<?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-6624378370997926818</id><updated>2011-10-31T06:20:42.612-02:00</updated><category term='Iniciar'/><title type='text'>Um alguém, um sonho, Gabriela.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gabriela Maria;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01649179246473313208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624378370997926818.post-7872523048289981187</id><published>2009-10-13T11:56:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T12:08:40.795-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/StSXniq81oI/AAAAAAAAAME/q5mPToB7p2I/s1600-h/danga+343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392101359446972034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/StSXniq81oI/AAAAAAAAAME/q5mPToB7p2I/s200/danga+343.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Se por mais tempo eu for viver assim,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mentindo para quem não quer ouvir,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu desistiria da eternidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;por um grito de liberdade".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando somos jovens, lá pelos 15 anos da nossa adolescência, aproveitamos tudo que é oportunidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nunca dizemos 'não' para uma festa, ou para um dia sem fazer nada com os amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Esperamos sempre ansiosos pelo final de semana, mesmo que não façamos nada durante ela toda, por quê afinal as farras são para todos e não só para os estudantes-não-trabalhadores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Reencontramos amigos de longe, fazemos novos amigos e deixamos outros de lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;É a lei da vida, tudo tem sua fase...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aí você para e pensa: "Eu sinto saudade daqueles tempos, de que a responsabilidade era menor e a felicidade era maior".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Isso por quê você ainda tem 18 anos, agora imagina isso nos seus 30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Afinal, de repente 30 não é?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu prefiro dizer que fui feliz e sabia disso, e hoje sou feliz também só que por outros motivos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mudamos o foco da nossa felicidade, mudamos a fase, o desempenho das nossas atividades se voltaram para outros objetivos, outras metas. O trabalho, os estudos pra faculdade, as responsabilidades em casa, com sua parceira (o). Mas isso não quer dizer que não possamos ser feliz. Na verdade, somos felizes por termos entrado na fase adulta com forma de adulto. Do que adianta fazer 18 anos, entrar na tão sonhada idade maior.. se você não é um adulto? Se continua a brincar de viver? Ser adulto é respeitar o novo mundo que se entra, é ter força e coragem pra enfrentar as barreiras do mundo profissional, é estar sempre alerta com as dívidas e dúvidas sobre o que essa nova idade pode trazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Se ame e, consequentemente, seja &lt;strong&gt;feliz&lt;/strong&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/6624378370997926818-7872523048289981187?l=nacama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/feeds/7872523048289981187/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624378370997926818&amp;postID=7872523048289981187' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/7872523048289981187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/7872523048289981187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/2009/10/se-por-mais-tempo-eu-for-viver-assim.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela Maria;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01649179246473313208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/StSXniq81oI/AAAAAAAAAME/q5mPToB7p2I/s72-c/danga+343.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624378370997926818.post-1478950683075786237</id><published>2009-06-10T11:21:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T11:39:32.243-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Encontros e Despedidas - Maria Rita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/Si_D2DejP7I/AAAAAAAAALc/7alhclKJgps/s1600-h/danga+357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345706616125865906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/Si_D2DejP7I/AAAAAAAAALc/7alhclKJgps/s200/danga+357.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Tem gente que chega pra ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tem gente que vai pra nunca mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tem gente que vem e quer voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tem gente que vai e quer ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tem gente que veio só olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tem gente a sorrir e a chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;E assim, chegar e partir". ♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A vida é como um obstáculo, um teste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Todo mundo aqui já se deparou com ações do destino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Um empurrãozinho que a vida deu para seguirmos adiante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nada é por acaso, tudo que vivenciamos deve ser levado como aprendizado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Por que se você não aprender, a vida da um jeito de esfregar na cara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-Trabalhe como se não precisasse do dinheiro;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-Ame como se nunca tivesse sido magoado;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-Chore quando necessário como se nunca deixasse de ser uma criança, mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-Siga adiante com a graça de um adulto e não com a tristeza de uma criança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nunca acreditei em contos de fadas, destino ou algo do tipo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas quando ele me sacudiu, me mostrou o 'Amor à primeira vista', &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;quando me mostrou que eu posso fazer a diferença, ao invés de esperar deitada em casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;í sim! Eu acreditei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;E hoje eu acredito que tudo o que escrevi aqui, um dia vai fazer a diferença pra alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O destino não erra, mas pode ser modificado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Então não perca as oportunidades que ele te impõe, pode ser a única.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Abraço, Gá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624378370997926818-1478950683075786237?l=nacama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/feeds/1478950683075786237/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624378370997926818&amp;postID=1478950683075786237' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/1478950683075786237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/1478950683075786237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/2009/06/encontros-e-despedidas-maria-rita.html' title='Encontros e Despedidas - Maria Rita'/><author><name>Gabriela Maria;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01649179246473313208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/Si_D2DejP7I/AAAAAAAAALc/7alhclKJgps/s72-c/danga+357.