<?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-7094952083328248810</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:41:50.078-03:00</updated><title type='text'>girlwoman</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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>780</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-7959702874828367311</id><published>2011-04-13T01:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T01:08:22.291-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aWEfWMJf_uI/TaUhroa_RKI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/aKgV6XkGKd4/s1600/tumblr_lgu99u9Upx1qfny6eo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aWEfWMJf_uI/TaUhroa_RKI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/aKgV6XkGKd4/s320/tumblr_lgu99u9Upx1qfny6eo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;Mesmo que o sol se  apague, vem a lua te trazer de volta aos sonhos meus. Pode passar mil anos, você vai me amar, e eu vou ser pra sempre sua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-7959702874828367311?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/7959702874828367311/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/mesmo-que-o-sol-se-apague-vem-lua-te.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/7959702874828367311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/7959702874828367311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/mesmo-que-o-sol-se-apague-vem-lua-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-aWEfWMJf_uI/TaUhroa_RKI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/aKgV6XkGKd4/s72-c/tumblr_lgu99u9Upx1qfny6eo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-9113254523891996684</id><published>2011-04-13T01:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T01:06:43.784-03:00</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/-7qSwUzMx0nc/TaUhQQ_LJII/AAAAAAAAAxM/Co96eu7rCOc/s1600/Styledevil%252B-%252BGoogle%252BChrome_2011-04-12_00-04-06_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7qSwUzMx0nc/TaUhQQ_LJII/AAAAAAAAAxM/Co96eu7rCOc/s320/Styledevil%252B-%252BGoogle%252BChrome_2011-04-12_00-04-06_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Eu virei mulher quando eu resolvi colocar maquiagem na cara e esquecer os idiotas que tinham me feito borrá-la.&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/7094952083328248810-9113254523891996684?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/9113254523891996684/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/eu-virei-mulher-quando-eu-resolvi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/9113254523891996684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/9113254523891996684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/eu-virei-mulher-quando-eu-resolvi.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-7qSwUzMx0nc/TaUhQQ_LJII/AAAAAAAAAxM/Co96eu7rCOc/s72-c/Styledevil%252B-%252BGoogle%252BChrome_2011-04-12_00-04-06_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-3319024400933703336</id><published>2011-04-13T00:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T00:56:13.344-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8am-Z_3db9s/TaUetg2B5LI/AAAAAAAAAxI/jHx0SYGN9fc/s1600/4952485734_87cc2ed493_z_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8am-Z_3db9s/TaUetg2B5LI/AAAAAAAAAxI/jHx0SYGN9fc/s400/4952485734_87cc2ed493_z_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A   noite parece tão distante de acabar, as horas estão demorando a passar,   lembranças toda hora vem em minha mente. A noite está tão fria, o   silêncio é constrangedor. As letras de musicas falam de você, a melodia   me lembra sua voz, e o ritmo me lembro o quão devagar o tempo está   andando. E só de pensar que você está distante já me sufoca.&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/7094952083328248810-3319024400933703336?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/3319024400933703336/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/noite-parece-tao-distante-de-acabar-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/3319024400933703336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/3319024400933703336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/noite-parece-tao-distante-de-acabar-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-8am-Z_3db9s/TaUetg2B5LI/AAAAAAAAAxI/jHx0SYGN9fc/s72-c/4952485734_87cc2ed493_z_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-7484489248306701573</id><published>2011-04-13T00:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T00:50:07.985-03:00</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/-arjW3UPMdbQ/TaUdViR1DQI/AAAAAAAAAxE/EmtWqFGNuiI/s1600/ddd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="321" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-arjW3UPMdbQ/TaUdViR1DQI/AAAAAAAAAxE/EmtWqFGNuiI/s400/ddd.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sabe…   Eu queria apenas que tudo fosse mais fácil pra gente; queria que nada podesse nos atrapalhar, poder te   abraçar neste momento e nunca mais te soltar. Queria sentir você   respirar, seu coração bater e você sussurrar que me ama. Queria estar   com você em cada momento de nossas vidas, para sempre. Porque eu te amo! &lt;/span&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/7094952083328248810-7484489248306701573?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/7484489248306701573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/sabe-eu-queria-apenas-que-tudo-fosse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/7484489248306701573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/7484489248306701573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/sabe-eu-queria-apenas-que-tudo-fosse.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-arjW3UPMdbQ/TaUdViR1DQI/AAAAAAAAAxE/EmtWqFGNuiI/s72-c/ddd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-5944585361349651835</id><published>2011-04-13T00:45:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T00:46:54.182-03:00</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/-Q2Wxh0QCCyY/TaUcbLRe8EI/AAAAAAAAAxA/6E-GIIU71-4/s1600/tumblr_lalf85V8su1qciek8o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2Wxh0QCCyY/TaUcbLRe8EI/AAAAAAAAAxA/6E-GIIU71-4/s320/tumblr_lalf85V8su1qciek8o1_500_large.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;Eu desistiria da eternidade, só pra tocar em você. (Cidade dos Anjos)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-5944585361349651835?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/5944585361349651835/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/eu-desistiria-da-eternidade-para-tocar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/5944585361349651835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/5944585361349651835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/eu-desistiria-da-eternidade-para-tocar.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-Q2Wxh0QCCyY/TaUcbLRe8EI/AAAAAAAAAxA/6E-GIIU71-4/s72-c/tumblr_lalf85V8su1qciek8o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-773584571498447273</id><published>2011-04-13T00:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T00:44:50.064-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o1VDcSbXKVw/TaUcKeiz45I/AAAAAAAAAw8/uO9vHg6oqAQ/s1600/tumblr_li5qfulJbv1qddk2jo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o1VDcSbXKVw/TaUcKeiz45I/AAAAAAAAAw8/uO9vHg6oqAQ/s400/tumblr_li5qfulJbv1qddk2jo1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você se cansa de amores incompletos, de amores platônicos, de falta de    amor, de excesso disso e daquilo. Se cansa do “apesar de”. Se cansa do    rabo entre as pernas, da sensação de estar sendo prejudicado, se cansa    do “a vida é assim mesmo”. Você se cansa de esperar, de rezar, de    aguardar, de ter esperanças, cansa do frio na barriga, cansa da falta de    sono.Você se cansa da hipocrisia, da falsidade, da ameaça constante,   se cansa  da estupidez, da apatia, da angústia, da insatisfação, da   injustiça, do  frenezi, da busca impossível e infinita de algo que não   sabe o que é.  Se cansa da sensação de não poder parar. (PC Siqueira)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-773584571498447273?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/773584571498447273/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/voce-se-cansa-de-amores-incompletos-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/773584571498447273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/773584571498447273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/voce-se-cansa-de-amores-incompletos-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-o1VDcSbXKVw/TaUcKeiz45I/AAAAAAAAAw8/uO9vHg6oqAQ/s72-c/tumblr_li5qfulJbv1qddk2jo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-6783442248400433476</id><published>2011-04-13T00:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T00:25:25.535-03:00</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/-sOZKxnNfv48/TaUXf0EN0KI/AAAAAAAAAw4/iVdFrhco6R8/s1600/OgAAADltkVruVQeA021M3fj-RDHBN-MPWGFdw2m2pIIt4JyVBUAgK7iCKNE5_hjEK2ouXRY1TIbasIZ_1_0qdh6zWf8Am1T1UMwh4NpZhGjj8tkeYqsfOL9cBhBE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sOZKxnNfv48/TaUXf0EN0KI/AAAAAAAAAw4/iVdFrhco6R8/s320/OgAAADltkVruVQeA021M3fj-RDHBN-MPWGFdw2m2pIIt4JyVBUAgK7iCKNE5_hjEK2ouXRY1TIbasIZ_1_0qdh6zWf8Am1T1UMwh4NpZhGjj8tkeYqsfOL9cBhBE.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;'' ... Então saio ferido e estilhaçado em letras, que não mais completam  esta minha história. Mais isto aqui vivi minhas loucas e insanas  peripecias por linhas e palavras. Que antes me serviam, e que agora não  se vive ou morre, pois nossa ultima luta aponta em meio ao céu. Não sei  mais... não sei mais. Talvez amanha eu te veja... ou não. Talvez amanhã  desaparesa... ou apenas, te encontre novamente para te amar ... ''&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- &lt;b&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-6783442248400433476?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/6783442248400433476/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/6783442248400433476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/6783442248400433476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-sOZKxnNfv48/TaUXf0EN0KI/AAAAAAAAAw4/iVdFrhco6R8/s72-c/OgAAADltkVruVQeA021M3fj-RDHBN-MPWGFdw2m2pIIt4JyVBUAgK7iCKNE5_hjEK2ouXRY1TIbasIZ_1_0qdh6zWf8Am1T1UMwh4NpZhGjj8tkeYqsfOL9cBhBE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-8486151366753469671</id><published>2011-04-13T00:17:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T00:20:42.998-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kI46I4HKET4/TaUWLlL4WSI/AAAAAAAAAw0/k11Yye966MA/s1600/OgAAAHT1bsubfnZiDxOCX9VgnzGJo-OXaY8xbgKHd2pEy-dK7yyxJxr1CvYTuTMuXCeM3e1DDUhOTCoTYHv1a6j1_YEAm1T1UKCCpdMNrm8E9GZ7m--cMFgElUAJ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="187" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kI46I4HKET4/TaUWLlL4WSI/AAAAAAAAAw0/k11Yye966MA/s400/OgAAAHT1bsubfnZiDxOCX9VgnzGJo-OXaY8xbgKHd2pEy-dK7yyxJxr1CvYTuTMuXCeM3e1DDUhOTCoTYHv1a6j1_YEAm1T1UKCCpdMNrm8E9GZ7m--cMFgElUAJ.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span id="caption" name="caption"&gt;Ahh paixão, nem sei por onde começar.  Tantos momentos maravilhosos ao teu lado, tantos momentos que ficaram  marcados dentro de mim... Para mim, a frase que mais se aplicou quando  nos conhecemos foi `daqui para a eternidade´. É perfeita como a prova de  que hoje mais do que nunca estamos juntos, unidos, ligados um ao outro.  Você desde o início foi o meu ponto de equilíbrio, sempre me fez bem em  todos os sentidos. Eu realmente não sei como consegue, mas acontece.  Tipo, só faço relembrar tudo o que já passamos. Aquelas risadas por  motivos idiotas, aquelas brigas por motivos bobos, aquela preocupação  fora de hora, e tudo isso me faz sorrir e pensar: É, realmente tudo é  válido quando se está com ela. E isso é verdade, sem tirar nem pôr. Tu  tomou conta de mim, e hoje te vejo como a minha guia, aquela que me  ajuda em todos os momentos, aquela que se oferece e diz que vai dar tudo  certo. Sabe aquele sentimento verdadeiro, mas verdadeiro meeesmo? sim, é a  sua. &lt;/span&gt;Tu me conhece mais do que qualquer outra, mais do que eu mesmo até.  Certeza de que se os seus assuntos de provas fossem o Daniel, tu iria  tirar 11! EUHHUAUHS Posso dizer que sou o garoto mais feliz do mundo  por você existir. Por possuir tanto você, eu não me vejo mais longe  de ti. Você é a droga que me faz bem, porque eu simplesmente viciei em  você.. Sabe quando tu fica contando as horas para àquela pessoa entrar  no MSN?! aham, sou eu te esperando. `Será que ela vai entrar hoje? e se  não entrar, para quem irei falar as minhas merdas do dia?´ E quando  não estamos nos falando direito? quando rola aquele desentendimento  entre nós dois, putz, é foda ter que aguentar. Mas fico tranquilo por  saber que sentimentos verdadeiros não acabam assim tão rápido, ou melhor,  elas não acabam, são impossíveis de por um término. Sei que no final,  tudo vai dar certo e voltaremos a nos falar novamente, por mais que  demore um pouco. Afinal, brigas acontecem para nos aproximar mais e mais! Eu sei que já fiz/falei bastante besteiras e que às vezes eu te irrito, mas eu te amo, amo mesmo. Nos  conhecemos bem por acaso, em um momento em que eu nunca esperava  encontrar uma pessoa que iria se tornar tão importante pra mim. Você foi  sim um presente que caiu em minhas mãos e que com certeza irei segurar e  cuidar do tempo que for preciso. Porque da mesma forma que você cuida  de mim, estarei cuidando de ti. Momentos dificeis já passamos, mas tudo  para nos unir ainda mais e mostrar que o que eu sinto por ti é forte, algo  intacto. Eu te prometo que jamais irei te deixar, e que ninguém vai  acabar com isso, ninguém vai nos afastar... palavra do gremista gostosão  aqui! (yn) Quero estar para sempre do teu lado, nos bons e maus  momentos. Saiba que tu pode contar tudo pra mim, paixão. E que farei o  possível e impossível para te ver bem e garantir a sua felicidade. Sei  que muitas vezes você não está nem um pouco afim de se abrir comigo,  fico puto com isso, confesso. Mas é a sua escolha, respeito a sua  opinião. Como não te amar? como não ficar feliz ao ver você sorrir? como não se  distrair nas nossas conversas? Ainda está para existir alguém que te  admire mais do que eu admiro você.. Não existe nada igual. Só  contigo que os meus pais ficam perguntando o por quê de estar rindo  tanto na frente da tela de um computador. E sim, é você que me faz rir  pra crl aqui. São os nossos assuntos mais sem nexos, porém, os melhores,  pode crer EUHHUAUHS. Não precisa ficar com ciúmes de mim, irei me casar contigo,  paixão. Me veio à mente agora como seria o Daniel e a Mah com  aquele teu priminho bolado ao lado, não nos deixando em paz.. que  triste, ): Em nossa casa não vai voltar de modo algum, de maneira  alguma o teu açaí ( aquele no qual fui trocado, ¬¬ ). Já estou ficando  com ciúmes dessa inocente fruta, por ter a chance de ser comida várias  vezes por você, e eu tendo de esperar o casamento.. EUHHUAUHS calei,  calei Massss, caso o teu priminho bolado resolva tira-la de mim, fique sabendo  que já tenho a Camila, certo?! e pra melhorar as coisas para o meu  lado, ela já me ama! então é bom se ligar e pedir pra ele andar na linha  contigo, porque eu sou muito ciumento e possessivo e não curto dividir  nada com ninguém. Hmm, qualquer dia ainda vamos tomar um belo de um  banho e ir direto para o ar-condicionado, ficar fresquinhos que nem a  bermuda do Leon... EUHHUAUHS ou então, depilar a minha outra perna que  está faltando, pff ¬¬ . No dia em que isso acontecer, prometo te encher  de beijinhos e te levar à delírios... palavra! (yn) EUHHUAUHSEUHH -n Mas tá, sério agora... me perdoa se algum dia te deixei triste, magoada, decepcionada...   tu sabe muito bem que isso JAMAIS seria a minha intenção. Em momento  algum, eu Daniel, que sempre quer o teu bem, iria te desejar  um mal ou querer prejudica-la deixando-a triste ou algo do tipo. Me  desculpa por todos os erros cometidos, porque quando eu te machuco ou  alguém te machuca, me sinto um idiota e fico me perguntando como  consegui chegar àquele ponto. Quando brigamos, eu simplesmente fico sem  saídas, bate um desanimo incrível e uma sensação de total perdição. Por  isso eu te peço que nunca, mas nunca mesmo me deixe.. saiba que vou  lutar até o fim por você, caso algo aconteça. Se algum dia nos  afastarmos, tenha a certeza absoluta que tu vai ficar para sempre dentro  de mim, dentro do meu coração. Mas enquanto  houver algo que nos ligue, nada disso vai acontecer.. Você surgiu e  juntos conseguimos ir mais longe (8)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-8486151366753469671?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/8486151366753469671/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/ahh-paixao-nem-sei-por-onde-comecar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/8486151366753469671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/8486151366753469671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/ahh-paixao-nem-sei-por-onde-comecar.