<?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-46023961812810641</id><updated>2011-07-31T01:09:43.762-07:00</updated><category term='página'/><title type='text'>Meu Mundo, Seu Mundo?</title><subtitle type='html'>Frases, poemas e super dicas.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivologoamo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46023961812810641/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivologoamo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jean Paulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03595384991968408897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQYye5A9Wgg/S98p_1oYRBI/AAAAAAAAACI/t_fadL5SNyg/S220/OQAAANEaBp-KzmAmGQF6Fz_6oHhd4fT1OtBM5_fzGPI8a0PHna5xd1f7bAEFo-Q7KtM93OYnHCeCsB-IOIgHqJ84-4MAm1T1UOb14IsVpb7HW8M2TWoXAObjRdOK.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46023961812810641.post-1831000894193987427</id><published>2010-05-10T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T11:33:22.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Se você sabe o que sente, não ama, pois o amor foge de todas as explicação possíveis"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2118/2586158164_b9b43f2308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 595px; height: 396px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2118/2586158164_b9b43f2308.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por que o amor faz vc sofrer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você já deve ter penssado nisso, pois bem, o amor é o mais nobre sentimento que deus atribuiu aos homens, ele faz desaparecer a querra o ódio e vingança, então novamente eu pergunto: Por que o amor te faz sofre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;r? a resposta é curta e grossa: por que se ele não fazer vc sofrer um pouquinho se quer, ele não é amor. Não confunda as coisas, eu não estou mencionando que o amor é do mal, e só faz a pessoa sofrer, o que eu quero resaltar é: O amor faz vulcões entrar em erupção; faz as tempestades se calarem, e por ser tão f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;orte, ele entra dentro da pessoa e muda completamente sua vida, e a pessoa por não estar preparada para suportar tamanho poder acaba sofrendo. Então eu te digo: A sua hora chegarar, você pode estar achando que eu estou fal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ando balela, mas somente quem sente a dor sabe o quanto ela doi, então preparece para enfrentar um dia esse tão puro e tão terrível sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/jean15710"&gt;veja aki super vídeos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A IMPONTUALIDADE DO AMOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Você está sozinho. Você e a torcida do F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;lamengo. Em frente a tevê, devora dois pacotes de Doritos enquanto espera o telefone tocar. Bem que podia ser hoje, bem que podia ser agora, um amor novinho em folha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trimmm! É sua mãe, quem mais poderi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a ser? Amor nenhum faz chamadas por telepatia. Amor não atende com hora marcada. Ele pode chegar antes do esperado e encontrar você numa fase galinha, sem disposição para relacionamentos sérios. Ele passa batido e você nem aí. Ou pode chegar tarde demais e encontrar você desiludido da vida, desconfiado, cheio de olheiras. O amor dá meia-volta, volver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Por que o amor nunca chega na hora certa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, por exemplo, que você está de banho tomado e camisa jeans. Agora que você está empregado, lavou o carro e está com grana para um cinema. Agora que você pintou o apartamento, ganhou um porta-retrato e começou a gostar de jazz. Agora que você está com o coração às moscas e morrendo de frio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor aparece quando menos se espera e de onde menos se imagina. Você passa uma festa inteira hipnotizado por alguém que nem lhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; enxerga, e mal repara em outro alguém que só tem olhos pra você. Ou então fica arrasado porque não foi pra praia no final de semana. Toda a sua turma está lá, azarando-se uns aos outros. Sentindo-se um ET perdido na cidade grande, você busca refúgio numa locadora de vídeo, sem prever que ali mesmo, na locadora, irá encontrar a pessoa que dará sentido a sua vida. O amor é que nem tesourinha de unhas, nunca está onde a gente pensa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O jeito é direcionar o radar para norte, sul, leste e oeste. Seu amor pode estar no corredor de um supermercado, pode estar impaciente na fila de um banco, pode estar pechinchando numa livraria, pode estar cantarolando sozinho dentro de um carro. Pode estar aqui mesmo, no computador, dando o maior mole. O amor está em todos os lugares, você que não procura direito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A primeira lição está dada; o amor é onipresente. Agora a segunda: mas é imprevisível. Jamais espere ouvir "eu te amo" num jantar à luz de velas, no dia dos namorados. Ou receber flores logo após a primeira transa. O amor odeia clichês. Você vai ouvir "eu te amo" numa terça-feira, às quatro da tarde, depois de uma discussão, e as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; flores vão chegar no dia que você tirar carteira de motorista, depois de aprovado no teste de baliza. Idealizar é sofrer. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Amar é surpreender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.clicrbs.com.br/blog/fotos/146586post_foto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 581px; height: 350px;" src="http://www.clicrbs.com.br/blog/fotos/146586post_foto.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;" beijo é uma das principais ferramentas do amor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46023961812810641-1831000894193987427?l=vivologoamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivologoamo.blogspot.com/feeds/1831000894193987427/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivologoamo.blogspot.com/2010/05/clique-aqui.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46023961812810641/posts/default/1831000894193987427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46023961812810641/posts/default/1831000894193987427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivologoamo.blogspot.com/2010/05/clique-aqui.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean Paulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03595384991968408897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQYye5A9Wgg/S98p_1oYRBI/AAAAAAAAACI/t_fadL5SNyg/S220/OQAAANEaBp-KzmAmGQF6Fz_6oHhd4fT1OtBM5_fzGPI8a0PHna5xd1f7bAEFo-Q7KtM93OYnHCeCsB-IOIgHqJ84-4MAm1T1UOb14IsVpb7HW8M2TWoXAObjRdOK.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2118/2586158164_b9b43f2308_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46023961812810641.post-1795864671588660040</id><published>2010-05-08T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T11:52:46.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://trovador.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 582px; height: 460px;" src="http://trovador.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/amor.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que significa o Amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar subitamente? Submeter-se ao fato de&lt;br /&gt;Entregar-se por completo?&lt;br /&gt;Perder a visão porém de olhos abertos?&lt;br /&gt;Apenas existir, para persistir na decisão&lt;br /&gt;De te-la sem questão?&lt;br /&gt;Significa separar-se da razão? E por ventura&lt;br /&gt;Quem controla é o coração?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O que significa isso? mais uma vez eu pergunto&lt;br /&gt;Que sentimento é esse? que o faz esquecer do seu mundo?&lt;br /&gt;Que significa então esse amor tão puro,&lt;br /&gt;Que faz com que um cego enchergue no escuro?&lt;br /&gt;Para entender o amor, é necessário mais que os estudos seus,&lt;br /&gt;Não se precipite pois, é preciso saber muito mais que Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://movimentouniversal.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/romance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 618px; height: 407px;" src="http://movimentouniversal.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/romance.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Você vale muito mais que qualquer brilhante, por tí traria a lua amarrada em barbante"&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/46023961812810641-1795864671588660040?l=vivologoamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivologoamo.blogspot.com/feeds/1795864671588660040/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivologoamo.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-que-significa-o-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46023961812810641/posts/default/1795864671588660040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46023961812810641/posts/default/1795864671588660040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivologoamo.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-que-significa-o-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean Paulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03595384991968408897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQYye5A9Wgg/S98p_1oYRBI/AAAAAAAAACI/t_fadL5SNyg/S220/OQAAANEaBp-KzmAmGQF6Fz_6oHhd4fT1OtBM5_fzGPI8a0PHna5xd1f7bAEFo-Q7KtM93OYnHCeCsB-IOIgHqJ84-4MAm1T1UOb14IsVpb7HW8M2TWoXAObjRdOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46023961812810641.post-5604794848315598792</id><published>2010-05-07T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T12:14:57.034-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='página'/><title type='text'>Inspiração</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.soniamoura.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/estrelas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 524px; height: 403px;" src="http://www.soniamoura.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/estrelas.