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624378370997926818.post-8812167361026075664</id><published>2009-05-04T14:10:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T14:17:41.994-03:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Algumas pessoas podem não saber o que se passa em sua mente. Saber expressar sentimentos ocultos é um dom que poucos usufruem. Quem um dia se decepcionou com a realidade, ou se manteve na culpa de que o mundo desabou sabe que foi você quem deu o cheque-mate. Eu era um simples peão que derrubou a rainha. No jogo, tudo acaba quando a majestosa cai ao chão. Na vida, tudo acaba quando há um recomeço futuro. Ninguém morre, todos renascemos das cinzas e esquecemos como fomos queimados. Uma criança é ingênua enquanto os pais não mostram o planeta em que vivem. Um adolescente é inseguro quando seus hormônios começam a se formar. Um adulto sabe fazer a criança, e esquece da adolescência. Um idoso sempre diz: "um dia eu fui feliz". É a lei da gravidade, um dia tudo cairá e você se arrependerá do que não fez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Seja a diferença.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624378370997926818-8812167361026075664?l=nacama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/feeds/8812167361026075664/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624378370997926818&amp;postID=8812167361026075664' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/8812167361026075664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/8812167361026075664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-be.html' title='To Be ...'/><author><name>Gabriela Maria;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01649179246473313208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624378370997926818.post-1163818734500790136</id><published>2009-05-04T11:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T11:15:32.951-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tatuagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/Sf74ZtW1WgI/AAAAAAAAAK4/NvwTxfKkDjM/s1600-h/Ga1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331972129409030658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/Sf74ZtW1WgI/AAAAAAAAAK4/NvwTxfKkDjM/s200/Ga1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não há amor que desperdice olhares, fatos, fotos. Nós nos perdemos no meio de areias finas, encontramos agulhas em meio de pilhas. Estou ligada no 220 e não sei como sair de alguém que se diz acabada, acabou. Alguém que te olha como se o mundo não girasse, se você estivesse ali e mais ninguém pudesse entrar pela porta. Você sabe o quanto pode amar alguém, ou simplesmente fingir que esse alguém não é ninguém. Se esconda, se encolha, e diga tchau. A tristeza é inevitável, o sofrimento é opcional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ame sempre, não é por que alguém te deixou uma cicatriz que você terá que se cortar novamente. Diga que você consegue, que você conseguirá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não leve a vida a sério, mas leve as pessoas da sua vida à risca. Elas são essenciais para o seu 'bem-estar'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorria!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gá.&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/6624378370997926818-1163818734500790136?l=nacama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/feeds/1163818734500790136/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624378370997926818&amp;postID=1163818734500790136' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/1163818734500790136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/1163818734500790136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/2009/05/tatuagem.html' title='Tatuagem'/><author><name>Gabriela Maria;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01649179246473313208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/Sf74ZtW1WgI/AAAAAAAAAK4/NvwTxfKkDjM/s72-c/Ga1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624378370997926818.post-7800618780777098656</id><published>2009-04-19T15:49:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T16:02:39.418-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A razão é uma fonte de energia, flexibilidade e traiçoeira.&lt;br /&gt;Ao contrário da razão, a emoção é frágil, duradoura e traiçoeira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem deixa a vida pessoal para fazer carreira, acaba com dinheiro e sofisticação. Ou apenas acaba na ilusão de que tudo gira em torno de bens materiais, sendo que esses não levaremos para o plano espiritual.&lt;br /&gt;Quem deixa a vida profissional para construir um amor, acaba iludido e sem dinheiro. Ou apenas se segura em uma pessoa para viver de fogão, limpeza do lar e corna.&lt;br /&gt;A pessoa que consegue unir o pessoal e o profissional sem desmoronar tem meus humildes aplausos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Quando tudo explodir em sua vida pessoal, me avise que é tempo de te promover." Diabo Veste Prada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando você não tem nem um, nem outro?&lt;br /&gt;Aí você apela para o quarto fechado, pois só você pode se ajudar.&lt;br /&gt;Cresça mais, faça acontecer, seja a tal diferença.&lt;br /&gt;É ela quem vai te dar a força pra ser maior, mesmo quando tudo estiver fora do seu alcance, LUTE! Não deixe-se vencer pelo fracasso. A vida já é tão problemática, pra que inventar mais complicações?&lt;br /&gt;Chore quando sentir necessidade, mas faça dessas lágrimas a ponte para o seu sucesso.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém pode te abalar com um simples pé na bunda, sendo ele no trabalho ou no namoro, seja fria e calculista nas suas decisões. Siga adiante por você, ninguém caminha com as suas pernas.&lt;br /&gt;Idiota é aquele que tem medo de errar.&lt;br /&gt;Burro é aquele que erra e insiste no erro.&lt;br /&gt;Esperto é aquele que erra, mas conserta sem errar novamente.&lt;br /&gt;Inteligente é aquele que aprende com os erros do próximo.&lt;br /&gt;Perfeito é aquele que não existe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Não existe pessoas perfeitas, o que existe são pessoas que ressaltam mais qualidades do que defeitos".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo, Gá.&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/6624378370997926818-7800618780777098656?l=nacama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/feeds/7800618780777098656/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624378370997926818&amp;postID=7800618780777098656' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/7800618780777098656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/7800618780777098656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/2009/04/razao-e-um-fonte-de-energia.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela Maria;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01649179246473313208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624378370997926818.post-3220569156233081839</id><published>2008-12-26T10:44:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T10:47:16.037-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Não sou o sexo perfeito, mas o faço.&lt;br /&gt;Não sou a mulher perfeita, mas sou mulher.&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto de ninguém, mas amo alguém.&lt;br /&gt;Sou do sexo feminino, e esse alguém também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dispenso comentários críticos)&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/6624378370997926818-3220569156233081839?l=nacama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/feeds/3220569156233081839/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624378370997926818&amp;postID=3220569156233081839' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/3220569156233081839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/3220569156233081839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-sou-o-sexo-perfeito-mas-o-fao.