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-kI46I4HKET4/TaUWLlL4WSI/AAAAAAAAAw0/k11Yye966MA/s72-c/OgAAAHT1bsubfnZiDxOCX9VgnzGJo-OXaY8xbgKHd2pEy-dK7yyxJxr1CvYTuTMuXCeM3e1DDUhOTCoTYHv1a6j1_YEAm1T1UKCCpdMNrm8E9GZ7m--cMFgElUAJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-922857444016411531</id><published>2011-04-12T21:28:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T21:32:35.637-03:00</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;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"&gt;Ou você acaba com as ilusões,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;ou elas acabam com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #424644; font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-922857444016411531?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/922857444016411531/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/ou-voce-acaba-com-as-ilusoes-ou-elas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/922857444016411531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/922857444016411531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/ou-voce-acaba-com-as-ilusoes-ou-elas.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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-7094952083328248810.post-8831419419439902619</id><published>2011-04-12T21:20:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T21:26:22.849-03:00</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/-wfYas-B5uHY/TaTsJ-xFp1I/AAAAAAAAAwo/LsTZIU5enuw/s1600/tumblr_ljk33vMVym1qe4u2wo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wfYas-B5uHY/TaTsJ-xFp1I/AAAAAAAAAwo/LsTZIU5enuw/s320/tumblr_ljk33vMVym1qe4u2wo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Odeio dar segunda chance e a pessoa não dar valor. Acabo sempre achando que o problema é comigo, mas é mesmo, de achar que pessoas possam mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #969696;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-8831419419439902619?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/8831419419439902619/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/odeio-dar-segunda-chance-e-pessoa-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/8831419419439902619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/8831419419439902619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/odeio-dar-segunda-chance-e-pessoa-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-wfYas-B5uHY/TaTsJ-xFp1I/AAAAAAAAAwo/LsTZIU5enuw/s72-c/tumblr_ljk33vMVym1qe4u2wo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-1256433727863632421</id><published>2011-04-12T19:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T19:01:00.474-03:00</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/-u2UzkNeo_Og/TaTLXUqMa9I/AAAAAAAAAwk/f_3g5Fx9RQc/s1600/tumblr_lji1gjNf2W1qg1neao1_r1_500_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u2UzkNeo_Og/TaTLXUqMa9I/AAAAAAAAAwk/f_3g5Fx9RQc/s400/tumblr_lji1gjNf2W1qg1neao1_r1_500_large.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Não sei se isso é paixão ou amor. Pode até ser só um afeto ou um carinho maior. &lt;i&gt;Só sei que tá machucando ver você ao lado de outra pessoa.&lt;/i&gt; E isso é muito ruim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-1256433727863632421?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/1256433727863632421/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/nao-sei-se-isso-e-paixao-ou-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/1256433727863632421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/1256433727863632421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/nao-sei-se-isso-e-paixao-ou-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-u2UzkNeo_Og/TaTLXUqMa9I/AAAAAAAAAwk/f_3g5Fx9RQc/s72-c/tumblr_lji1gjNf2W1qg1neao1_r1_500_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-395334042468044725</id><published>2011-04-12T17:49:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T17:53:23.070-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tem uma coisa sobre mim que quase ninguém sabe. Tem uma coisa sobre a  minha vida que poucas pessoas entendem. E eu preciso desabafar isso  aqui, escrever no meu mundinho o que eu carrego. Pra começar, faz muito  tempo que eu não escrevo nada sobre ele e nem pra ele. &lt;i&gt;Faz algum tempo que eu não o cito e às vezes evito lembrar.&lt;/i&gt;  E faz um longo tempo que eu não aguento mais de saudades. “Porque você  não fala dele? Porque você não vai atrás dele?”. Eu não gosto e nem  costumo falar dele em vão. &lt;b&gt;É especial.&lt;/b&gt; E eu queria poder ir atrás dele, mas eu não posso. Porque tem uma coisa que nos separa, existe algo que nos mantém afastados: &lt;i&gt;a morte. &lt;/i&gt;Eu o perdi em agosto de 2009. E vou explicar por detalhe a história. &lt;b&gt;Você não é obrigado a ler, se quiser, pode parar por aqui.&lt;/b&gt; Eu  o conheci na internet. Pra ser mais específica, no “fake”. E começamos  uma amizade muito bonita. Na época, eu sofria por um garoto que havia me  iludido, eu praticamente entrei em depressão por causa do fulaninho,  tentei até me matar. E foi quando ele apareceu. &lt;i&gt;Ele foi meu sonho em meio à tantos pesadelos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;E  quando eu vejo esses tumblr’s de meninos românticos, quando vejo as  respostas que dão print, quando vejo textos de garotos que não tem medo  de demonstrar seus sentimentos, eu lembro dele.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;Parece que tem um pedacinho do Gustavo em cada um desses garotos.&lt;/b&gt;  Bom, depois de um tempo, descobri que ele estava apaixonado por mim. E  sabe quando surge uma felicidade repentina em você? Aquela alegria? Foi  um sorriso de verdade que eu dei depois de tanta dor. E namoramos. Mas  não durou. Porque mesmo que ele fosse perfeito, eu ainda gostava de um  canalha. E ele entendeu. Ele continuou ao meu lado e eu cheguei até a  dizer pra ele que o tinha como um irmão. Imagino hoje, como isso deve  ter sido doloroso. E ele continuou ao meu lado. Acreditam? Ele continuo  me ajudando. E passou um certo período, e ele sempre reclamando de  algumas dores na cabeça. Foi quando ele descobriu que possuia um túmor  no cérebro. Eu fiquei com medo. Ele ficou com medo, mais que eu, &lt;i&gt;mas não demonstrou.&lt;/i&gt; Ele não demonstrava, ele se preocupava somente com o meu sofrimento. &lt;i&gt;E eu não percebia o dele.&lt;/i&gt; Ele comentou uma vez com algumas amigas minhas a seguinte coisa: &lt;b&gt;“O  médico, mandou eu fazer todas as coisas que eu nunca havia feito. Foi  aí que eu descobri que esse tempo todo eu não havia vivido, apenas  existia.”&lt;/b&gt; Porém, ele escondeu de mim, e eu vim descobrir só  depois da sua morte. Nós tinhamos voltado, estamos juntos, e ele sempre  animado, sempre dizendo o quanto me amava e que ele era o Jack, e eu era  a sua Rose. Mas eu não o amava o suficiente para estar namorando com  ele. E eu me pergunto até hoje porque não. &lt;i&gt;Se ele era tudo que eu preciso agora.&lt;/i&gt; Eu terminei e foi dessa vez que ele não compreendeu. Paramos de nos falar, e quando eu fui atrás, ele me rejeitou. &lt;i&gt;Nossa última conversa foi uma briga.&lt;/i&gt;  Um mês depois, um amigo dele, à noite, me deu a notícia de que ele  havia falecido. E tudo que eu já tinha recuperado, foi embora. Todo o  coração “colado”, se despedaçou e eu coloquei um fardo enorme de culpa  sobre as minhas costas. Por ter feito ele sofrer. Pois eu sempre fui uma  menina que vivia dizendo que os meninos eram sempre uns idiotas. Que  eles sempre faziam mal às garotas. E foi quando o Gu apareceu. &lt;i&gt;E eu quem fui a idiota.&lt;/i&gt;  Foi eu quem fiz mal a ele. E coloquei na cabeça que toda vez que eu  sofresse, toda vez que tudo ficasse ruim, era por merecimento. Por um  dia, ter feito mal à alguém que não merecia. Alguém que me amava. E eu  não sei me perdoar. Eu não sei lidar com a saudade. Eu só aceito que ele  não volta. Mas eu queria poder concertar tudo. Pois eu só dei valor  depois que já não o tinha mais ao meu lado. Eu queria poder deixar tudo  ao modo correto. Eu queria ter aproveitado mais. Eu queria ter sido tudo  o que ele realmente merecia. Por isso hoje, eu tento sempre ser uma  pessoa melhor. Eu sempre dou o meu melhor e sempre carrego muita coisa  que ele me ensinou. Porque ele foi o único garoto que realmente me amou.  É infeliz que eu o tenho perdido, mas pelo menos eu estive com ele. E  eu acredito sim, &lt;i&gt;que há garotos que podem fazer diferente, que podem quebrar esses rótulos negativos.&lt;/i&gt; Eu acredito que há um pouco de Gustavo dentro de cada homem nesse mundo, só que alguns demonstram mais, outros escondem. &lt;i&gt;Eu só peço que as pessoas dêem o devido valor à quem elas amam. Porque depois, pode ser tarde demais.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;E se você leu até aqui, eu agradeço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gabriela Machado &lt;a href="http://www.copodeleite.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;(copodeleite)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&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/7094952083328248810-395334042468044725?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/395334042468044725/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/tem-uma-coisa-sobre-mim-que-quase.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/395334042468044725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/395334042468044725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/tem-uma-coisa-sobre-mim-que-quase.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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-7094952083328248810.post-7827504330625124864</id><published>2011-04-12T17:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T17:40:02.279-03:00</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/-EHaDO36HAfw/TaS4kUuZcoI/AAAAAAAAAwg/TGtpmNa5nPw/s1600/tumblr_ljgdkeSjNA1qeoc8do1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EHaDO36HAfw/TaS4kUuZcoI/AAAAAAAAAwg/TGtpmNa5nPw/s400/tumblr_ljgdkeSjNA1qeoc8do1_500.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que me salva de não morrer de vez por causa desse mundo, é minha   coragem de ser quem eu sou, as minhas idiotices e tudo aquilo que eu   faço sem ligar pros outros. Porque, se não fosse isso, já teria acabado   pra mim faz muito tempo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-7827504330625124864?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/7827504330625124864/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-que-me-salva-de-nao-morrer-de-vez-por_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/7827504330625124864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/7827504330625124864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-que-me-salva-de-nao-morrer-de-vez-por_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-EHaDO36HAfw/TaS4kUuZcoI/AAAAAAAAAwg/TGtpmNa5nPw/s72-c/tumblr_ljgdkeSjNA1qeoc8do1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-6239399091715373343</id><published>2011-04-07T19:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T19:03:09.605-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jvgKCguS7wU/TZ40lsldjSI/AAAAAAAAAvI/jV4WTBrkspQ/s1600/tumblr_lagaqrDify1qe2egdo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jvgKCguS7wU/TZ40lsldjSI/AAAAAAAAAvI/jV4WTBrkspQ/s320/tumblr_lagaqrDify1qe2egdo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando estiver se sentindo só, não fique triste, olhe para o céu e veja  que o sol é solitário, mas nem por isso deixa de brilhar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-6239399091715373343?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/6239399091715373343/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/quando-estiver-se-sentindo-so-nao-fique.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/6239399091715373343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/6239399091715373343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/quando-estiver-se-sentindo-so-nao-fique.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-jvgKCguS7wU/TZ40lsldjSI/AAAAAAAAAvI/jV4WTBrkspQ/s72-c/tumblr_lagaqrDify1qe2egdo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-3691463904532904949</id><published>2011-04-07T17:31:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T17:32:11.595-03:00</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/-ZUsTbmrJRzk/TZ4fHfKGDaI/AAAAAAAAAvE/4dWWAy0Qz34/s1600/tumblr_laeahjVKZV1qbwxizo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUsTbmrJRzk/TZ4fHfKGDaI/AAAAAAAAAvE/4dWWAy0Qz34/s400/tumblr_laeahjVKZV1qbwxizo1_500.jpg" width="318" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Eu queria que você não estivesse tão longe. Eu penso em você todo o tempo. Ninguém me tem como você tem. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-3691463904532904949?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/3691463904532904949/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/eu-queria-que-voce-nao-estivesse-tao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/3691463904532904949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/3691463904532904949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/eu-queria-que-voce-nao-estivesse-tao.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-ZUsTbmrJRzk/TZ4fHfKGDaI/AAAAAAAAAvE/4dWWAy0Qz34/s72-c/tumblr_laeahjVKZV1qbwxizo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-6000673132356167974</id><published>2011-04-07T17:19:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T17:23:18.070-03:00</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/-1bjz0bVy7R8/TZ4b9zqUtlI/AAAAAAAAAvA/xXbfY39WHO4/s1600/tumblr_lggy2ySsdg1qd8f1ro1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1bjz0bVy7R8/TZ4b9zqUtlI/AAAAAAAAAvA/xXbfY39WHO4/s400/tumblr_lggy2ySsdg1qd8f1ro1_400.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dói saber que alguém pode te abraçar, enquanto eu não posso nem ao menos te ver.&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/7094952083328248810-6000673132356167974?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/6000673132356167974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/doi-saber-que-alguem-pode-te-abracar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/6000673132356167974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/6000673132356167974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/doi-saber-que-alguem-pode-te-abracar.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-1bjz0bVy7R8/TZ4b9zqUtlI/AAAAAAAAAvA/xXbfY39WHO4/s72-c/tumblr_lggy2ySsdg1qd8f1ro1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-1943045803039828539</id><published>2011-04-07T16:10:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T16:19:51.374-03:00</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/-xkDXdqSPYhw/TZ4LuVgPLGI/AAAAAAAAAu8/dpof6bvx9S4/s1600/tumblr_lismnyj7wi1qdbaud.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkDXdqSPYhw/TZ4LuVgPLGI/AAAAAAAAAu8/dpof6bvx9S4/s400/tumblr_lismnyj7wi1qdbaud.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As garotas aprendem muito enquanto crescem, você acha mesmo que se um cara esmurrar em você, ele gosta de você? Nunca tente cortar sua própria franja, porque algum dia você irá encontrar um homem maravilhoso e ter o seu próprio final feliz. Todos os filmes que vemos, e todas as histórias que ouvimos, nos imploram pra nós esperarmos por ele, a virada do ano com ele, a inesperada declaração de amor, a excessão a regra, mais as vezes estamos tão concentradas em achar nosso final feliz que não aprendemos a ler os sinais, como distinguir entre os que nos querem, e os que não nos querem? Distinguir entre os que vão ficar, e os que vão partir? E talvez esse final não inclua um cara maravilhoso, talvez, dependa de você, talvez esteja por sua conta, juntando os pedaços e recomeçando, se libertando pra achar alguma coisa melhor no futuro,&amp;nbsp; talvez o final feliz seja só seguir em frente. E talvez o final seja este, apesar das ligações não retornadas e todas as mágoas, apesar de todos os erros e sinais mal interpretados, apesar de toda a dor e constrangimento... Você nunca, nunca perdeu a esperança!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Ele não está tão afim de você)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-1943045803039828539?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/1943045803039828539/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/as-garotas-aprendem-muito-enquanto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/1943045803039828539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/1943045803039828539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/as-garotas-aprendem-muito-enquanto.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-xkDXdqSPYhw/TZ4LuVgPLGI/AAAAAAAAAu8/dpof6bvx9S4/s72-c/tumblr_lismnyj7wi1qdbaud.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-1434293884071644860</id><published>2011-04-07T14:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T14:38:49.793-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LZi36P-JT_s/TZ32m08-WqI/AAAAAAAAAu4/HgnycACS9DQ/s1600/tumblr_lj7a0faF0l1qdwdzao1_500_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LZi36P-JT_s/TZ32m08-WqI/AAAAAAAAAu4/HgnycACS9DQ/s320/tumblr_lj7a0faF0l1qdwdzao1_500_large.