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Inspiração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como me inspirar na lua que contempla minha janela?&lt;br /&gt;Como me inspirar nas estrelas se não és tão bela?&lt;br /&gt;Como me inspirar tanto em alguém sem defeiros?&lt;br /&gt;E sentir um amor tão perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;Como contemplar o sol da manhã?&lt;br /&gt;Se só amo o amanhã por esperar-te de manhã.&lt;br /&gt;Como me inspirar na minha própria vida?&lt;br /&gt;Se caso te perder, ela não poder ser mais vivida.&lt;br /&gt;Minha mente entraria em colapso,&lt;br /&gt;E meu coração em pedaços,&lt;br /&gt;Restando somente a ilusão...&lt;br /&gt;Me inspirando em uma outra paixão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Zephyr;"&gt;Jean paulo&lt;br /&gt;14/03/2010&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.soniamoura.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/luztrevas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 560px; height: 419px;" src="http://www.soniamoura.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/luztrevas.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;"Amo o amanhã... Por esperar-te de manhã"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46023961812810641-5604794848315598792?l=vivologoamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivologoamo.blogspot.com/feeds/5604794848315598792/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivologoamo.blogspot.com/2010/05/inspiracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46023961812810641/posts/default/5604794848315598792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46023961812810641/posts/default/5604794848315598792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivologoamo.blogspot.com/2010/05/inspiracao.html' title='Inspiração'/><author><name>Jean Paulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03595384991968408897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQYye5A9Wgg/S98p_1oYRBI/AAAAAAAAACI/t_fadL5SNyg/S220/OQAAANEaBp-KzmAmGQF6Fz_6oHhd4fT1OtBM5_fzGPI8a0PHna5xd1f7bAEFo-Q7KtM93OYnHCeCsB-IOIgHqJ84-4MAm1T1UOb14IsVpb7HW8M2TWoXAObjRdOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46023961812810641.post-2379938630479043801</id><published>2010-05-07T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T11:44:38.579-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='página'/><title type='text'>Como Viver Sem Você?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h203/jullicia/Anjo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 569px; height: 350px;" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h203/jullicia/Anjo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como viver sem você?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então como viver sem você?&lt;br /&gt;Se vivo por você;&lt;br /&gt;Se meu coração pulsa por você;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se minha mente pensa somente em você;&lt;br /&gt;Se meu corpo só deseja você;&lt;br /&gt;Se essa correnteza me empurra a vo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cê.&lt;br /&gt;Se na minha vida não tiver você,&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro minha essência perder,&lt;br /&gt;E em minha sepultura perecer...&lt;br /&gt;Pois a vida é sinônimo de morte se voc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ê.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Jean Paulo&lt;br /&gt;23/02/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVtqksZzmn0/Svb1DtE_bPI/AAAAAAAACkQ/WmrWoXO4MF8/s400/morte1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 554px; height: 414px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVtqksZzmn0/Svb1DtE_bPI/AAAAAAAACkQ/WmrWoXO4MF8/s400/morte1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Ficar sem você e como estar sozinho em meio a escuridão, sem teus olhos para me guiar, só me resta a morte"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;FRASE DE MINHA AUTORIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46023961812810641-2379938630479043801?l=vivologoamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivologoamo.blogspot.com/feeds/2379938630479043801/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivologoamo.blogspot.com/2010/05/como-viver-sem-voce.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46023961812810641/posts/default/2379938630479043801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46023961812810641/posts/default/2379938630479043801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivologoamo.blogspot.com/2010/05/como-viver-sem-voce.html' title='Como Viver Sem Você?'/><author><name>Jean Paulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03595384991968408897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQYye5A9Wgg/S98p_1oYRBI/AAAAAAAAACI/t_fadL5SNyg/S220/OQAAANEaBp-KzmAmGQF6Fz_6oHhd4fT1OtBM5_fzGPI8a0PHna5xd1f7bAEFo-Q7KtM93OYnHCeCsB-IOIgHqJ84-4MAm1T1UOb14IsVpb7HW8M2TWoXAObjRdOK.