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela Maria;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01649179246473313208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624378370997926818.post-4599284292502083572</id><published>2007-11-18T00:49:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T18:54:33.506-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/Rz9UpT7fLUI/AAAAAAAAAGg/6IfP3YfGxys/s1600-h/friends.forever+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/Rz9UpT7fLUI/AAAAAAAAAGg/6IfP3YfGxys/s200/friends.forever+099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133915168926805314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Estudando os passos, calculando o espaço, materializando a natureza.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É difícil estar pensando em me mudar, ou somente mentalizar no impossível.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Queria tanto voar pelo mundo, descobri-lo à fundo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Caro leitor, vou ser a tão sonhada publicitária bem-sucedida que minha mãe negou e meu pai não acompanhou.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não sou mais uma filha colocada no mundo pra seguir o sonho dos pais, aquela que vai fazer Medicina por mérito familiares, tenho minha opinião formada e espero que meu currículo também, Publicidade e Propaganda.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modestamente,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriela.&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/6624378370997926818-4599284292502083572?l=nacama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/feeds/4599284292502083572/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624378370997926818&amp;postID=4599284292502083572' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/4599284292502083572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/4599284292502083572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/2007/11/estudando-os-passos-calculando-o-espao.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela Maria;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01649179246473313208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/Rz9UpT7fLUI/AAAAAAAAAGg/6IfP3YfGxys/s72-c/friends.forever+099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624378370997926818.post-5706233917464105572</id><published>2007-11-14T04:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T23:38:30.323-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/Rzo-hjXNTDI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZVQV6rEaysE/s1600-h/DSC01390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/Rzo-hjXNTDI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZVQV6rEaysE/s200/DSC01390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132483471491288114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É tão bom poder contar os segundos, sentir o frio na barriga, só pra ver e dar um abraço em quem você ama.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinbora pa limoeira cigulmda negadah, re re (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624378370997926818-5706233917464105572?l=nacama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/feeds/5706233917464105572/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624378370997926818&amp;postID=5706233917464105572' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/5706233917464105572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/5706233917464105572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-bom-poder-contar-os-segundos-sentir.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela Maria;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01649179246473313208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/Rzo-hjXNTDI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZVQV6rEaysE/s72-c/DSC01390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624378370997926818.post-6404458101106769245</id><published>2007-11-06T06:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T00:31:43.227-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/RzEjdo0mhNI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/H2P14ztQzOs/s1600-h/photos+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/RzEjdo0mhNI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/H2P14ztQzOs/s200/photos+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129920442632930514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O estranho não é meu modo de agir, é meu modo de pensar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pensamentos fluem como um fluxo que o fim apresenta um recomeço.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O esquisito mesmo é deixar de pensar que se eu agisse de outra forma, não seria eu.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Prefiro o amargo da realidade do que a falsidade de alguns que vivem na ilusão.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... recomeça amanhã :*:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624378370997926818-6404458101106769245?l=nacama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/feeds/6404458101106769245/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624378370997926818&amp;postID=6404458101106769245' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/6404458101106769245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/6404458101106769245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/2007/11/o-estranho-no-meu-modo-de-agir-meu-modo.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela Maria;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01649179246473313208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/RzEjdo0mhNI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/H2P14ztQzOs/s72-c/photos+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624378370997926818.post-688641661520360796</id><published>2007-11-05T02:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T20:24:50.505-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sabia que eu posso sentir?&lt;br /&gt;é tão inútil como papel higiênico usado.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez você se iluda por um ou dois tempos,&lt;br /&gt;consiga viver dizendo asneiras que ninguém quer ouvir,&lt;br /&gt;ou por que ninguém mereça tal privilégio.&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho o ser humano porco demais,&lt;br /&gt;um aterro sanitário no meio de tanto meio ambiental, é podre.&lt;br /&gt;Posso viver sentindo, me iludindo, dizendo eu te amo e sujando cada vez mais o cérebro de todo mundo.&lt;br /&gt;E você, vai querer se manipular?&lt;br /&gt;É como aquela morfina que você vive tomando, uma vez ou outra você nem sente mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo e se fodendo, sofrendo e morrendo.&lt;br /&gt;Por que realmente é assim, no fim, só nos resta o nosso túmulo.&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/6624378370997926818-688641661520360796?l=nacama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/feeds/688641661520360796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624378370997926818&amp;postID=688641661520360796' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/688641661520360796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/688641661520360796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/2007/11/sabia-que-eu-posso-sentir-to-intil-como.