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nunca deixe que lhe digam que não vale a pena. Acreditar no sonho que se tem. Ou que seus planos nunca vão dar certo. Ou que você nunca vai ser alguém. Tem gente que machuca os outros. Tem gente que não sabe amar. Mas eu sei que um dia a gente aprende. Se você quiser alguém em quem confiar. Confie em si mesmo.&lt;b&gt; Quem acredita sempre alcança! &lt;/b&gt;(Legião Urbana)&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-1434293884071644860?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/1434293884071644860/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/nunca-deixe-que-lhe-digam-que-nao-vale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/1434293884071644860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/1434293884071644860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/nunca-deixe-que-lhe-digam-que-nao-vale.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-LZi36P-JT_s/TZ32m08-WqI/AAAAAAAAAu4/HgnycACS9DQ/s72-c/tumblr_lj7a0faF0l1qdwdzao1_500_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-650902246629798839</id><published>2011-04-07T14:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T14:11:48.919-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="caption" style="margin-top: 0px;"&gt;                                         &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-41g2chHjW0Y/TZ3wMEtmjNI/AAAAAAAAAuY/5f9D4YGqA04/s1600/tumblr_lgrwguCXQq1qdnhduo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-41g2chHjW0Y/TZ3wMEtmjNI/AAAAAAAAAuY/5f9D4YGqA04/s320/tumblr_lgrwguCXQq1qdnhduo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que me acostumei tanto  com as pessoas falsas ao meu redor, que nem tenho mais vontade de ficar  puta com isso, apenas respiro bem fundo e conto até dez umas três vezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Nichole Munaro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-650902246629798839?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/650902246629798839/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/acho-que-me-acostumei-tanto-com-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/650902246629798839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/650902246629798839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/acho-que-me-acostumei-tanto-com-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-41g2chHjW0Y/TZ3wMEtmjNI/AAAAAAAAAuY/5f9D4YGqA04/s72-c/tumblr_lgrwguCXQq1qdnhduo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-8151795024053904165</id><published>2011-04-07T14:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T14:10:19.270-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dFvOLjUvhm0/TZ3vu4907OI/AAAAAAAAAuU/gamdQre98kw/s1600/tumblr_lgrzyhXMkP1qec76mo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dFvOLjUvhm0/TZ3vu4907OI/AAAAAAAAAuU/gamdQre98kw/s320/tumblr_lgrzyhXMkP1qec76mo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu queria um dia atender o telefone e fosse você, dizendo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Só queria ouvir a sua voz, eu te amo.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-8151795024053904165?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/8151795024053904165/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/eu-queria-um-dia-o-telefone-e-fosse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/8151795024053904165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/8151795024053904165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/eu-queria-um-dia-o-telefone-e-fosse.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-dFvOLjUvhm0/TZ3vu4907OI/AAAAAAAAAuU/gamdQre98kw/s72-c/tumblr_lgrzyhXMkP1qec76mo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-4760951996531324708</id><published>2011-04-07T14:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T14:07:12.048-03:00</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/-6xClaJPkKmk/TZ3vGU0YqQI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/qOoLrs8mVdQ/s1600/tumblr_li7l59xAX21qgtb2xo1_400_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6xClaJPkKmk/TZ3vGU0YqQI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/qOoLrs8mVdQ/s400/tumblr_li7l59xAX21qgtb2xo1_400_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;” Às vezes tenho a impressão de que o meu destino é apenas ter um pensamento que ainda não tive.”&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-4760951996531324708?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/4760951996531324708/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/as-vezes-tenho-impressao-de-que-o-meu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/4760951996531324708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/4760951996531324708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/as-vezes-tenho-impressao-de-que-o-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-6xClaJPkKmk/TZ3vGU0YqQI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/qOoLrs8mVdQ/s72-c/tumblr_li7l59xAX21qgtb2xo1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-994628615023553399</id><published>2011-04-07T14:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T14:04:02.291-03:00</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/-Sryk1r1Qgaw/TZ3ubwMq8gI/AAAAAAAAAuM/tP1As8L0jHs/s1600/tumblr_lgmjxrzZ4q1qfjzgjo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sryk1r1Qgaw/TZ3ubwMq8gI/AAAAAAAAAuM/tP1As8L0jHs/s400/tumblr_lgmjxrzZ4q1qfjzgjo1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;Era  tão perfeito, era como um sonho bom, tudo o que um dia eu desejei...  Nosso amor era tão lindo, poesia em uma canção, o mundo era só eu e  você! Mas tudo mudou, você se foi não sei o que fazer, pra continuar a  viver. Você me ensinou amor, você me ensinou paixão, tocou tão fundo  minha alma, mas machucou meu coração. Não sei se um dia vou amar alguém,  como amei você, tudo de bom que eu aprendi, hoje só me faz sofrer.&lt;/span&gt; Outro dia outro amanhecer, outra chance pra curar a dor, quem sabe aprendo a te esquecer... quantas lágrimas que eu chorei? E as noites que eu nem dormi? Esperando só você voltar pra mim...&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-994628615023553399?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/994628615023553399/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/era-tao-perfeito-era-como-um-sonho-bom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/994628615023553399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/994628615023553399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/era-tao-perfeito-era-como-um-sonho-bom.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-Sryk1r1Qgaw/TZ3ubwMq8gI/AAAAAAAAAuM/tP1As8L0jHs/s72-c/tumblr_lgmjxrzZ4q1qfjzgjo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-1735902080783157566</id><published>2011-04-07T13:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T14:04:28.582-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Juro, tento seguir meus próprios conselhos, te esquecer, ou pelo menos  fingir que esqueci, e seguir minha vida, mas ai você aparece de repente  na minha mente e eu ponho tudo a perder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-1735902080783157566?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/1735902080783157566/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/juro-tento-seguir-meus-proprios.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/1735902080783157566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/1735902080783157566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/juro-tento-seguir-meus-proprios.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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-7094952083328248810.post-1794950461682455193</id><published>2011-04-07T13:45:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T13:47:40.234-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fZDSPza-2Zg/TZ3qpf1eGFI/AAAAAAAAAuE/NtXxHnjIYAM/s1600/tumblr_lgts7bk6fk1qec76mo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fZDSPza-2Zg/TZ3qpf1eGFI/AAAAAAAAAuE/NtXxHnjIYAM/s400/tumblr_lgts7bk6fk1qec76mo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;” Você sabe o que eu sinto e sabe onde me encontrar… ” &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-1794950461682455193?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/1794950461682455193/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_2713.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/1794950461682455193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/1794950461682455193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_2713.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-fZDSPza-2Zg/TZ3qpf1eGFI/AAAAAAAAAuE/NtXxHnjIYAM/s72-c/tumblr_lgts7bk6fk1qec76mo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-6374201886835418096</id><published>2011-04-07T13:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T13:37:27.736-03:00</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/-Bu2o_bWPoFg/TZ3oL3ggj7I/AAAAAAAAAt8/rI0uCIVqW8Y/s1600/tumblr_lgw9pobVe51qec76mo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="276" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bu2o_bWPoFg/TZ3oL3ggj7I/AAAAAAAAAt8/rI0uCIVqW8Y/s400/tumblr_lgw9pobVe51qec76mo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo você tendo dito que não vai vir, eu vou esperar, vai que você muda de&amp;nbsp;idéia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-6374201886835418096?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/6374201886835418096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/mesmo-voce-tendo-dito-que-nao-vai-vir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/6374201886835418096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/6374201886835418096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/mesmo-voce-tendo-dito-que-nao-vai-vir.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-Bu2o_bWPoFg/TZ3oL3ggj7I/AAAAAAAAAt8/rI0uCIVqW8Y/s72-c/tumblr_lgw9pobVe51qec76mo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-6057930435494103212</id><published>2011-04-07T01:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T01:22:34.990-03:00</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/-_Zt5tyxYkE8/TZ072_3u_HI/AAAAAAAAAt4/uL4MjrBPDWA/s1600/tumblr_lb4u2dLYN51qe4u2wo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Zt5tyxYkE8/TZ072_3u_HI/AAAAAAAAAt4/uL4MjrBPDWA/s320/tumblr_lb4u2dLYN51qe4u2wo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É&amp;nbsp;dificil ter que esperar por algo que &lt;em&gt;nunca vai acontecer&lt;/em&gt;, mas, é mais dificil ter que desistir do que voce sempre quis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-6057930435494103212?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/6057930435494103212/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-ter-que-esperar-por-algo-que-nunca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/6057930435494103212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/6057930435494103212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-ter-que-esperar-por-algo-que-nunca.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-_Zt5tyxYkE8/TZ072_3u_HI/AAAAAAAAAt4/uL4MjrBPDWA/s72-c/tumblr_lb4u2dLYN51qe4u2wo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-5271369864875912790</id><published>2011-04-07T01:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T01:20:18.289-03:00</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/-j96BJK5yNLY/TZ07RN1STeI/AAAAAAAAAt0/_yDrnyM4dmk/s1600/tumblr_lbd9xxmZX41qdd3sao1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j96BJK5yNLY/TZ07RN1STeI/AAAAAAAAAt0/_yDrnyM4dmk/s400/tumblr_lbd9xxmZX41qdd3sao1_500.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo longe, me sinto perto. Afinal, &lt;b&gt;eu te amo&lt;/b&gt;, e o amor supera tudo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-5271369864875912790?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/5271369864875912790/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/mesmo-longe-me-sinto-perto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/5271369864875912790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/5271369864875912790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/mesmo-longe-me-sinto-perto.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-j96BJK5yNLY/TZ07RN1STeI/AAAAAAAAAt0/_yDrnyM4dmk/s72-c/tumblr_lbd9xxmZX41qdd3sao1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-5988241489845446544</id><published>2011-04-07T01:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T01:17:51.043-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu viveria a vida inteira ao teu lado, sentindo o teu cheiro todos os  dias. Viveria toda a vida passando a mão nos teus cabelos, beijando teu  peito e te olhando enquanto dorme. O que mais eu poderia pedir? Se o teu  sorriso fosse meu, se o teu coração pertencesse à mim e teu carinho  fosse sempre feito em mim, eu não teria mais a coragem de reclamar da  vida com Deus. Não me queixaria se eu pudesse olhar nos teus olhos todos  os dias e sentir o amor que tu sente por mim dentro de ti, eu apenas  agradeceria.. todos os dias, por cada momento!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-5988241489845446544?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/5988241489845446544/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/eu-viveria-vida-inteira-ao-teu-lado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/5988241489845446544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/5988241489845446544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/eu-viveria-vida-inteira-ao-teu-lado.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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-7094952083328248810.post-7426215659330626327</id><published>2011-04-07T01:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T01:10:56.467-03:00</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/-ptjyJZnaBP8/TZ04rF9HHxI/AAAAAAAAAtw/GbYWLWnTWhY/s1600/tumblr_lbn0ar58461qdpahlo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ptjyJZnaBP8/TZ04rF9HHxI/AAAAAAAAAtw/GbYWLWnTWhY/s320/tumblr_lbn0ar58461qdpahlo1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro do dia que você me disse:&lt;b&gt; '' Você nunca vai me esqueçer, não adianta tentar. ''&lt;/b&gt; E não é que você tinha razão?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-7426215659330626327?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/7426215659330626327/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/lembro-daquele-dia-que-voce-me-disse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/7426215659330626327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/7426215659330626327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/lembro-daquele-dia-que-voce-me-disse.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-ptjyJZnaBP8/TZ04rF9HHxI/AAAAAAAAAtw/GbYWLWnTWhY/s72-c/tumblr_lbn0ar58461qdpahlo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-1966041111449703792</id><published>2011-04-07T01:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T01:04:07.195-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;“As pessoas me perguntam porque eu ainda não desisti de você. E eu pergunto a elas: &lt;strong&gt;Você desistiria do que te faz feliz?&lt;/strong&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/7094952083328248810-1966041111449703792?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/1966041111449703792/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/as-pessoas-me-perguntam-porque-eu-ainda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/1966041111449703792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/1966041111449703792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/as-pessoas-me-perguntam-porque-eu-ainda.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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-7094952083328248810.post-7344214681274180286</id><published>2011-04-07T00:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T00:40:42.001-03:00</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4NeflEaHss8/TZ0xxZ2VYKI/AAAAAAAAAtk/gyvPabgZciY/s1600/tumblr_lh53m28T4z1qh9nldo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4NeflEaHss8/TZ0xxZ2VYKI/AAAAAAAAAtk/gyvPabgZciY/s320/tumblr_lh53m28T4z1qh9nldo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Me sinto só, mais sei que não estou pois levo você no pensamento. Meu  medo se vai, recupero a fé e sinto que algum dia ainda vou te ver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-7344214681274180286?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/7344214681274180286/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/sinto-so-mais-sei-que-nao-estou-pois.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/7344214681274180286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/7344214681274180286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/sinto-so-mais-sei-que-nao-estou-pois.