/feeds/433550529481023912/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933204250711472200&amp;postID=433550529481023912' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/433550529481023912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/433550529481023912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/2010/06/sonho.html' title='sonho!'/><author><name>suzanna g. camargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842057606508288271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TTJXgTZmegI/AAAAAAAAARA/cZU9W8EbQx0/S220/DSC05226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933204250711472200.post-4078499745066091898</id><published>2010-05-07T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T14:36:40.806-07:00</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/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/S-SHOJ64x1I/AAAAAAAAAKM/5fRiF_ED5gg/s1600/historias-de-terror-palhaco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/S-SHOJ64x1I/AAAAAAAAAKM/5fRiF_ED5gg/s200/historias-de-terror-palhaco.jpg" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Vamos parar com esse joguinho de falsas promessas, suas mentiras estão tornando tudo mais visível, estamos pior que em um espetáculo de circo, onde esperam por algo estranhamente impressionante, mágicos de cartolas pretas e grandes, morada de coelhos, mágicas não tão mágicas, e palhaços não tão palhaços, com piadas, sorrisos e maquiagem velhas, pela sua expressão se vê que uma tempestade de problemas o aflige, a platéia já não esta tão feliz, a felicidade que antes era digna daquele lugar já não o abita, se vê apenas as expressões mais tristes, tensas, infelizes, problemáticas e deprimentes na face de cada ser ali presente, o espetáculo se tornou um show, um show de horrores, se tornou o show da &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;VIDA&lt;/span&gt;, nada mais importa o egoísmo, a ganância e a angustia prevaleceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933204250711472200-4078499745066091898?l=palavrasxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/feeds/4078499745066091898/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933204250711472200&amp;postID=4078499745066091898' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/4078499745066091898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/4078499745066091898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/2010/05/vamos-parar-com-esse-joguinho-de-falsas.html' title=''/><author><name>suzanna g. camargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842057606508288271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TTJXgTZmegI/AAAAAAAAARA/cZU9W8EbQx0/S220/DSC05226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/S-SHOJ64x1I/AAAAAAAAAKM/5fRiF_ED5gg/s72-c/historias-de-terror-palhaco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933204250711472200.post-7726137585312137586</id><published>2010-04-12T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T14:48:12.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;_&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;acho que eu te amo&lt;/i&gt; - ele disse quase sem voz, tentando não olhar nos olhos da garota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;_ &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;e eu tenho certeza que você não&amp;nbsp;merece&amp;nbsp;meu amor,não mais&lt;/i&gt;- lhe respondeu a garota, de cabeça alta e com os olhos involuntariamente cheio de&amp;nbsp;lágrimas, e assim que terminou a frase, saiu correndo imediatamente daquele lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;é sempre bom ter certeza das coisas.&lt;/s&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/2933204250711472200-7726137585312137586?l=palavrasxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/feeds/7726137585312137586/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933204250711472200&amp;postID=7726137585312137586' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/7726137585312137586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/7726137585312137586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>suzanna g. camargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842057606508288271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TTJXgTZmegI/AAAAAAAAARA/cZU9W8EbQx0/S220/DSC05226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933204250711472200.post-6662328802493810473</id><published>2010-04-11T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T17:53:43.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mentiras.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;você deveria saber que eu odeio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;mentiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;, deveria saber que eu odeio o modo como age,o modo como conversa,o modo como me trata,o modo como me vê,o modo como desconfia de mim. Não duvide mais de mim, posso fazer algo que trará até um certo arrependimento mais depois um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;êxtase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; grandioso, é eu sei que você me engana, e acha que eu estou na sua mão, mais as coisas não são bem assim, a vida ensina a perder e a ganhar, eu sei o que eu posso, e nesse tópico você não se encontra, isso mesmo, eu não posso ter você, não pelo tempo que eu imaginava, o que realmente me fez dar o famoso sorriso de coringa, eu não te quero, não nesse mar de mentiras que você se encontra.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933204250711472200-6662328802493810473?l=palavrasxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/feeds/6662328802493810473/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933204250711472200&amp;postID=6662328802493810473' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/6662328802493810473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/6662328802493810473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/2010/04/mentiras.html' title='mentiras.'/><author><name>suzanna g. camargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842057606508288271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TTJXgTZmegI/AAAAAAAAARA/cZU9W8EbQx0/S220/DSC05226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933204250711472200.post-6024237803313978675</id><published>2010-03-30T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T11:37:37.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>não preciso nem dizer nada,não é mesmo!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tem beijo que parece mordida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;tem mordida que parece carinho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;tem carinho que parece briga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;tem briga que aparece pra trazer sorriso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas o coração nos diz que é o mais bonito&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Descobrir o verdadeiro sentido das coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;teatro mágico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933204250711472200-6024237803313978675?l=palavrasxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/feeds/6024237803313978675/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933204250711472200&amp;postID=6024237803313978675' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/6024237803313978675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/6024237803313978675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/2010/03/precisa-nem-dizer-nada.html' title='não preciso nem dizer nada,não é mesmo!?'/><author><name>suzanna g. camargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842057606508288271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TTJXgTZmegI/AAAAAAAAARA/cZU9W8EbQx0/S220/DSC05226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933204250711472200.post-5732734624332314936</id><published>2010-03-19T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T11:38:18.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>preciso parar de mentir pra mim mesma.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/S6PAHa7AjTI/AAAAAAAAAII/FeJhhZ_vN1U/s1600-h/7a8582d00be08e4099aeae0c3c845d85.