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela Maria;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01649179246473313208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624378370997926818.post-8143098697675386258</id><published>2007-11-01T23:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T18:56:08.618-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lá em Pato Branco ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Minha vida, uma história de comédia, amigos e tragédia só pra fazer uma média.&lt;br /&gt;Eu resumiria ela em momentos felizes, guardaria os tristes em uma caixinha escrito: DANGER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, caro leitor, viva de comédia, faça seu drama por um romance e deixe a história de suspense te envolver no terror da tragédia, sem esquecer que está vivendo uma ficção em um mundo de aventuras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um alguém, um sonho, Gabriela.&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/6624378370997926818-8143098697675386258?l=nacama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/feeds/8143098697675386258/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624378370997926818&amp;postID=8143098697675386258' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/8143098697675386258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/8143098697675386258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/2007/11/l-em-pato-branco.html' title='Lá em Pato Branco ..'/><author><name>Gabriela Maria;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01649179246473313208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624378370997926818.post-5665735680265080348</id><published>2007-10-08T04:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T00:19:35.339-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/RwrzLaMomvI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zh3PYe-vD14/s1600-h/variadas+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/RwrzLaMomvI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zh3PYe-vD14/s200/variadas+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119171303796415218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sinto um frio de 40ºC invadindo meu peito, me segurando daquele jeito sufocante quando você me abraçou. A intensidade é ardente, é ufegante, é como se eu só quisesse estar assim à todo instante, só por que você estaria comigo. A amizade se estampa, as conversas já não são mais as mesmas, os assuntos mudam de rumo, se tornam cansativos e sem muita extensão. O que deixamos no passado, nos assombra no presente em forma de saudade o que mais temo no futuro..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;te perder no rumo distante que caminhamos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/6624378370997926818-5665735680265080348?l=nacama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/feeds/5665735680265080348/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624378370997926818&amp;postID=5665735680265080348' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/5665735680265080348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/5665735680265080348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/2007/10/sinto-um-frio-de-40c-invadindo-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela Maria;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01649179246473313208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/RwrzLaMomvI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zh3PYe-vD14/s72-c/variadas+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624378370997926818.post-295339497111460975</id><published>2007-09-25T22:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T18:45:05.383-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/RvmBUKMomuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/CPKychJ8MaE/s1600-h/variadas+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/RvmBUKMomuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/CPKychJ8MaE/s200/variadas+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114261035190622946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abandonei, e voltei.&lt;br /&gt;Com o coração amargurado de perdas e conquistas que não me fazem esquecer do principal em tudo que faço, amor. Sofri, chorei, gritei, encontrei quem pudesse me acolher, mas você é mais forte que eu, meu coração é mais frágil que o seu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São coisas da vida.&lt;br /&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/6624378370997926818-295339497111460975?l=nacama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/feeds/295339497111460975/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624378370997926818&amp;postID=295339497111460975' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/295339497111460975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/295339497111460975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/2007/09/abandonei-e-voltei.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela Maria;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01649179246473313208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/RvmBUKMomuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/CPKychJ8MaE/s72-c/variadas+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624378370997926818.post-2121343793629813510</id><published>2007-09-08T14:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T10:50:57.020-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/RuKop-xh3JI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qbS7Ez1U_x0/s1600-h/DSC01323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/RuKop-xh3JI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qbS7Ez1U_x0/s200/DSC01323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107830366570405010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;E que o amanhã nos traga a felicidade .. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 dia.&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/6624378370997926818-2121343793629813510?l=nacama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/feeds/2121343793629813510/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624378370997926818&amp;postID=2121343793629813510' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/2121343793629813510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/2121343793629813510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/2007/09/e-que-o-amanh-nos-traga-felicidade.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela Maria;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01649179246473313208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/RuKop-xh3JI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qbS7Ez1U_x0/s72-c/DSC01323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624378370997926818.post-7802502194732388075</id><published>2007-08-31T22:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T18:42:08.290-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/RtiLAuxh3HI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d-aSdkBOhuA/s1600-h/DSC01391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/RtiLAuxh3HI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d-aSdkBOhuA/s200/DSC01391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104983022296489074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Um dia eu vou acordar desse pesadelo em saudades e vou estar com você do meu lado. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 dias, meu amor! *.