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-4NeflEaHss8/TZ0xxZ2VYKI/AAAAAAAAAtk/gyvPabgZciY/s72-c/tumblr_lh53m28T4z1qh9nldo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-1280530185739181315</id><published>2011-04-07T00:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T00:38:11.061-03:00</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/-pxQi67ngYNw/TZ0xkKqZ_6I/AAAAAAAAAtg/gunPumQ3F0U/s1600/tumblr_lh0vfmAjpW1qe74iko1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pxQi67ngYNw/TZ0xkKqZ_6I/AAAAAAAAAtg/gunPumQ3F0U/s320/tumblr_lh0vfmAjpW1qe74iko1_500.jpg" width="303" /&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-size: small;"&gt;Mas só quem sabe do que eu &lt;strong&gt;realmente&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;preciso é Deus.&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/7094952083328248810-1280530185739181315?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/1280530185739181315/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/mas-so-quem-sabe-do-que-eu-realmente-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/1280530185739181315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/1280530185739181315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/mas-so-quem-sabe-do-que-eu-realmente-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-pxQi67ngYNw/TZ0xkKqZ_6I/AAAAAAAAAtg/gunPumQ3F0U/s72-c/tumblr_lh0vfmAjpW1qe74iko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-3606150462317795646</id><published>2011-04-07T00:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T00:34:09.506-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>É engraçado de ver&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;como às vezes em um lugar cheio de pessoas nos sentimos tão sozinhos e com uma única pessoa nos sentimos tão completos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Engraçado  como milhões de beijos não substituem o carinho de quem se ama, que 100  pessoas online no seu msn não te prendem na frente do computador como o  status de um único contato, que a vontade de que o tempo pare é maior  ao lado dele do que ao lado de qualquer outra pessoa no mundo, que  nenhum sorriso é tão lindo igual ao dele, nenhum ‘eu te amo’ mexe tanto  com você, nenhum momento te deixa com tanto friozinho na barriga do que  os vividos ao lado de quem se gosta. É engraçado como não trocamos  alguém por tudo. Um sentimento pelo mundo. e nada mais nos instiga, nada  mais nos fascina, nada mais nos interessa do que o coração dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-3606150462317795646?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/3606150462317795646/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-engracado-de-ver-como-as-vezes-em-um.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/3606150462317795646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/3606150462317795646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-engracado-de-ver-como-as-vezes-em-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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-7094952083328248810.post-189372842945696403</id><published>2011-04-07T00:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T00:30:16.723-03:00</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/-jo8Wha-IJW8/TZ0vuL3k37I/AAAAAAAAAtc/zOVi-KZzSV0/s1600/tumblr_lhyixvbqhr1qc59fmo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="276" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jo8Wha-IJW8/TZ0vuL3k37I/AAAAAAAAAtc/zOVi-KZzSV0/s400/tumblr_lhyixvbqhr1qc59fmo1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-189372842945696403?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/189372842945696403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/189372842945696403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/189372842945696403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-jo8Wha-IJW8/TZ0vuL3k37I/AAAAAAAAAtc/zOVi-KZzSV0/s72-c/tumblr_lhyixvbqhr1qc59fmo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-3784388420675023018</id><published>2011-04-07T00:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T00:31:15.268-03:00</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/-1_7s7zqfxLk/TZ0uujWCYDI/AAAAAAAAAtY/NzbaGYtl_BY/s1600/tumblr_lhehtcjZ561qh9nldo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1_7s7zqfxLk/TZ0uujWCYDI/AAAAAAAAAtY/NzbaGYtl_BY/s400/tumblr_lhehtcjZ561qh9nldo1_500.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje poderia ter sido diferente se eu tivesse dito a verdade naquela hora. Mas, não disse. Eu sei, eu errei. E agora já foi. Se pudesse fazer de novo, faria totalmente diferente. O que eu mais queria, era voltar no tempo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-3784388420675023018?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/3784388420675023018/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/hoje-poderia-ter-sido-diferente-se-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/3784388420675023018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/3784388420675023018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/hoje-poderia-ter-sido-diferente-se-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-1_7s7zqfxLk/TZ0uujWCYDI/AAAAAAAAAtY/NzbaGYtl_BY/s72-c/tumblr_lhehtcjZ561qh9nldo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-5549358676395257728</id><published>2011-04-07T00:21:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T00:23:06.858-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pFsZ_5Q5tBI/TZ0tf6C3x_I/AAAAAAAAAtU/nqAcxTUz3dw/s1600/tumblr_lhgdxkqglR1qarn77o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pFsZ_5Q5tBI/TZ0tf6C3x_I/AAAAAAAAAtU/nqAcxTUz3dw/s320/tumblr_lhgdxkqglR1qarn77o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eu desejo que nunca te falte amor. E se faltar… você sabe onde me  encontrar, só não demore. Pois não sei se vou estar aqui por todo esse  tempo, como sempre estive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-5549358676395257728?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/5549358676395257728/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/eu-desejo-que-nunca-te-falte-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/5549358676395257728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/5549358676395257728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/eu-desejo-que-nunca-te-falte-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-pFsZ_5Q5tBI/TZ0tf6C3x_I/AAAAAAAAAtU/nqAcxTUz3dw/s72-c/tumblr_lhgdxkqglR1qarn77o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-1186457571924039007</id><published>2011-04-07T00:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T00:14:32.311-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QgadiPY2dPA/TZ0r-UfNrOI/AAAAAAAAAtM/utHij8CVZCE/s1600/tumblr_lj55pzZJhu1qh9nldo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QgadiPY2dPA/TZ0r-UfNrOI/AAAAAAAAAtM/utHij8CVZCE/s320/tumblr_lj55pzZJhu1qh9nldo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Eu iria mais além se pudesse,&amp;nbsp;meu limite é aqui infelizmente. Deixo a vida decidir o que devo fazer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;briria mão de tudo, se você fizesse&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;o mesmo por mim. T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;alvez&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Deus tenha um plano pra mim&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;bem maior que sonhei,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;só dou tempo ao tempo…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; deve estar escrito em algum lugar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;As coisas nunca são como a gente quer. (&lt;b&gt;Nxzero&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-1186457571924039007?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/1186457571924039007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/eu-iria-mais-alem-se-pudesse-limite-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/1186457571924039007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/1186457571924039007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/eu-iria-mais-alem-se-pudesse-limite-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-QgadiPY2dPA/TZ0r-UfNrOI/AAAAAAAAAtM/utHij8CVZCE/s72-c/tumblr_lj55pzZJhu1qh9nldo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-3059401125736711200</id><published>2011-04-06T23:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T23:05:25.696-03:00</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/-8T3Fjm4jzjI/TZ0bvigc4jI/AAAAAAAAAtI/esZU93BIxJA/s1600/tumblr_li7ifzzcix1qdu4dpo1_500_large_138793483_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="340" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8T3Fjm4jzjI/TZ0bvigc4jI/AAAAAAAAAtI/esZU93BIxJA/s400/tumblr_li7ifzzcix1qdu4dpo1_500_large_138793483_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-3059401125736711200?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/3059401125736711200/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_1707.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/3059401125736711200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/3059401125736711200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_1707.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-8T3Fjm4jzjI/TZ0bvigc4jI/AAAAAAAAAtI/esZU93BIxJA/s72-c/tumblr_li7ifzzcix1qdu4dpo1_500_large_138793483_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-7659127879362129270</id><published>2011-04-06T22:25:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T00:15:33.781-03:00</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/-ghfsV4X_PV8/TZ0sRlG8c3I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/yretENxGqMU/s1600/tumblr_lj6m91Z6Sn1qho75xo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="183" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ghfsV4X_PV8/TZ0sRlG8c3I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/yretENxGqMU/s320/tumblr_lj6m91Z6Sn1qho75xo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Estarás siempre en mi corazón.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-7659127879362129270?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/7659127879362129270/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/estaras-siempre-en-mi-corazon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/7659127879362129270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/7659127879362129270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/estaras-siempre-en-mi-corazon.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-ghfsV4X_PV8/TZ0sRlG8c3I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/yretENxGqMU/s72-c/tumblr_lj6m91Z6Sn1qho75xo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-3203886339760100913</id><published>2011-04-06T21:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T21:30:04.379-03:00</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/-Ca3mjXqUAJU/TZ0FMDRkiTI/AAAAAAAAAtA/BsT94tml6_U/s1600/tumblr_le7cx4W1B81qcuqe6o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ca3mjXqUAJU/TZ0FMDRkiTI/AAAAAAAAAtA/BsT94tml6_U/s320/tumblr_le7cx4W1B81qcuqe6o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“E do jeito que tiver que ser será, só Deus muda as coisas de lugar. Nem  tudo que se perde tem valor, nem tudo que é bonito é amor. E o que  passou não voltará, e o que tiver que vir virá.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-3203886339760100913?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/3203886339760100913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-do-jeito-que-tiver-que-ser-sera-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/3203886339760100913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/3203886339760100913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-do-jeito-que-tiver-que-ser-sera-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-Ca3mjXqUAJU/TZ0FMDRkiTI/AAAAAAAAAtA/BsT94tml6_U/s72-c/tumblr_le7cx4W1B81qcuqe6o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-2155989985804013493</id><published>2011-04-06T21:18:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T21:05:36.805-03:00</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/-1_TyF2ZbpqQ/TZ0CvJftZpI/AAAAAAAAAs8/cABMfDCMHZI/s1600/tumblr_lex4mbvcsI1qebqnzo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1_TyF2ZbpqQ/TZ0CvJftZpI/AAAAAAAAAs8/cABMfDCMHZI/s320/tumblr_lex4mbvcsI1qebqnzo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Quero ouvir você falar, que sou tudo que pediu, e que te faço sonhar.&lt;/blockquote&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;&lt;strong&gt; (Manoela Gavassi)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-2155989985804013493?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/2155989985804013493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/quero-ouvir-voce-falar-que-sou-tudo-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/2155989985804013493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/2155989985804013493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/quero-ouvir-voce-falar-que-sou-tudo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-1_TyF2ZbpqQ/TZ0CvJftZpI/AAAAAAAAAs8/cABMfDCMHZI/s72-c/tumblr_lex4mbvcsI1qebqnzo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-677397841110742996</id><published>2011-04-06T21:15:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T21:15:22.103-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Se for pra ser seu, Deus trará de volta de alguma maneira! Acredite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-677397841110742996?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/677397841110742996/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/se-for-pra-ser-seu-deus-trara-de-volta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/677397841110742996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/677397841110742996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/se-for-pra-ser-seu-deus-trara-de-volta.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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-7094952083328248810.post-7387390697683726445</id><published>2011-04-06T21:11:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T21:11:56.101-03:00</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/-rcYIJfKn5ZU/TZ0BFHuXUoI/AAAAAAAAAs4/bucCSmYNDuA/s1600/tumblr_lfejmaheIF1qcuqe6o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rcYIJfKn5ZU/TZ0BFHuXUoI/AAAAAAAAAs4/bucCSmYNDuA/s320/tumblr_lfejmaheIF1qcuqe6o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai cara, pega teu celular e me ligar pra dizer como anda a vida, ou se  preferir manda uma mensagem dizendo que sente saudades, ou sei lá, diz  qualquer coisa vai… Tenho certeza que você nem imagina como isso me  deixará feliz.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;— Leandra Ramos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-7387390697683726445?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/7387390697683726445/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/vai-cara-pega-teu-celular-e-me-ligar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/7387390697683726445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/7387390697683726445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/vai-cara-pega-teu-celular-e-me-ligar.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-rcYIJfKn5ZU/TZ0BFHuXUoI/AAAAAAAAAs4/bucCSmYNDuA/s72-c/tumblr_lfejmaheIF1qcuqe6o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-8281297686895147402</id><published>2011-04-06T21:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T21:08:56.562-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x9VBAGqi0F8/TZ0Aj1Jd_pI/AAAAAAAAAs0/7KtcfO-gaM4/s1600/tumblr_lffjahCvUS1qb4rjpo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x9VBAGqi0F8/TZ0Aj1Jd_pI/AAAAAAAAAs0/7KtcfO-gaM4/s320/tumblr_lffjahCvUS1qb4rjpo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“… E, mesmo assim, estarei sempre pronta para esquecer aqueles que me  levaram a um abismo. E mais uma vez amarei. E mais uma vez direi que  nunca amei tanto em toda a minha vida.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-8281297686895147402?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/8281297686895147402/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-mesmo-assim-estarei-sempre-pronta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/8281297686895147402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/8281297686895147402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-mesmo-assim-estarei-sempre-pronta.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-x9VBAGqi0F8/TZ0Aj1Jd_pI/AAAAAAAAAs0/7KtcfO-gaM4/s72-c/tumblr_lffjahCvUS1qb4rjpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-1826879515720780621</id><published>2011-04-06T21:04:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T21:04:46.297-03:00</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/-qDMhp2PVHsk/TZz_TsoNWzI/AAAAAAAAAsw/NpllME0v5yg/s1600/tumblr_lf9yfamqXB1qdbcngo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qDMhp2PVHsk/TZz_TsoNWzI/AAAAAAAAAsw/NpllME0v5yg/s320/tumblr_lf9yfamqXB1qdbcngo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não tenho medo d&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;e tentar de novo&lt;/b&gt;, tenho medo de ter o mesmo resultado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-1826879515720780621?