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/S6PAHa7AjTI/AAAAAAAAAII/FeJhhZ_vN1U/s200/7a8582d00be08e4099aeae0c3c845d85.jpg" vt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;eu queria poder dizer que não preciso de você, que não preciso de ninguém, mais seria uma grande&amp;nbsp;mentira dizer tudo isso, todos vêem nos meu olhos,nos meus gestos e nas minhas atitudes que eu preciso mais de você, do que qualquer outra pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933204250711472200-5732734624332314936?l=palavrasxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5732734624332314936/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933204250711472200&amp;postID=5732734624332314936' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/5732734624332314936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/5732734624332314936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/2010/03/preciso-para-de-mentir-pra-mim-mesma.html' title='preciso parar de mentir pra mim mesma.'/><author><name>suzanna g. camargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842057606508288271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TTJXgTZmegI/AAAAAAAAARA/cZU9W8EbQx0/S220/DSC05226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/S6PAHa7AjTI/AAAAAAAAAII/FeJhhZ_vN1U/s72-c/7a8582d00be08e4099aeae0c3c845d85.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933204250711472200.post-5816884797187962027</id><published>2010-03-03T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T11:06:39.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>julieta,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/S46zAYk561I/AAAAAAAAAIA/3Zi8QQ5ois4/s1600-h/tem+algm+ai+fora.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/S46zAYk561I/AAAAAAAAAIA/3Zi8QQ5ois4/s320/tem+algm+ai+fora.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A Julieta era uma idiota. Porque ela se apaixona por aquele cara que ela sabe que não pode ter… Todo mundo acha isso tão romântico: Romeu e Julieta, amor verdadeiro… que triste. Se Julieta foi burra o bastante para se apaixonar pelo inimigo, beber uma garrafa de veneno e ir repousar num mausoléu, então ela teve o que merecia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;(não faço nem ideia de quem é esse texto.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-reflita :&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933204250711472200-5816884797187962027?l=palavrasxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5816884797187962027/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933204250711472200&amp;postID=5816884797187962027' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/5816884797187962027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/5816884797187962027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/2010/03/julieta.html' title='julieta,'/><author><name>suzanna g. camargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842057606508288271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TTJXgTZmegI/AAAAAAAAARA/cZU9W8EbQx0/S220/DSC05226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/S46zAYk561I/AAAAAAAAAIA/3Zi8QQ5ois4/s72-c/tem+algm+ai+fora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933204250711472200.post-606139006722834159</id><published>2010-02-22T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T11:20:35.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>e a gente espera o amanhã;</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/S4LY8quKU4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/x-BxNSc4x7Q/s1600-h/16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/S4LY8quKU4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/x-BxNSc4x7Q/s320/16.jpg" width="320" /&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: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;hoje você se vai, e eu sofro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;e amanhã ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;e amanhã eu vou, e te deixo.&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/2933204250711472200-606139006722834159?l=palavrasxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/feeds/606139006722834159/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933204250711472200&amp;postID=606139006722834159' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/606139006722834159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/606139006722834159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/2010/02/e-gente-espera-o-amanha.html' title='e a gente espera o amanhã;'/><author><name>suzanna g. camargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842057606508288271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TTJXgTZmegI/AAAAAAAAARA/cZU9W8EbQx0/S220/DSC05226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/S4LY8quKU4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/x-BxNSc4x7Q/s72-c/16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933204250711472200.post-2413863656878586084</id><published>2009-10-31T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T11:45:47.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pare de me cobrar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/Suyxs6xtpaI/AAAAAAAAAFU/RBlynAIG74s/s1600-h/17650052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398885438560511394" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/Suyxs6xtpaI/AAAAAAAAAFU/RBlynAIG74s/s320/17650052.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 320px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 260px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: verdana;"&gt;oh yeah,congratulations, you got me down D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Porque insistimos tanto em dizer que conhecemos as pessoas,sendo que sabemos apenas o nome dessa pessoa e nada mais que isso,somente achamos que sabemos algo,mais nos enganamos completamente :~&lt;br /&gt;Sem duvida alguma eu digo -&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PARE DE ME COBRAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- ,pare de me pedir amor se você só me oferece pena,compaixão,pare de me pedir beijos se o máximo que você me oferece e um aperto de mão e talvez um abraço, pare de me cobrar sinceridade se tudo que você conseguiu me oferecer foi sua eterna falsidade,pare de me cobrar lealdade se você só se demonstrou ser um eterno traidor,definitivamente PARE de me cobrar ser um pessoa melhor se você nem sabe sabe ao menos quem você é :~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933204250711472200-2413863656878586084?l=palavrasxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/feeds/2413863656878586084/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933204250711472200&amp;postID=2413863656878586084' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/2413863656878586084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/2413863656878586084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/2009/10/pare-de-me-cobrar.html' title='pare de me cobrar.'/><author><name>suzanna g. camargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842057606508288271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TTJXgTZmegI/AAAAAAAAARA/cZU9W8EbQx0/S220/DSC05226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/Suyxs6xtpaI/AAAAAAAAAFU/RBlynAIG74s/s72-c/17650052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933204250711472200.post-2791107909652133650</id><published>2009-09-27T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T11:48:11.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nada mais importa nada mais faz diferença.&lt;br /&gt;Sua &lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;falta&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;ausência&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Sua &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;presença&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Me faz mal, me deixa mal e eu apenas não posso fazer nada, somente imaginar como e sentir seu calor e assim fica; eu o silencio e meus sonhos bobos tentando te imaginar&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/2933204250711472200-2791107909652133650?l=palavrasxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/feeds/2791107909652133650/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933204250711472200&amp;postID=2791107909652133650' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/2791107909652133650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933204250711472200/posts/default/2791107909652133650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasxx.blogspot.com/2009/09/d.html' title=''/><author><name>suzanna g. camargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842057606508288271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdZp_kjb3fQ/TTJXgTZmegI/AAAAAAAAARA/cZU9W8EbQx0/S220/DSC05226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