*&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/6624378370997926818-7802502194732388075?l=nacama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/feeds/7802502194732388075/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624378370997926818&amp;postID=7802502194732388075' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/7802502194732388075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/7802502194732388075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/2007/08/um-dia-eu-vou-acordar-desse-pesadelo-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela Maria;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01649179246473313208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/RtiLAuxh3HI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d-aSdkBOhuA/s72-c/DSC01391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624378370997926818.post-4666694940866362514</id><published>2007-08-22T23:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T19:13:08.330-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/Rsyztexh3DI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tfAorwVxGVA/s1600-h/DSC01300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/Rsyztexh3DI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tfAorwVxGVA/s200/DSC01300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101650071840218162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dor de garganta, stress, amor explodindo, saudades saltando.. AAAH STOP! Quero descer, com direito a voltar, mas pra converter tudo isso em gratificação. Quando o coração apaixona, a alma fala mais alto, a mentira se isola, e a verdade se estampa. Eu Te Amo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Para os meus amigos, aquele abraço, e pra você meu amor, o meu beijo eterno. ♥&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem dias que a noite é foda .. ♪&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/6624378370997926818-4666694940866362514?l=nacama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/feeds/4666694940866362514/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624378370997926818&amp;postID=4666694940866362514' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/4666694940866362514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/4666694940866362514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/2007/08/dor-de-garganta-stress-amor-explodndo.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela Maria;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01649179246473313208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/Rsyztexh3DI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tfAorwVxGVA/s72-c/DSC01300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624378370997926818.post-2001611794007512098</id><published>2007-08-16T14:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T10:02:29.357-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/RsRKxuxh27I/AAAAAAAAAC8/13lK72bEuAw/s1600-h/DSC08179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/RsRKxuxh27I/AAAAAAAAAC8/13lK72bEuAw/s200/DSC08179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099282896320060338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cabelo, maquiagem, unhas, roupas, sorriso, nervosismo, ansiedade..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AH! Faltam poucos dias, caraleo! :x&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ontem tive uma entrevista de emprego, fiquei nervosa antes, mas depois foi tudo bem.. agora ansiosa pra ligação da mulher. (yn)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hoje fazer as unhas, claro cor escura pra dar um UP, seja up você também, só pra quem sabe! :x&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Enfim, boa quinta e booooora pro salão minha gentchy. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:*:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624378370997926818-2001611794007512098?l=nacama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/feeds/2001611794007512098/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624378370997926818&amp;postID=2001611794007512098' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/2001611794007512098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/2001611794007512098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/2007/08/cabelo-maquiagem-unhas-roupas-sorriso.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela Maria;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01649179246473313208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/RsRKxuxh27I/AAAAAAAAAC8/13lK72bEuAw/s72-c/DSC08179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624378370997926818.post-8740375056197272313</id><published>2007-08-11T17:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T13:35:31.421-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/Rr3lOo6VInI/AAAAAAAAABk/9fKifjEb5ow/s1600-h/cutie+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/Rr3lOo6VInI/AAAAAAAAABk/9fKifjEb5ow/s200/cutie+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097482392916271730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;Veja bem, foi você a razão e o por que (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geeeeente, 1 semana *-*&lt;br /&gt;1 semana pra rever os mais perfeitos amigos, que saudades ~:&lt;br /&gt;Dias sem postar aqui, vamos voltando (H).&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que fazer um trabalho sobre Shakespeare, adoro demais.&lt;br /&gt;As aulas voltaram em força total, altaos bafões huhuhu. :x&lt;br /&gt;Só quem sabe sabe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaaaaaamo se joga nos livros, só se for pra dormir, tiau! :*:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624378370997926818-8740375056197272313?l=nacama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/feeds/8740375056197272313/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624378370997926818&amp;postID=8740375056197272313' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/8740375056197272313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/8740375056197272313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/2007/08/veja-bem-foi-voc-razo-e-o-por-que-l.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela Maria;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01649179246473313208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/Rr3lOo6VInI/AAAAAAAAABk/9fKifjEb5ow/s72-c/cutie+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624378370997926818.post-8006903507424121191</id><published>2007-08-05T14:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T10:48:04.855-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Queria contar TUDO aqui pra vocês perceberem a sensação que eu sinto,&lt;br /&gt;mas é impossivel, por que é inexplicável!&lt;br /&gt;Estar no meio da galera mais simpática e extrovertida, risadas sem FIM!&lt;br /&gt;É, concerteza vocês não me entenderiam.. mas saiba, é felicidade na certa :D&lt;br /&gt;Desde o começo, no onibus com o dan.. até o fim, qdo eu estava voltando pra casa :~&lt;br /&gt;Queria poder ficar mais, pena que são 14 dias sem vocês, mas agnt supera!&lt;br /&gt;Momentos:&lt;br /&gt;comparar o tamanho do cesar com o poste da rodoviaria, erramos, por pouco!&lt;br /&gt;carros param pra gnt passar, DIVINO! (H)&lt;br /&gt;andar pra passar o tempo, nem que seja só pra ver o ponto, mesmo que seja o errado ;x&lt;br /&gt;encontrar o resto do povo.. ficar sem fazer nada.. voltar às ruas de Campinas.&lt;br /&gt;papo vai papo vem, entramos numa loja de nao sei do que tb nao sei o nome!&lt;br /&gt;lá agnt se solta mais, fala mais bobagens =x se perde *-* AUSHASIHAUSHAISH&lt;br /&gt;fotos, poucas, voltemos à rodo.&lt;br /&gt;e por lá agnt fica um bom tempo, fomos para o shopping Dom Pedro dps!&lt;br /&gt;onibus? AIUSHAUSHUIAHSIHA O CARA TAVA SE ESFREGANDO NO PAU Oo&lt;br /&gt;5 pessoas RINDO, e ngm sabe o pq (6)&lt;br /&gt;Moki: Vamos passar em frente ao meu curso, à esquerda.&lt;br /&gt;EU LINDISSIMA passa um lugar e eu digo: GLS? Oo ah não! é GTS ;X AHSIUAHSUAHUISHAISIASIUHSAHS³³³&lt;br /&gt;OK, andamos mt de onibus né, povo contando das suas histórias e pãããn.