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/1826879515720780621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/nao-tenho-medo-de-tentar-de-novo-tenho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/1826879515720780621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/1826879515720780621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/nao-tenho-medo-de-tentar-de-novo-tenho.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-qDMhp2PVHsk/TZz_TsoNWzI/AAAAAAAAAsw/NpllME0v5yg/s72-c/tumblr_lf9yfamqXB1qdbcngo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-117004581549472169</id><published>2011-04-06T21:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T21:01:01.344-03:00</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/-66abyQj-Axk/TZz-r_LRGdI/AAAAAAAAAss/UhZBlcwFh1Y/s1600/tumblr_lckdv5MQIG1qdnr2fo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-66abyQj-Axk/TZz-r_LRGdI/AAAAAAAAAss/UhZBlcwFh1Y/s400/tumblr_lckdv5MQIG1qdnr2fo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mas, se te magoarem, olhe para cima e continue caminhando. Faça eles se perguntarem porque ainda está sorrindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-117004581549472169?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/117004581549472169/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/mas-se-te-magoarem-olhe-para-cima-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/117004581549472169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/117004581549472169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/mas-se-te-magoarem-olhe-para-cima-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-66abyQj-Axk/TZz-r_LRGdI/AAAAAAAAAss/UhZBlcwFh1Y/s72-c/tumblr_lckdv5MQIG1qdnr2fo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-3090997601669771188</id><published>2011-04-06T20:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T21:00:12.479-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Será que algum dia, mesmo que sem querer, eu passei pela tua cabeça?&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/7094952083328248810-3090997601669771188?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/3090997601669771188/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/sera-que-algum-dia-mesmo-que-sem-querer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/3090997601669771188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/3090997601669771188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/sera-que-algum-dia-mesmo-que-sem-querer.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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-7094952083328248810.post-2237056924523463353</id><published>2011-04-06T20:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T20:44:36.702-03:00</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/-cfLgQO8chNo/TZz-MrsyjmI/AAAAAAAAAso/EkqiQn1EvFk/s1600/tumblr_lj3dby4dMj1qho75xo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cfLgQO8chNo/TZz-MrsyjmI/AAAAAAAAAso/EkqiQn1EvFk/s320/tumblr_lj3dby4dMj1qho75xo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me considero uma idiota por gostar de você, pelo contrario, o idiota  aqui é você, que prefere jogar meu amor fora, pra ficar com outras que  não sabem nem seu nome direito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-2237056924523463353?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/2237056924523463353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/nao-me-considero-uma-idiota-por-gostar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/2237056924523463353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/2237056924523463353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/nao-me-considero-uma-idiota-por-gostar.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-cfLgQO8chNo/TZz-MrsyjmI/AAAAAAAAAso/EkqiQn1EvFk/s72-c/tumblr_lj3dby4dMj1qho75xo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-1142129456344710005</id><published>2011-04-06T20:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T20:56:23.778-03:00</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/-vmwuSecmgx0/TZz9bpyXKWI/AAAAAAAAAsk/PQaIeYwTnP0/s1600/tumblr_lj3nf5Scqc1qho75xo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vmwuSecmgx0/TZz9bpyXKWI/AAAAAAAAAsk/PQaIeYwTnP0/s320/tumblr_lj3nf5Scqc1qho75xo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É&amp;nbsp;difícil&amp;nbsp;olhar pra trás, ver tudo o que a gente passou, e não sentir saudade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-1142129456344710005?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/1142129456344710005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-pra-tras-ver-tudo-o-que-gente-passou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/1142129456344710005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/1142129456344710005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-pra-tras-ver-tudo-o-que-gente-passou.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-vmwuSecmgx0/TZz9bpyXKWI/AAAAAAAAAsk/PQaIeYwTnP0/s72-c/tumblr_lj3nf5Scqc1qho75xo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-5363148670723929300</id><published>2011-04-06T20:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T20:52:36.101-03:00</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/-Kt5hGvkmgLw/TZz8skCSy0I/AAAAAAAAAsg/XdvPj3X6X9Q/s1600/tumblr_limz8i7P1x1qeoc8do1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kt5hGvkmgLw/TZz8skCSy0I/AAAAAAAAAsg/XdvPj3X6X9Q/s320/tumblr_limz8i7P1x1qeoc8do1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você vier falar comigo, nem que seja por 10 minutos, tentar me  conhecer um pouco, ou só olhar para os meus motivos atrás dos meus atos,  eu tenho certeza que pelo menos metade do que você pensava sobre mim, iria mudar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-5363148670723929300?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/5363148670723929300/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/se-voce-vier-falar-comigo-nem-que-seja.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/5363148670723929300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/5363148670723929300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/se-voce-vier-falar-comigo-nem-que-seja.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-Kt5hGvkmgLw/TZz8skCSy0I/AAAAAAAAAsg/XdvPj3X6X9Q/s72-c/tumblr_limz8i7P1x1qeoc8do1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-1591959939607527153</id><published>2011-04-06T20:51:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T20:52:51.823-03:00</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/-Qjl4Enrh__o/TZz8Q2E-5FI/AAAAAAAAAsc/vahzoa_bPjQ/s1600/tumblr_lin3ymUYMl1qeoc8do1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qjl4Enrh__o/TZz8Q2E-5FI/AAAAAAAAAsc/vahzoa_bPjQ/s320/tumblr_lin3ymUYMl1qeoc8do1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não for pra gostar de mim do jeito que eu sou, não precisa gostar de jeito nenhum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-1591959939607527153?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/1591959939607527153/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/se-nao-for-pra-gostar-de-mim-do-jeito.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/1591959939607527153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/1591959939607527153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/se-nao-for-pra-gostar-de-mim-do-jeito.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-Qjl4Enrh__o/TZz8Q2E-5FI/AAAAAAAAAsc/vahzoa_bPjQ/s72-c/tumblr_lin3ymUYMl1qeoc8do1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-3877100685659204913</id><published>2011-04-06T20:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T20:49:25.194-03:00</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/--_caa_fmtig/TZz75hjt1pI/AAAAAAAAAsY/5j9TIdq3umQ/s1600/tumblr_lio3djVjLT1qeoc8do1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--_caa_fmtig/TZz75hjt1pI/AAAAAAAAAsY/5j9TIdq3umQ/s320/tumblr_lio3djVjLT1qeoc8do1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas mais felizes são aquelas que fazem o que querem, sem se  preocupar com o que vai acontecer depois ou com o que os outros vão  pensar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&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/7094952083328248810-3877100685659204913?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/3877100685659204913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/as-pessoas-mais-felizes-sao-aquelas-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/3877100685659204913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/3877100685659204913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/as-pessoas-mais-felizes-sao-aquelas-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/--_caa_fmtig/TZz75hjt1pI/AAAAAAAAAsY/5j9TIdq3umQ/s72-c/tumblr_lio3djVjLT1qeoc8do1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-3484521611557064774</id><published>2011-04-06T20:41:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T20:41:43.083-03:00</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/-bsbiM_G5MzE/TZz6IIEf9fI/AAAAAAAAAsU/sszg6-xUFls/s1600/tumblr_lj5880huwz1qho75xo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bsbiM_G5MzE/TZz6IIEf9fI/AAAAAAAAAsU/sszg6-xUFls/s320/tumblr_lj5880huwz1qho75xo1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pare de se preocupar tanto com amor, e comece a ir em busca da sua felicidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-3484521611557064774?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/3484521611557064774/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/pare-de-se-preocupar-tanto-com-amor-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/3484521611557064774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/3484521611557064774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/pare-de-se-preocupar-tanto-com-amor-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-bsbiM_G5MzE/TZz6IIEf9fI/AAAAAAAAAsU/sszg6-xUFls/s72-c/tumblr_lj5880huwz1qho75xo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-562270996220356896</id><published>2011-04-06T20:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T20:41:01.235-03:00</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/-VOMbVyxk5_o/TZz52X_jKkI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/1j7VRfZx-IE/s1600/tumblr_liq943NShz1qeoc8do1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VOMbVyxk5_o/TZz52X_jKkI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/1j7VRfZx-IE/s400/tumblr_liq943NShz1qeoc8do1_500.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca se prenda a algo que você sabe que um dia pode perder.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;(FrasesDeGarota&lt;a href="http://frasesdegarota.tumblr.com/" title="✿"&gt;✿&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-562270996220356896?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/562270996220356896/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/nunca-se-prenda-algo-que-voce-sabe-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/562270996220356896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/562270996220356896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/nunca-se-prenda-algo-que-voce-sabe-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-VOMbVyxk5_o/TZz52X_jKkI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/1j7VRfZx-IE/s72-c/tumblr_liq943NShz1qeoc8do1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-8794912878059918944</id><published>2011-04-06T20:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T20:37:24.536-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H12vBIkgxL0/TZz5JDovyoI/AAAAAAAAAsM/_RAFRY-zNXI/s1600/tumblr_liqntyj2QU1qeoc8do1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H12vBIkgxL0/TZz5JDovyoI/AAAAAAAAAsM/_RAFRY-zNXI/s400/tumblr_liqntyj2QU1qeoc8do1_500.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desculpa, mas eu não preciso de pessoas que me amem só quando precisam de mim.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;(FrasesDeGarota&lt;a href="http://frasesdegarota.tumblr.com/" title="✿"&gt;✿&lt;/a&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/7094952083328248810-8794912878059918944?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/8794912878059918944/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/desculpa-mas-eu-nao-preciso-de-pessoas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/8794912878059918944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/8794912878059918944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/desculpa-mas-eu-nao-preciso-de-pessoas.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-H12vBIkgxL0/TZz5JDovyoI/AAAAAAAAAsM/_RAFRY-zNXI/s72-c/tumblr_liqntyj2QU1qeoc8do1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-3958731234157574682</id><published>2011-04-06T20:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T20:33:00.468-03:00</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/-49NqIr3Rs4I/TZz4G_h8tOI/AAAAAAAAAsI/GyyBAi335dE/s1600/tumblr_lj5evvcRc01qho75xo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-49NqIr3Rs4I/TZz4G_h8tOI/AAAAAAAAAsI/GyyBAi335dE/s320/tumblr_lj5evvcRc01qho75xo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela&lt;/strong&gt;:Tive um sonho ruim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Como foi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Sonhei que você me abandonava, falou que não me amava mais e que estava desistindo de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Isso  não foi um sonho, foi um pesadelo, e ele nunca ira se tornar realidade,  porque eu nunca vou desistir da unica pessoa que me faz feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-3958731234157574682?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/3958731234157574682/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/ela-tive-um-sonho-ruim-ele-como-foi-ela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/3958731234157574682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/3958731234157574682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/ela-tive-um-sonho-ruim-ele-como-foi-ela.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-49NqIr3Rs4I/TZz4G_h8tOI/AAAAAAAAAsI/GyyBAi335dE/s72-c/tumblr_lj5evvcRc01qho75xo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-3754695628198359530</id><published>2011-04-06T20:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T20:32:23.799-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dzm0Isy4VCs/TZz31L-tSMI/AAAAAAAAAsE/Di4a3H_jDyw/s1600/tumblr_lj5gk5WJEq1qho75xo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dzm0Isy4VCs/TZz31L-tSMI/AAAAAAAAAsE/Di4a3H_jDyw/s320/tumblr_lj5gk5WJEq1qho75xo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me arrependo dos meus erros, eles me fizeram aprender tudo o que sei  hoje, e se eu tivesse aprendido isso antes, erraria tudo exatamente  igual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-3754695628198359530?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/3754695628198359530/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/nao-me-arrependo-dos-meus-erros-eles-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/3754695628198359530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/3754695628198359530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/nao-me-arrependo-dos-meus-erros-eles-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-Dzm0Isy4VCs/TZz31L-tSMI/AAAAAAAAAsE/Di4a3H_jDyw/s72-c/tumblr_lj5gk5WJEq1qho75xo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-2529710253745370390</id><published>2011-04-06T19:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T19:27:55.846-03:00</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/-ii9qe6Pjt08/TZzotP90EDI/AAAAAAAAAsA/6DIc4NZ1G-k/s1600/tumblr_liuclxfYC21qeoc8do1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ii9qe6Pjt08/TZzotP90EDI/AAAAAAAAAsA/6DIc4NZ1G-k/s320/tumblr_liuclxfYC21qeoc8do1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sou do tipo que desiste fácil. Mas eu posso te garantir que já estou cansada de muita coisa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-2529710253745370390?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/2529710253745370390/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/nao-sou-do-tipo-que-desiste-facil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/2529710253745370390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/2529710253745370390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/nao-sou-do-tipo-que-desiste-facil.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-ii9qe6Pjt08/TZzotP90EDI/AAAAAAAAAsA/6DIc4NZ1G-k/s72-c/tumblr_liuclxfYC21qeoc8do1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-4345796482371756378</id><published>2011-04-06T19:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T19:26:41.004-03:00</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/-rEFRNbgOp-Y/TZzoigEhyMI/AAAAAAAAAr8/9xNF2Wo9TnU/s1600/tumblr_lg3w86jUkP1qdt645o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rEFRNbgOp-Y/TZzoigEhyMI/AAAAAAAAAr8/9xNF2Wo9TnU/s320/tumblr_lg3w86jUkP1qdt645o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes gosto de me trancar no quarto e ficar sozinho com meus pensamentos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-4345796482371756378?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/4345796482371756378/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/as-vezes-gosto-de-me-trancar-no-quarto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/4345796482371756378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/4345796482371756378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/as-vezes-gosto-de-me-trancar-no-quarto.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-rEFRNbgOp-Y/TZzoigEhyMI/AAAAAAAAAr8/9xNF2Wo9TnU/s72-c/tumblr_lg3w86jUkP1qdt645o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-4140999667679151117</id><published>2011-04-06T19:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T19:14:42.350-03:00</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/-U1IaM_SavMs/TZzlLUmsOlI/AAAAAAAAAr4/d4vyR-4Pc00/s1600/tumblr_lj6s9eh2CA1qev5fyo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U1IaM_SavMs/TZzlLUmsOlI/AAAAAAAAAr4/d4vyR-4Pc00/s320/tumblr_lj6s9eh2CA1qev5fyo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você tem dois caminhos a escolher, o 1ª tentar esquecer e levar  uma vida normal, o 2ª correr atrás mesmo sabendo que vai se machucar, &amp;nbsp;você vai ter dificuldades nos dois caminhos, &amp;nbsp;e tem o 3ª &amp;nbsp;não  fazer nada, mas esse é o pior deles, você vai se lamentar pelo resto da  vida por nunca ter tentado. Se escolher o primeiro caminho, levará uma  vida incompleta, se remoendo sobre o que poderia ter acontecido. Se  escolher o segundo caminho, provará sua coragem, abrindo portas para  muitas coisas boas acontecerem. Mas, se optar pelo terceiro caminho,  você não levará nada, mas sim será levado. Perderá a fé, e deixará o  mundo te levar para onde quiser. Apenas você pode escolher. Seja rápido,  porque o tempo está passando.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-4140999667679151117?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/4140999667679151117/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/voce-tem-dois-caminhos-escolher-o-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/4140999667679151117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/4140999667679151117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/voce-tem-dois-caminhos-escolher-o-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-U1IaM_SavMs/TZzlLUmsOlI/AAAAAAAAAr4/d4vyR-4Pc00/s72-c/tumblr_lj6s9eh2CA1qev5fyo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-4168592320545639478</id><published>2011-04-06T19:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T19:08:37.978-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E quantas vezes você disse que ia desistir dele, e não desistiu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-4168592320545639478?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/4168592320545639478/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-quantas-vezes-voce-disse-que-ia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/4168592320545639478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/4168592320545639478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-quantas-vezes-voce-disse-que-ia.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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-7094952083328248810.post-1357602677021025842</id><published>2011-04-06T19:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T20:45:44.373-03:00</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/-AFnQDJBZbiI/TZzjrams0NI/AAAAAAAAAr0/kO0c44dMp74/s1600/tumblr_liwcnt7mvH1qeoc8do1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AFnQDJBZbiI/TZzjrams0NI/AAAAAAAAAr0/kO0c44dMp74/s320/tumblr_liwcnt7mvH1qeoc8do1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pouco a pouco você descobre porque vale a pena viver. É só dar um  passo de cada vez, sem pressa. Fazer com calma e dedicação. Erre quantas  vezes precisar, mas aprenda com seus erros. E com o tempo, você vai  olhar pra trás e dizer: “Eu vivi; eu fiz certo; eu não me  arrependo”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-1357602677021025842?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/1357602677021025842/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/pouco-pouco-voce-descobre-porque-vale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/1357602677021025842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/1357602677021025842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/pouco-pouco-voce-descobre-porque-vale.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-AFnQDJBZbiI/TZzjrams0NI/AAAAAAAAAr0/kO0c44dMp74/s72-c/tumblr_liwcnt7mvH1qeoc8do1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-8042521629598707354</id><published>2011-04-06T19:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T19:00:45.128-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Jogue tudo fora, mas principalmente esvazie seu coração, fique pronto  para a vida, para um novo amor. Lembre-se somos apaixonáveis, somos  capazes de amar muitas e muitas vezes. Afinal de contas, &lt;b&gt;nós somos o amor.”&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(Carlos Drummond de Andrade) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-8042521629598707354?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/8042521629598707354/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/jogue-tudo-fora-mas-principalmente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/8042521629598707354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/8042521629598707354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/jogue-tudo-fora-mas-principalmente.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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-7094952083328248810.post-3932008930957571811</id><published>2011-04-06T18:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T18:58:05.333-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ByWNhJXZG3c/TZzhjix4NtI/AAAAAAAAArw/tWFEOf52RdY/s1600/tumblr_lhavz8Kd4r1qgyg4yo1_500_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ByWNhJXZG3c/TZzhjix4NtI/AAAAAAAAArw/tWFEOf52RdY/s320/tumblr_lhavz8Kd4r1qgyg4yo1_500_large.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Não ligue para a opinião dos outros, ame quem você quiser ouça apenas o seu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-3932008930957571811?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/3932008930957571811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/nao-ligue-para-opiniao-dos-outros-ame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/3932008930957571811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/3932008930957571811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/nao-ligue-para-opiniao-dos-outros-ame.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-ByWNhJXZG3c/TZzhjix4NtI/AAAAAAAAArw/tWFEOf52RdY/s72-c/tumblr_lhavz8Kd4r1qgyg4yo1_500_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-7236307475841856273</id><published>2011-04-06T18:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T18:55:34.323-03:00</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/-D6F-S_fpR30/TZzhNoZIqaI/AAAAAAAAArs/JWakEDKHWyE/s1600/tumblr_lgq0ryO4Sg1qgllsdo1_r1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D6F-S_fpR30/TZzhNoZIqaI/AAAAAAAAArs/JWakEDKHWyE/s320/tumblr_lgq0ryO4Sg1qgllsdo1_r1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somente o tempo vai dizer se foi realmente amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-7236307475841856273?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/7236307475841856273/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/somente-o-tempo-vai-dizer-se-foi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/7236307475841856273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/7236307475841856273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/somente-o-tempo-vai-dizer-se-foi.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-D6F-S_fpR30/TZzhNoZIqaI/AAAAAAAAArs/JWakEDKHWyE/s72-c/tumblr_lgq0ryO4Sg1qgllsdo1_r1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-6190262481456008435</id><published>2011-04-06T18:54:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T18:54:28.816-03:00</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/-hXtD__ofe0c/TZzg8KEBN9I/AAAAAAAAAro/0wnvjTu0iH4/s1600/tumblr_le46lqsk4s1qdc2too1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hXtD__ofe0c/TZzg8KEBN9I/AAAAAAAAAro/0wnvjTu0iH4/s400/tumblr_le46lqsk4s1qdc2too1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-6190262481456008435?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/6190262481456008435/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_9598.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/6190262481456008435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/6190262481456008435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_9598.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-hXtD__ofe0c/TZzg8KEBN9I/AAAAAAAAAro/0wnvjTu0iH4/s72-c/tumblr_le46lqsk4s1qdc2too1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-6743980060363148070</id><published>2011-04-06T18:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T18:53:29.018-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eEW92hV_Wgs/TZzgJPg-v2I/AAAAAAAAArk/Riw2Mn_2eJQ/s1600/tumblr_lfi5blqoEq1qf45zqo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eEW92hV_Wgs/TZzgJPg-v2I/AAAAAAAAArk/Riw2Mn_2eJQ/s320/tumblr_lfi5blqoEq1qf45zqo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;É difícil dizer adeus, quando se&amp;nbsp;quer ficar. É difícil sorrir quando  se quer chorar. Mas o mais difícil é ter que te esquecer, quando o que  eu quero é te amar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-6743980060363148070?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/6743980060363148070/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-dificil-dizer-adeus-quando-se-ficar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/6743980060363148070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/6743980060363148070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-dificil-dizer-adeus-quando-se-ficar.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-eEW92hV_Wgs/TZzgJPg-v2I/AAAAAAAAArk/Riw2Mn_2eJQ/s72-c/tumblr_lfi5blqoEq1qf45zqo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-2300680928996839572</id><published>2011-04-06T18:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T18:48:51.893-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TAgQaXWPlg0/TZzftdhgwdI/AAAAAAAAArg/-pKNBhEG-_4/s1600/tumblr_lg2q53Ny981qdp5qbo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TAgQaXWPlg0/TZzftdhgwdI/AAAAAAAAArg/-pKNBhEG-_4/s400/tumblr_lg2q53Ny981qdp5qbo1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A distância separa dois olhares mas nunca dois corações.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-2300680928996839572?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/2300680928996839572/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/distancia-separa-dois-olhares-mas-nunca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/2300680928996839572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/2300680928996839572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/distancia-separa-dois-olhares-mas-nunca.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-TAgQaXWPlg0/TZzftdhgwdI/AAAAAAAAArg/-pKNBhEG-_4/s72-c/tumblr_lg2q53Ny981qdp5qbo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-7354087248954048604</id><published>2011-04-06T18:46:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T18:46:36.884-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;As mais lindas coisas da vida, não precisam ser vistas nem tocadas mas sim sentidas pelo coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-7354087248954048604?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/7354087248954048604/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/as-mais-lindas-coisas-da-vida-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/7354087248954048604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/7354087248954048604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/as-mais-lindas-coisas-da-vida-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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-7094952083328248810.post-3273390137900668712</id><published>2011-04-06T18:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T18:46:02.088-03:00</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/-zXuA0le3UMM/TZze21INAvI/AAAAAAAAArc/vTzyFLnFvrM/s1600/5482938685_f0486fab5e_z_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zXuA0le3UMM/TZze21INAvI/AAAAAAAAArc/vTzyFLnFvrM/s320/5482938685_f0486fab5e_z_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amar é ter o céu e querer apenas uma estrela; amar é ter o oceano e  querer apenas uma gota; amar é ter o universo e querer apenas uma  estrela; é ter todas as pessoas do mundo e querer apenas uma: &lt;b&gt;Você&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-3273390137900668712?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/3273390137900668712/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/amar-e-ter-o-ceu-e-querer-apenas-uma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/3273390137900668712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/3273390137900668712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/amar-e-ter-o-ceu-e-querer-apenas-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-zXuA0le3UMM/TZze21INAvI/AAAAAAAAArc/vTzyFLnFvrM/s72-c/5482938685_f0486fab5e_z_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-7997853707751520083</id><published>2011-04-06T18:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T18:40:51.258-03:00</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/-zAhSUyVRpfg/TZzdsVwC5SI/AAAAAAAAArU/umyzXJS6yJ4/s1600/tumblr_lgdi6cNGnm1qdsefb.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zAhSUyVRpfg/TZzdsVwC5SI/AAAAAAAAArU/umyzXJS6yJ4/s1600/tumblr_lgdi6cNGnm1qdsefb.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-7997853707751520083?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/7997853707751520083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_5483.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/7997853707751520083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/7997853707751520083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_5483.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-zAhSUyVRpfg/TZzdsVwC5SI/AAAAAAAAArU/umyzXJS6yJ4/s72-c/tumblr_lgdi6cNGnm1qdsefb.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-5312385211708749784</id><published>2011-04-06T18:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T18:39:11.600-03:00</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/-tuR98FvHcUs/TZzc8LYtgZI/AAAAAAAAArQ/oFLOAD9yqq4/s1600/tumblr_li2mtiTH2c1qgkknmo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tuR98FvHcUs/TZzc8LYtgZI/AAAAAAAAArQ/oFLOAD9yqq4/s320/tumblr_li2mtiTH2c1qgkknmo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se um dia souberes que te esqueci, reze por mim, pois esse dia eu morri.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-5312385211708749784?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/5312385211708749784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/se-um-dia-souberes-que-te-esqueci-reze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/5312385211708749784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/5312385211708749784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/se-um-dia-souberes-que-te-esqueci-reze.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-tuR98FvHcUs/TZzc8LYtgZI/AAAAAAAAArQ/oFLOAD9yqq4/s72-c/tumblr_li2mtiTH2c1qgkknmo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-4688888606983587143</id><published>2011-04-06T18:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T18:36:07.594-03:00</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/-t7CG3zMlXrM/TZzcpkvJWcI/AAAAAAAAArM/7vq5XOgpUeU/s1600/tumblr_li2n4qd5r11qgkknmo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t7CG3zMlXrM/TZzcpkvJWcI/AAAAAAAAArM/7vq5XOgpUeU/s320/tumblr_li2n4qd5r11qgkknmo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;De todas as dúvidas desse mundo, reserve um lugar pra essa verdade…&lt;b&gt; Eu te amo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-4688888606983587143?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/4688888606983587143/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/de-todas-as-duvidas-desse-mundo-reserve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/4688888606983587143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/4688888606983587143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/de-todas-as-duvidas-desse-mundo-reserve.