&lt;br /&gt;chegamos na rua DOS CU! que na verdade era outro nome, mas eu só li RUA DOS CU :B&lt;br /&gt;PRONTO! Chegamos no shopping, o Jão lindissimo queria descer pela porta errada.&lt;br /&gt;Entramos pela entrada das FLOOOOOORES =XX AUISAIUSHUAIHSUHSA&lt;br /&gt;Que na verdade era a entrada GLS, a dos heteros chamava 'A PORTA DO INFERNO' AHSIUAHSAUISH.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, entramos e fomos ao banheiro, CABEÇAS ROLARAM pq a sombra saiu na foto (6)&lt;br /&gt;Só quem sabe, sabe! AUISHUIAHSUIAHSUHAUISHUIHAS&lt;br /&gt;Praça de Alimentação, o povo sossega.&lt;br /&gt;Fotos, e bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;Até que enfim, o povo de Limeira chega! HAIUSHIAUHAS&lt;br /&gt;Abraço lá cá, beijo pra lá... saimos fora do shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Ai começa a zuação até que paremos e:&lt;br /&gt;MÃE VIADINHO, OLHA PAI UM VIADO. ¬¬&lt;br /&gt;AINDA BEM QUE NÃO FALARAM BIXINHA, se não eles corriam atras da criança.&lt;br /&gt;'SOU VIADO SIM, É POR QUE NAO ME VIU NA BUATCHY AINDA'&lt;br /&gt;AHAZANDOOOOOOOO! UIAHSIHAUISHIAHSUAUSIHAUISHA&lt;br /&gt;Indo embora pra rodo, o povo alegrissimo, cantando (D).&lt;br /&gt;Cesar com dor de cabeça pede um remedio à moki e pergunta se é grande pra engolir sem agua.&lt;br /&gt;Moki diz que é, e comenta que o de anticonsepcional é mt pequeno.&lt;br /&gt;Danilo diz: MAGINA!&lt;br /&gt;Eu digo: é sim, pra VAGINA mesmo *-*&lt;br /&gt;RISADAS³³³³ AHUSIASUIAHSUIAHUSIHASS&lt;br /&gt;Chegando na rodo, não pararam de cantar :x&lt;br /&gt;Então eu linda, aproveitei-me da situação, peguei o boné do Jão e comecei a pedir uns trocados,&lt;br /&gt;afinal eles tavam dando um SHOW ali, nao ia ser de graça! AHSIUAHSIAHSIUAHSIUHASUIH.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, cá estou eu, viva para lhes contar do dia em que Campinas presenciou nossos ataques,&lt;br /&gt;nossas risadas, nossas histórias, NOSSA FELICIDADE (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada pessoal! *-*&lt;br /&gt;♥ 04/08/2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624378370997926818-8006903507424121191?l=nacama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/feeds/8006903507424121191/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624378370997926818&amp;postID=8006903507424121191' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/8006903507424121191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/8006903507424121191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/2007/08/queria-contar-tudo-aqui-pra-vocs.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela Maria;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01649179246473313208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624378370997926818.post-1658062854945864715</id><published>2007-08-02T03:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T23:04:04.197-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/RrE7fY6VImI/AAAAAAAAABc/yOAuUNBvjA8/s1600-h/cutie+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/RrE7fY6VImI/AAAAAAAAABc/yOAuUNBvjA8/s200/cutie+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093918063981830754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;Amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolorosamente, perigoso.&lt;br /&gt;Estar em dois lugares ao mesmo tempo,&lt;br /&gt;e só desejar um, o seu momento.&lt;br /&gt;Esperar anos por horas,&lt;br /&gt;não vou soltar sua mão.&lt;br /&gt;Sofrer por distância, morrer por amor.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo se o vento não te trouxer,&lt;br /&gt;eu vivo em função do coração.&lt;br /&gt;Só queria voar e estar com você,&lt;br /&gt;te abraçar e viver esse impossível.&lt;br /&gt;Correr no tempo e desmaiar em teus braços&lt;br /&gt;em memória dos nossos abraços.&lt;br /&gt;Me deixar livre ou me segurar?&lt;br /&gt;Posso estar à beira de um penhasco&lt;br /&gt;em que só você pode me salvar.&lt;br /&gt;Beijos e suspiros,&lt;br /&gt;em que o último sussurraria que te amo,&lt;br /&gt;só pra você lembrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Autora: Gabriela Passeri)&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/6624378370997926818-1658062854945864715?l=nacama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/feeds/1658062854945864715/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624378370997926818&amp;postID=1658062854945864715' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/1658062854945864715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/1658062854945864715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/2007/08/amor-dolorosamente-perigoso.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela Maria;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01649179246473313208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/RrE7fY6VImI/AAAAAAAAABc/yOAuUNBvjA8/s72-c/cutie+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624378370997926818.post-2427311872668770504</id><published>2007-07-31T15:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T11:12:16.528-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/Rq9DB46VIlI/AAAAAAAAABU/1H2bIZuNK_c/s1600-h/pdc.+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/Rq9DB46VIlI/AAAAAAAAABU/1H2bIZuNK_c/s200/pdc.+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093363403315290706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fotografias, chorar, sorrir, pensar, agir, parar... lembrar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se às vezes a solidão me ataca é por que falta você aonde sempre faltou.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se às vezes digo que te amo, não é minha voz quem diz, é o coração.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Entao nunca se esqueça do quanto você faz falta e do quanto meu coração te ama. ♥&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um segundo sem você aqui, lágrimas de quem vive por amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nesse frio seus braços se congelem no meu abraço (L).&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/6624378370997926818-2427311872668770504?l=nacama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/feeds/2427311872668770504/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624378370997926818&amp;postID=2427311872668770504' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/2427311872668770504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/2427311872668770504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/2007/07/fotografias-chorar-sorrir-pensar-agir.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela Maria;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01649179246473313208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/Rq9DB46VIlI/AAAAAAAAABU/1H2bIZuNK_c/s72-c/pdc.+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624378370997926818.post-8617282714986490681</id><published>2007-07-27T22:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T18:35:18.464-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/Rqpk846VIiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/g1F2JMPpIZQ/s1600-h/arvore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/Rqpk846VIiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/g1F2JMPpIZQ/s200/arvore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091993325927735842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;O grande valor de viver,  é se deixar pelo prazer de sorrir e pela vontade de ser o que você é, vivendo e não apenas existindo. Faça valer apena. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom Final de Semana *-*&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/6624378370997926818-8617282714986490681?l=nacama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/feeds/8617282714986490681/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624378370997926818&amp;postID=8617282714986490681' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/8617282714986490681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/8617282714986490681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/2007/07/o-grande-valor-de-viver-se-deixar-pelo.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela Maria;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01649179246473313208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/Rqpk846VIiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/g1F2JMPpIZQ/s72-c/arvore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624378370997926818.post-4283563425117483695</id><published>2007-07-26T14:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T10:23:47.207-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/RqigP46VIhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qtB9tdW3DBg/s1600-h/models+%28HH%29+065c.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/RqigP46VIhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qtB9tdW3DBg/s200/models+%28HH%29+065c.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091495573577867794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me sinto livre pra ser o que sou,&lt;br /&gt;me sinto renovada para fazer o que quero,&lt;br /&gt;e tudo que isso me possa trazer felicidade, eu espero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624378370997926818-4283563425117483695?l=nacama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/feeds/4283563425117483695/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624378370997926818&amp;postID=4283563425117483695' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/4283563425117483695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/4283563425117483695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/2007/07/me-sinto-livre-pra-ser-o-que-sou-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela Maria;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01649179246473313208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/RqigP46VIhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qtB9tdW3DBg/s72-c/models+%28HH%29+065c.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624378370997926818.post-623808730329987448</id><published>2007-07-23T02:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T22:50:15.979-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/RqQJCY6VIgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/lyl-XuPc5zY/s1600-h/marimar+AU%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/RqQJCY6VIgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/lyl-XuPc5zY/s200/marimar+AU%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090203415486996994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;felicidade é um fim de tarde olhando o mar .. ♪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaah to com saudades da gih :~ nhac.&lt;br /&gt;enfim, to feliz e to mt bem obg! :D&lt;br /&gt;ver amigos mesmo que por poucos minutos, é tudibão. *-*&lt;br /&gt;ainda mais com aquela entrada de boate de perdição ;xx ALOKA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma-ri-mar, ÁU! :*:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624378370997926818-623808730329987448?l=nacama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/feeds/623808730329987448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624378370997926818&amp;postID=623808730329987448' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/623808730329987448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/623808730329987448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/2007/07/felicidade-um-fim-de-tarde-olhando-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela Maria;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01649179246473313208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/RqQJCY6VIgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/lyl-XuPc5zY/s72-c/marimar+AU%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624378370997926818.post-1410745903002369618</id><published>2007-07-19T00:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T20:47:51.592-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/Rp6mgsVyblI/AAAAAAAAAAk/s9GriTSj2co/s1600-h/s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/Rp6mgsVyblI/AAAAAAAAAAk/s9GriTSj2co/s200/s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088687709563809362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;Ando bem destraída comigo mesma..&lt;br /&gt;às vezes quero ser livre, mas me prendo ao tempo,&lt;br /&gt;às promessas que fiz, entretanto aquelas que nunca cumpri..&lt;br /&gt;Passar dias sem saber a resposta de quem você é, tá tudo bem, tá tudo ótimo.&lt;br /&gt;Porém, passar uma vida ainda tendo essa dúvida, é inevitável as quedas e suas consequencias..&lt;br /&gt;Queria poder voar, e estar em cada lugar que eu queira, mas será que é o lugar que importa?&lt;br /&gt;Eu aprendi a confiar em mim, por isso hoje confio nos meus amigos, poucos, mas os bons!&lt;br /&gt;Quero dizer à você meu caro leitor, eu sei sorrir, mas nenhum ser humano alcançou a felicidade eterna.. e nem por isso eu já desisti dela!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cherry :*:&lt;br /&gt;wait for me, basic. ♥&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/6624378370997926818-1410745903002369618?l=nacama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/feeds/1410745903002369618/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624378370997926818&amp;postID=1410745903002369618' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/1410745903002369618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/1410745903002369618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/2007/07/ando-bem-destrada-comigo-mesma.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela Maria;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01649179246473313208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/Rp6mgsVyblI/AAAAAAAAAAk/s9GriTSj2co/s72-c/s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624378370997926818.post-8136436530933658466</id><published>2007-07-15T15:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T11:38:13.104-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Amanhã vou ver os amigos *--*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://fotolog.com/__danillo"&gt;danillo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; e o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://fotolog.com/the_good"&gt;gabriel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; lá em Limeira :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;vai ser demais rever vocês, além do mais que são um dos mais especiais aqui ♥.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;um verso pra você, confiança:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;¨É tão bom ter alguém por perto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;pra você se sentir completo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ter a mão que te leva pro futuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;vislumbrando horizontes seguros..¨&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;eu amo você demais, não sabe o quanto (L).