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-t7CG3zMlXrM/TZzcpkvJWcI/AAAAAAAAArM/7vq5XOgpUeU/s72-c/tumblr_li2n4qd5r11qgkknmo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-4063850845212628288</id><published>2011-04-06T18:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T18:28:45.462-03:00</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/-IeWxj9x-ddM/TZza-Q-KHFI/AAAAAAAAArI/exJBVSl54ac/s1600/OgAAALE-WJzYEzRlatF1Ww2ZG_t45RcRP8YOQKvpfvD9DHbK5IHC-3MblNQiBtDotr-BKir452xCPk-NFmvGV4egQUAAm1T1ULkbt6m92UmnuCyR-3Xt7PvtZnep.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IeWxj9x-ddM/TZza-Q-KHFI/AAAAAAAAArI/exJBVSl54ac/s320/OgAAALE-WJzYEzRlatF1Ww2ZG_t45RcRP8YOQKvpfvD9DHbK5IHC-3MblNQiBtDotr-BKir452xCPk-NFmvGV4egQUAAm1T1ULkbt6m92UmnuCyR-3Xt7PvtZnep.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu não preciso te ver todos os dias pra te ter na minha mente, posso  ter anos sem te encontrar que ainda sim seu sorriso vai estar visível na  minha cabeça.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-4063850845212628288?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/4063850845212628288/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-eu-nao-preciso-te-ver-todos-os-dias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/4063850845212628288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/4063850845212628288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-eu-nao-preciso-te-ver-todos-os-dias.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-IeWxj9x-ddM/TZza-Q-KHFI/AAAAAAAAArI/exJBVSl54ac/s72-c/OgAAALE-WJzYEzRlatF1Ww2ZG_t45RcRP8YOQKvpfvD9DHbK5IHC-3MblNQiBtDotr-BKir452xCPk-NFmvGV4egQUAAm1T1ULkbt6m92UmnuCyR-3Xt7PvtZnep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-2102667697651305680</id><published>2011-04-06T18:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T18:24:38.874-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não sou daquelas que consegue dizer adeus como se não  significasse nada. Na verdade, eu detesto dizer adeus. Detesto aquela  sensação de tudo o que você consegue fazer é ver as pessoas saindo de  sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cry and Live.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-2102667697651305680?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/2102667697651305680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/nao-sou-daquelas-que-consegue-dizer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/2102667697651305680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/2102667697651305680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/nao-sou-daquelas-que-consegue-dizer.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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-7094952083328248810.post-6876593085447478837</id><published>2011-04-06T18:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T18:24:17.570-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ynC959kDo5Q/TZzZwF37cbI/AAAAAAAAArA/t1hemqUi_rs/s1600/tumblr_lj6zhskRkY1qho75xo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ynC959kDo5Q/TZzZwF37cbI/AAAAAAAAArA/t1hemqUi_rs/s320/tumblr_lj6zhskRkY1qho75xo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me importo que você esteja longe, só de saber que você existe já fico feliz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-6876593085447478837?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/6876593085447478837/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/nao-me-importo-que-voce-esteja-longe-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/6876593085447478837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/6876593085447478837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/nao-me-importo-que-voce-esteja-longe-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-ynC959kDo5Q/TZzZwF37cbI/AAAAAAAAArA/t1hemqUi_rs/s72-c/tumblr_lj6zhskRkY1qho75xo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-5007354918403450105</id><published>2011-04-06T18:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T18:21:34.975-03:00</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/-fBFn7Uo8FiY/TZzU6Uo_QlI/AAAAAAAAAq8/pbtZ_dVbdh8/s1600/tumblr_lgfm6c4SeI1qd9bzwo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fBFn7Uo8FiY/TZzU6Uo_QlI/AAAAAAAAAq8/pbtZ_dVbdh8/s320/tumblr_lgfm6c4SeI1qd9bzwo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Você não sabe o quanto dói querer alguém e esse alguém não se importar com você. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-5007354918403450105?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/5007354918403450105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/voce-nao-sabe-o-quanto-doi-querer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/5007354918403450105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/5007354918403450105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/voce-nao-sabe-o-quanto-doi-querer.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-fBFn7Uo8FiY/TZzU6Uo_QlI/AAAAAAAAAq8/pbtZ_dVbdh8/s72-c/tumblr_lgfm6c4SeI1qd9bzwo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-2246378481918086222</id><published>2011-04-06T18:01:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T20:46:43.486-03:00</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/-P_BiWYmr4mI/TZzUhnweMrI/AAAAAAAAAq4/1NRG5L7oLSw/s1600/tumblr_li4ikaY6SG1qcpmgno1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_BiWYmr4mI/TZzUhnweMrI/AAAAAAAAAq4/1NRG5L7oLSw/s320/tumblr_li4ikaY6SG1qcpmgno1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sem poder te ver, sem poder te  tocar, sem poder te beijar, sem poder sorrir e rir ao teu lado, sem  poder dizer e ouvir ‘Eu te amo’ é uma tortura. Eu penso em você o tempo  inteiro e as horas parecem se arrastar. Eu não desgrudo do celular  esperando você ligar ou me mandar uma mensagem. É assim que eu percebo o quanto preciso  de você comigo, e para sempre.&lt;b&gt; Bianca Mesquita&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-2246378481918086222?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/2246378481918086222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/sem-poder-te-ver-sem-poder-te-tocar-sem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/2246378481918086222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/2246378481918086222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/sem-poder-te-ver-sem-poder-te-tocar-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-P_BiWYmr4mI/TZzUhnweMrI/AAAAAAAAAq4/1NRG5L7oLSw/s72-c/tumblr_li4ikaY6SG1qcpmgno1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-1536266865979880446</id><published>2011-04-06T18:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T18:01:26.234-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ontem éramos três: Eu, você e a felicidade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje somos dois: Eu e a saudade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-1536266865979880446?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/1536266865979880446/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/ontem-eramos-tres-eu-voce-e-felicidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/1536266865979880446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/1536266865979880446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/ontem-eramos-tres-eu-voce-e-felicidade.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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-7094952083328248810.post-4916751660453583783</id><published>2011-04-06T17:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T16:18:35.638-03:00</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/-G7ADU-_67iM/TZzSJw3PtjI/AAAAAAAAAq0/wnDFM2xZDT8/s1600/tumblr_livrup1STL1qgkknmo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G7ADU-_67iM/TZzSJw3PtjI/AAAAAAAAAq0/wnDFM2xZDT8/s320/tumblr_livrup1STL1qgkknmo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você é como as estrelas, posso amá-las, mas não posso tocá-las, nem tê-las.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-4916751660453583783?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/4916751660453583783/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/voce-e-como-as-estrelas-posso-ama-las.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/4916751660453583783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/4916751660453583783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/voce-e-como-as-estrelas-posso-ama-las.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-G7ADU-_67iM/TZzSJw3PtjI/AAAAAAAAAq0/wnDFM2xZDT8/s72-c/tumblr_livrup1STL1qgkknmo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-3953178410290221632</id><published>2011-04-06T17:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T17:50:32.785-03:00</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/-FXBz_d3ZT8Y/TZzR4GPXa6I/AAAAAAAAAqw/aA7Xz_9HwzQ/s1600/tumblr_lj750n0XzQ1qho75xo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FXBz_d3ZT8Y/TZzR4GPXa6I/AAAAAAAAAqw/aA7Xz_9HwzQ/s320/tumblr_lj750n0XzQ1qho75xo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ser feliz você precisa de amor próprio, ter amigos que nunca te  abandonem, uma família que sempre te apoie e acreditar que Deus sempre  estará do seu lado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-3953178410290221632?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/3953178410290221632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/para-ser-feliz-voce-precisa-de-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/3953178410290221632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/3953178410290221632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/para-ser-feliz-voce-precisa-de-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-FXBz_d3ZT8Y/TZzR4GPXa6I/AAAAAAAAAqw/aA7Xz_9HwzQ/s72-c/tumblr_lj750n0XzQ1qho75xo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-7478988089042164421</id><published>2011-04-06T17:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T17:45:46.964-03:00</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/-p7yK3oH5SDI/TZzQjrXwQHI/AAAAAAAAAqs/CpNvnV5ThIk/s1600/tumblr_lixn7bUF3K1qgkknmo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p7yK3oH5SDI/TZzQjrXwQHI/AAAAAAAAAqs/CpNvnV5ThIk/s320/tumblr_lixn7bUF3K1qgkknmo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;'' Eu estou preso, mais esse tipo de prisão não é com grades, é com sentimentos que eu sinto por você! Eu te peço: não pague fiança. ''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-7478988089042164421?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/7478988089042164421/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/eu-estou-preso-mais-esse-tipo-de-prisao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/7478988089042164421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/7478988089042164421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/eu-estou-preso-mais-esse-tipo-de-prisao.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-p7yK3oH5SDI/TZzQjrXwQHI/AAAAAAAAAqs/CpNvnV5ThIk/s72-c/tumblr_lixn7bUF3K1qgkknmo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-3032611678775794788</id><published>2011-04-06T17:42:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T17:42:29.939-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9OCupORhFMM/TZzQKSQRQvI/AAAAAAAAAqo/-747VbNQvqg/s1600/tumblr_lixv1yvjmL1qgkknmo1_r1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9OCupORhFMM/TZzQKSQRQvI/AAAAAAAAAqo/-747VbNQvqg/s400/tumblr_lixv1yvjmL1qgkknmo1_r1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se amar é viver, vivo por que te amo.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-3032611678775794788?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/3032611678775794788/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/se-amar-e-viver-vivo-por-que-te-amo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/3032611678775794788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/3032611678775794788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/se-amar-e-viver-vivo-por-que-te-amo.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-9OCupORhFMM/TZzQKSQRQvI/AAAAAAAAAqo/-747VbNQvqg/s72-c/tumblr_lixv1yvjmL1qgkknmo1_r1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-3126001497682267789</id><published>2011-04-06T17:40:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T17:40:12.123-03:00</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/-fUFNz-Eq-38/TZzPpOQ6fWI/AAAAAAAAAqk/GihcPsZ2ZFw/s1600/tumblr_lj77ed95WQ1qho75xo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fUFNz-Eq-38/TZzPpOQ6fWI/AAAAAAAAAqk/GihcPsZ2ZFw/s400/tumblr_lj77ed95WQ1qho75xo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorria mais e verá como tudo vai começar a dar certo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-3126001497682267789?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/3126001497682267789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/sorria-mais-e-vera-como-tudo-vai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/3126001497682267789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/3126001497682267789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/sorria-mais-e-vera-como-tudo-vai.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-fUFNz-Eq-38/TZzPpOQ6fWI/AAAAAAAAAqk/GihcPsZ2ZFw/s72-c/tumblr_lj77ed95WQ1qho75xo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-6348698562359930413</id><published>2011-04-06T17:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T20:47:26.344-03:00</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/-Y_kX23JR8-k/TZzOJQzHUOI/AAAAAAAAAqg/ioDhw-v45KE/s1600/tumblr_lj52oghg1a1qhvuubo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_kX23JR8-k/TZzOJQzHUOI/AAAAAAAAAqg/ioDhw-v45KE/s320/tumblr_lj52oghg1a1qhvuubo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fundo você sempre sabe a verdade, mas às vezes dá vontade de se iludir, né?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-6348698562359930413?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/6348698562359930413/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-fundo-voce-sempre-sabe-verdade-mas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/6348698562359930413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/6348698562359930413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-fundo-voce-sempre-sabe-verdade-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-Y_kX23JR8-k/TZzOJQzHUOI/AAAAAAAAAqg/ioDhw-v45KE/s72-c/tumblr_lj52oghg1a1qhvuubo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-5645003874962022990</id><published>2011-04-06T17:31:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T17:32:13.786-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt"&gt;Nada do que você faça irá me distanciar,  porque eu consigo te sentir ao meu lado, independente da situação. Você é  aquela força que consegue me impedir de chorar, porque consegue me  fazer sorrir com as coisas mais bobas. Te esperar o dia inteiro para  entrar no computador, ficar assistindo aquele filme que eu assistia  quando tinha uns dez anos de idade, ou até mesmo chorar ouvindo as  nossas músicas, me mostram que eu não estou pronta para viver  definitivamente bem, porque você não está aqui. Sabe a carência de um  abraço? Pois é. Olhar para o céu estrelado à noite pode até amenizar um  pouco a dor do meu coração, mas será que você também estaria lembrando  de mim? Lembrando que eu existo, lembrando que eu te quero ver bem… Você  é o meu herói, sabia? Herói dos ciumes, herói dos sorrisos, herói da  minha vida. Se me perguntarem, “de quem você tem orgulho?” Eu  responderei, “dele”. Não importa se estou escrevendo esse texto com ou  sem lágrimas nos olhos, o que importa é que dentro da minha alma,  coagulando no meu sangue, existe amor. Existe amor de amizade, existe  amor de brincadeira. Existe o meu amor por você. Existe tudo o que eu  precisava lhe dizer, mas não tenho coragem. O que falta em todos os  textos, o que falta em todas as conversas. O que falta em todos meus  sentimentos. Cadê você aqui e agora para me dizer que vai passar? Cadê o  seu sorriso para eu apreciar? Eu não sou forte o bastante para aguentar  tudo o que está acontecendo sem a sua presença. Preciso da sua risada,  preciso do seu carinho. Não irei dizer que a distância fode tudo, porque  a partir dela, eu consegui te achar. Mas ela teoricamente está me  impedindo de sussurrar no seu ouvido algum “fica bem”. Está me impedindo  de ser idiota ao seu lado. Não sei se será dificil ou não de acreditar,  mas eu preciso de você muito mais do quanto você precisa de mim. Sabe  um anjo? Eu conheço, eu o conheci, e ele se tornou uma das coisas mais  especiais da minha vida.&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/7094952083328248810-5645003874962022990?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/5645003874962022990/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/nada-do-que-voce-faca-ira-me-distanciar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/5645003874962022990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/5645003874962022990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/nada-do-que-voce-faca-ira-me-distanciar.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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-7094952083328248810.post-9159225586735734160</id><published>2011-04-06T17:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T17:32:30.339-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3jgoqCABkB4/TZzLdu9OquI/AAAAAAAAAqc/2Pk-Dx_4ftk/s1600/tumblr_lj2unskPso1qc1mjpo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3jgoqCABkB4/TZzLdu9OquI/AAAAAAAAAqc/2Pk-Dx_4ftk/s400/tumblr_lj2unskPso1qc1mjpo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe, dói tanto amar uma pessoa e saber que nunca vai poder tê-la com você.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-9159225586735734160?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/9159225586735734160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/sabe-doi-tanto-amar-uma-pessoa-e-saber.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/9159225586735734160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/9159225586735734160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/sabe-doi-tanto-amar-uma-pessoa-e-saber.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-3jgoqCABkB4/TZzLdu9OquI/AAAAAAAAAqc/2Pk-Dx_4ftk/s72-c/tumblr_lj2unskPso1qc1mjpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-8710878159243873226</id><published>2011-04-06T17:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T17:14:32.962-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8OQjLKganzM/TZzJnMykPLI/AAAAAAAAAqY/v5flJQexiNA/s1600/tumblr_legtih3osF1qen9jao1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8OQjLKganzM/TZzJnMykPLI/AAAAAAAAAqY/v5flJQexiNA/s320/tumblr_legtih3osF1qen9jao1_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O tempo passa, você olha pra trás e vê o quanto eram bobas as juras  de amizades “pra sempre” que você fazia pensando que realmente ia durar.  E você se dá conta de que sente falta. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-8710878159243873226?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/8710878159243873226/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-tempo-passa-voce-olha-pra-tras-e-ve-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/8710878159243873226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/8710878159243873226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-tempo-passa-voce-olha-pra-tras-e-ve-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-8OQjLKganzM/TZzJnMykPLI/AAAAAAAAAqY/v5flJQexiNA/s72-c/tumblr_legtih3osF1qen9jao1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-777236765942933781</id><published>2011-04-06T17:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T17:07:18.219-03:00</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/-41TRjxxd72A/TZzH7p7WHuI/AAAAAAAAAqU/B-oX7kz7Qvs/s1600/tumblr_lh3jngCUbf1qb8k2yo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-41TRjxxd72A/TZzH7p7WHuI/AAAAAAAAAqU/B-oX7kz7Qvs/s320/tumblr_lh3jngCUbf1qb8k2yo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque, pra viver de verdade, a gente tem que quebrar a cara.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-777236765942933781?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/777236765942933781/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/porque-pra-viver-de-verdade-gente-tem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/777236765942933781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/777236765942933781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/porque-pra-viver-de-verdade-gente-tem.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-41TRjxxd72A/TZzH7p7WHuI/AAAAAAAAAqU/B-oX7kz7Qvs/s72-c/tumblr_lh3jngCUbf1qb8k2yo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-3425292653835921900</id><published>2011-04-06T17:04:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T17:05:11.958-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Se você se sente sozinha e sem amor:&lt;b&gt; Espere&lt;/b&gt;. Lembre-se que todas as princesas eram&amp;nbsp;apenas&lt;b&gt; sonhadoras solitárias&lt;/b&gt;… Até que&lt;i&gt; seus príncipes chegaram&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-3425292653835921900?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/3425292653835921900/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/se-voce-se-sente-sozinha-e-sem-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/3425292653835921900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/3425292653835921900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/se-voce-se-sente-sozinha-e-sem-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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-7094952083328248810.post-2407186106681286081</id><published>2011-04-06T17:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T16:21:29.344-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="cap"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vx_hIOAIi_E/TZzGbfjBKNI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/cuxoDBixw74/s1600/tumblr_lhk2qme7EO1qcbra0o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vx_hIOAIi_E/TZzGbfjBKNI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/cuxoDBixw74/s400/tumblr_lhk2qme7EO1qcbra0o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Um dia você vai encontrar o homem da sua vida. Seu melhor amigo, sua  alma gêmea, aquele que você poderá contar seus sonhos. Ele vai tirar seu  cabelo dos olhos. Te enviar flores quando você menos esperar. Ele vai  ficar admirando você durante os filmes, mesmo que ele tenha pago 8 reais  para assistir. Ele vai te ligar para dizer boa noite só porque ele  sente sua falta. Ele vai olhar no fundo de seus olhos e dizer: “Você é a  garota mais bonita do mundo.” E pela primeira vez em sua vida, você vai  acreditar.&lt;b&gt; Nicholas Sparks.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-2407186106681286081?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/2407186106681286081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/um-dia-voce-vai-encontrar-o-homem-da.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/2407186106681286081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/2407186106681286081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/um-dia-voce-vai-encontrar-o-homem-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-Vx_hIOAIi_E/TZzGbfjBKNI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/cuxoDBixw74/s72-c/tumblr_lhk2qme7EO1qcbra0o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-5517972880758296480</id><published>2011-04-06T16:57:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T16:58:05.736-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CetwKde40nE/TZzFTq_aThI/AAAAAAAAAqM/d7SKM4PIk1A/s1600/tumblr_lj5d9coNxL1qgs7nno1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CetwKde40nE/TZzFTq_aThI/AAAAAAAAAqM/d7SKM4PIk1A/s400/tumblr_lj5d9coNxL1qgs7nno1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em todo lugar eu vejo você, menos ao meu lado. (&lt;i&gt;Memória de Garoto&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-5517972880758296480?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/5517972880758296480/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/em-todo-lugar-eu-vejo-voce-menos-ao-meu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/5517972880758296480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/5517972880758296480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/em-todo-lugar-eu-vejo-voce-menos-ao-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-CetwKde40nE/TZzFTq_aThI/AAAAAAAAAqM/d7SKM4PIk1A/s72-c/tumblr_lj5d9coNxL1qgs7nno1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-3425357204184461885</id><published>2011-04-06T16:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T16:51:42.176-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="caption"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZV3AJO5OxYU/TZzEH4Xl0qI/AAAAAAAAAqE/W0hmZabfhhs/s1600/tumblr_lj7bi47FkK1qe5gzqo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZV3AJO5OxYU/TZzEH4Xl0qI/AAAAAAAAAqE/W0hmZabfhhs/s400/tumblr_lj7bi47FkK1qe5gzqo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Vamos viver nossos sonhos, temos tão pouco tempo.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charlie Brown Jr.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-3425357204184461885?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/3425357204184461885/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/vamos-viver-nossos-sonhos-temos-tao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/3425357204184461885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/3425357204184461885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/vamos-viver-nossos-sonhos-temos-tao.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-ZV3AJO5OxYU/TZzEH4Xl0qI/AAAAAAAAAqE/W0hmZabfhhs/s72-c/tumblr_lj7bi47FkK1qe5gzqo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-1564770001886768514</id><published>2011-04-06T16:49:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T16:50:11.124-03:00</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/-JmujGPttBGs/TZzDzvmbRjI/AAAAAAAAAqA/RCd23Xxe7WU/s1600/tumblr_lj7bkeiqpR1qe5gzqo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JmujGPttBGs/TZzDzvmbRjI/AAAAAAAAAqA/RCd23Xxe7WU/s320/tumblr_lj7bkeiqpR1qe5gzqo1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro dela tem um coração bobo, que é sempre capaz de amar e de acreditar outra vez.&lt;b&gt; Caio Fernando Abreu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-1564770001886768514?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/1564770001886768514/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/dentro-dela-tem-um-coracao-bobo-que-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/1564770001886768514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/1564770001886768514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/dentro-dela-tem-um-coracao-bobo-que-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-JmujGPttBGs/TZzDzvmbRjI/AAAAAAAAAqA/RCd23Xxe7WU/s72-c/tumblr_lj7bkeiqpR1qe5gzqo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-8197754084661086964</id><published>2011-04-06T16:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T16:46:57.990-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S_UyxGdLVW4/TZzDKTf4SYI/AAAAAAAAAp8/iqA-otOirG4/s1600/tumblr_lj8vggMRqX1qe5gzqo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S_UyxGdLVW4/TZzDKTf4SYI/AAAAAAAAAp8/iqA-otOirG4/s320/tumblr_lj8vggMRqX1qe5gzqo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembranças não doem. O que dói é a vontade de querer viver tudo de novo mas não poder.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;(FrasesDeGarota&lt;a href="http://frasesdegarota.tumblr.com/" title="✿"&gt;✿&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-8197754084661086964?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/8197754084661086964/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/lembrancas-nao-doem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/8197754084661086964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/8197754084661086964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/lembrancas-nao-doem.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-S_UyxGdLVW4/TZzDKTf4SYI/AAAAAAAAAp8/iqA-otOirG4/s72-c/tumblr_lj8vggMRqX1qe5gzqo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-5304601830910072939</id><published>2011-04-06T16:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T16:45:47.574-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Acho que se você realmente me amasse, você estaria aqui, comigo.&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/7094952083328248810-5304601830910072939?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/5304601830910072939/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/acho-que-se-voce-realmente-me-amasse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/5304601830910072939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/5304601830910072939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/acho-que-se-voce-realmente-me-amasse.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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-7094952083328248810.post-362463999315140892</id><published>2011-04-06T16:43:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T16:43:45.404-03:00</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/-uv7RAA6quuQ/TZzCYjckVNI/AAAAAAAAAp4/oyJQRY2Al8Q/s1600/tumblr_lj8w52Lss91qe5gzqo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uv7RAA6quuQ/TZzCYjckVNI/AAAAAAAAAp4/oyJQRY2Al8Q/s320/tumblr_lj8w52Lss91qe5gzqo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu só queria uma forma de te fazer entender, o quanto tudo mudou desde o    momento em que você passou a existir dentro de mim, como ninguém   antes,  jamais existiu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-362463999315140892?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/362463999315140892/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/eu-so-queria-uma-forma-de-te-fazer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/362463999315140892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/362463999315140892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/eu-so-queria-uma-forma-de-te-fazer.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-uv7RAA6quuQ/TZzCYjckVNI/AAAAAAAAAp4/oyJQRY2Al8Q/s72-c/tumblr_lj8w52Lss91qe5gzqo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-4420100233809401866</id><published>2011-04-06T16:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T16:38:23.788-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mw8hx3beHL8/TZzAyDn_6QI/AAAAAAAAAp0/5CCm_kh1HbQ/s1600/tumblr_lj7dgpFDQH1qeoc8do1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="156" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mw8hx3beHL8/TZzAyDn_6QI/AAAAAAAAAp0/5CCm_kh1HbQ/s320/tumblr_lj7dgpFDQH1qeoc8do1_500.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto a maioria procura a&lt;strong&gt; fórmula do amor&lt;/strong&gt;, eu fico aqui procurando uma que me faça&lt;strong&gt; parar de amar&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-4420100233809401866?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/4420100233809401866/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/enquanto-maioria-procura-formula-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/4420100233809401866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/4420100233809401866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/enquanto-maioria-procura-formula-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-Mw8hx3beHL8/TZzAyDn_6QI/AAAAAAAAAp0/5CCm_kh1HbQ/s72-c/tumblr_lj7dgpFDQH1qeoc8do1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-3829308400221772593</id><published>2011-04-06T16:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T16:34:36.470-03:00</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/-d_tHnWHPJ5E/TZzARXFuMuI/AAAAAAAAApw/MVMxCuuQT4g/s1600/tumblr_lj7fkpUKkB1qe5gzqo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_tHnWHPJ5E/TZzARXFuMuI/AAAAAAAAApw/MVMxCuuQT4g/s320/tumblr_lj7fkpUKkB1qe5gzqo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se uma criança cai e se machuca, ela chora por um tempo, se levanta e volta a brincar. Depois que você cresce, cai e se machuca, as coisas mudam e não é tão fácil se levantar e continuar. “Como eu queria voltar a ser criança.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-3829308400221772593?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/3829308400221772593/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/se-uma-crianca-cai-e-se-machuca-ela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/3829308400221772593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/3829308400221772593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/se-uma-crianca-cai-e-se-machuca-ela.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-d_tHnWHPJ5E/TZzARXFuMuI/AAAAAAAAApw/MVMxCuuQT4g/s72-c/tumblr_lj7fkpUKkB1qe5gzqo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094952083328248810.post-2443165910050285985</id><published>2011-04-06T16:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T16:31:31.348-03:00</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/-NGO-Fzlu0KQ/TZy_ge3jgSI/AAAAAAAAAps/sQtzZmf1vHg/s1600/tumblr_lht37hzSXd1qf39mfo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NGO-Fzlu0KQ/TZy_ge3jgSI/AAAAAAAAAps/sQtzZmf1vHg/s320/tumblr_lht37hzSXd1qf39mfo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se for verdadeiro vai acontecer, independente de tempo, distância, ou qualquer outro motivo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094952083328248810-2443165910050285985?l=thegirl-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/2443165910050285985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/se-for-verdadeiro-vai-acontecer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/2443165910050285985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094952083328248810/posts/default/2443165910050285985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirl-woman.blogspot.com/2011/04/se-for-verdadeiro-vai-acontecer.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185578743250706346</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/-NGO-Fzlu0KQ/TZy_ge3jgSI/AAAAAAAAAps/sQtzZmf1vHg/s72-c/tumblr_lht37hzSXd1qf39mfo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