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624378370997926818-8136436530933658466?l=nacama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/feeds/8136436530933658466/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624378370997926818&amp;postID=8136436530933658466' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/8136436530933658466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/8136436530933658466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/2007/07/amanh-vou-ver-os-amigos-o-danillo-e-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela Maria;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01649179246473313208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624378370997926818.post-2936227845710645469</id><published>2007-07-14T18:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T14:56:27.629-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;Sem computador, que desgraça :B&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, Brasil ganhou medalha de Prata no Esporte Aquático ^^&lt;br /&gt;Estavam lado a lado *-* por pouco! :B&lt;br /&gt;Meu dia? um cú! Mas vou sair hoje, vou fazer Piquinic com os amigos :D&lt;br /&gt;Elegantíssimo, não? :}}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos, beshas *:&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/6624378370997926818-2936227845710645469?l=nacama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/feeds/2936227845710645469/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624378370997926818&amp;postID=2936227845710645469' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/2936227845710645469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/2936227845710645469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/2007/07/sem-computador-que-desgraa-b-enfim.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela Maria;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01649179246473313208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624378370997926818.post-6865817195494950315</id><published>2007-07-13T23:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T19:59:47.955-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;To sem computador denovo, ô desgraça --'&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, alguém viu a abertura do Panamericano Rio2007?&lt;br /&gt;Pois é, perdeeeeram!&lt;br /&gt;O nosso quiridíssimo Presidente, Luis Inácio Lula da Silva, foi &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;completamente vaiado&lt;/span&gt;, 3 vezes! ^^&lt;br /&gt;Além disso, são todos os Presidentes que abrem os jogos Panamericanos em seu país, ele não abriu..&lt;br /&gt;mas gente, por que será? Medo de ser vaiado pela 4ª vez em pleno Maracanã LOTADO?&lt;br /&gt;Huhuhu, adorei :D&lt;br /&gt;Quem quiser entrar em contato comigo, (0xx19) 9192-6023 *:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624378370997926818-6865817195494950315?l=nacama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/feeds/6865817195494950315/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624378370997926818&amp;postID=6865817195494950315' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/6865817195494950315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/6865817195494950315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/2007/07/to-sem-computador-denovo-desgraa-enfim.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela Maria;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01649179246473313208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624378370997926818.post-6762416764048154042</id><published>2007-07-11T23:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T23:56:28.494-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♀ Contar uma coisa à vocês, eu to adorando a idéia de ter um blog :B *a menina feliz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;AHSUIHASHUIAHS; se bem que eu sei que quase ninguém lê ou me visita, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;mas é pra mim mesmo, foda-se! :D&lt;br /&gt;Alguém assistiu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;marinete&lt;/span&gt;? *-* ahazou \o não assistiu? perdeu, sem cultura *:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¨ just like an angel off the page .. ¨ ♫&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/6624378370997926818-6762416764048154042?l=nacama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/feeds/6762416764048154042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624378370997926818&amp;postID=6762416764048154042' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/6762416764048154042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/6762416764048154042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/2007/07/contar-uma-coisa-vocs-eu-to-adorando.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela Maria;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01649179246473313208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624378370997926818.post-463236705006242313</id><published>2007-07-11T22:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T23:50:26.345-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iniciar'/><title type='text'>Start!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/RpVQI7Es0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qDLIeIXhuRM/s1600-h/friends.forever+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/RpVQI7Es0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qDLIeIXhuRM/s200/friends.forever+083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086059468411425506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Andar para frente sem parar ou voltar no tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;conseguir traçar suas metas conforme seus planos&lt;br /&gt;em que os deslizes podem ser os mais duros, porém os mais compensadores.&lt;br /&gt;Pense, reflita.. dê mais valor aos seus pais, pois sempre são eles que mais te apoiam&lt;br /&gt;e mesmo quando estiver cansado, siga pois a vida te recompensará por seus esforços.&lt;br /&gt;Meu mundo eu traço em linhas retas mas muito mal planejado, entretanto adoro um deslize de seriedade.&lt;br /&gt;Com um sorriso constante mesmo que dentro de mim não há um pingo de alegria,&lt;br /&gt;gosto do mundo como eu possa me mantê-lo nele, erro muitas vezes, e quando quero aprendo com meus erros.&lt;br /&gt;Já tive amigos falsos, sim! E vai me dizer que todos que você considera, nunca te trairam?&lt;br /&gt;Se não, pense um pouco mais na possibilidade e sempre de valor aos poucos e bons.&lt;br /&gt;Por que as coisas mais belas e aconxegantes são as mais simples.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem fiquei até as 04;00 da manhã lendo um conto; Meninos Malvados.&lt;br /&gt;Recomendo pra quem tem paciência de ler e se simpatiza com assuntos GL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.contoerotico.com.br/ex_new.cfm?ct=10686&amp;kp=567092"&gt;http://www.contoerotico.com.br/ex_new.cfm?ct=10686&amp;amp;kp=567092&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¨ Tem lugares que me lembram minha vida, por onde andei .. ¨ ♫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gabriela, na cama! *:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/6624378370997926818-463236705006242313?l=nacama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/feeds/463236705006242313/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624378370997926818&amp;postID=463236705006242313' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/463236705006242313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624378370997926818/posts/default/463236705006242313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacama.blogspot.com/2007/07/andar-para-frente-sem-parar-ou-voltar.html' title='Start!'/><author><name>Gabriela Maria;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01649179246473313208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfiw3kqhuXA/RpVQI7Es0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qDLIeIXhuRM/s72-c/friends.forever+083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