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVtqksZzmn0/Svb1DtE_bPI/AAAAAAAACkQ/WmrWoXO4MF8/s72-c/morte1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46023961812810641.post-4426604278489144355</id><published>2010-05-07T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T18:49:26.469-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='página'/><title type='text'>Sem corção</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://api.ning.com/files/OWA6*aswZ8SQg*OhB3crbrBGsd0f14yXBfpeBYXijDUfQ3FDYxbVZkjC9opQp9EeYHBhgwVsKXg2jR-4qUZp6MSaIsJnIq3U/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 364px;" src="http://api.ning.com/files/OWA6*aswZ8SQg*OhB3crbrBGsd0f14yXBfpeBYXijDUfQ3FDYxbVZkjC9opQp9EeYHBhgwVsKXg2jR-4qUZp6MSaIsJnIq3U/heart.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sem Coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Meu mundo me esqueceu, Minha mente se perdeu&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração se feriu, Minha sicatriz se abriu&lt;br /&gt;Meu mundo me deixou, Minha razão me abandonou&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando alguém se virou, você não me renunciou&lt;br /&gt;E Chegando de vagar, não me deixou sozinho ficar&lt;br /&gt;A confiança e a amizade, aumentaram de verdade&lt;br /&gt;Cada passo que eu dava, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt;sempre se preocupava&lt;br /&gt;E contanta atenção, foi embora a solidão.&lt;br /&gt;Ao olhar suas fotos eu imaginava, apesar de tantas brigas&lt;br /&gt;Essa princesa não me deixava,&lt;br /&gt;Sem defeitos, via que sua face radiante brilhava,&lt;br /&gt;Pensei que era amizade, mas eu a amava.&lt;br /&gt;Via que no meu mundo já não estava,&lt;br /&gt;As palavras fugiam quando lhe encontrava.&lt;br /&gt;Uma flexa em meu coraçã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o penetrava, ele saltou do peito,&lt;br /&gt;Lá não mas estava. Levou ele com você,&lt;br /&gt;E naquele momento não sabia o por quê,&lt;br /&gt;Mas cada batida dele era por você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Jean Paulo&lt;br /&gt;14/03/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://simplesana.zip.net/images/Slug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 407px;" src="http://simplesana.zip.net/images/Slug.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"Quem é fraco não pode amar, pois quando você decide amar alguém, assume o risco de sofrer bastante"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FRASE DE MINHA AUTORIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/46023961812810641-4426604278489144355?l=vivologoamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivologoamo.blogspot.com/feeds/4426604278489144355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivologoamo.blogspot.com/2010/05/sem-corcao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46023961812810641/posts/default/4426604278489144355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46023961812810641/posts/default/4426604278489144355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivologoamo.blogspot.com/2010/05/sem-corcao.html' title='Sem corção'/><author><name>Jean Paulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03595384991968408897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQYye5A9Wgg/S98p_1oYRBI/AAAAAAAAACI/t_fadL5SNyg/S220/OQAAANEaBp-KzmAmGQF6Fz_6oHhd4fT1OtBM5_fzGPI8a0PHna5xd1f7bAEFo-Q7KtM93OYnHCeCsB-IOIgHqJ84-4MAm1T1UOb14IsVpb7HW8M2TWoXAObjRdOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46023961812810641.post-2783448246047121077</id><published>2010-05-07T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T10:53:47.592-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='página'/><title type='text'>Tentando te esquecer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Tentando te Esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Inconsequente decisão, sem nenhuma preucaução.&lt;br /&gt;A mente a fingir, o desejo a reduzir&lt;br /&gt;Para curar o coração, rejeito essa paixão&lt;br /&gt;Com amor e com desejo&lt;br /&gt;Ao contrário te vejo.&lt;br /&gt;E tentar se iludir... uma saida pra min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pra que amar, por que querer&lt;br /&gt;Quem só me faz sofrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jean paulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;28/04/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://liviaguimaraes.zip.net/images/aprisionado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://liviaguimaraes.zip.net/images/aprisionado.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"...Como se liberta das correntes, e de um perigo eminente ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46023961812810641-2783448246047121077?l=vivologoamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivologoamo.blogspot.com/feeds/2783448246047121077/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivologoamo.blogspot.com/2010/05/tentando-te-esquecer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46023961812810641/posts/default/2783448246047121077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46023961812810641/posts/default/2783448246047121077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivologoamo.blogspot.com/2010/05/tentando-te-esquecer.html' title='Tentando te esquecer'/><author><name>Jean Paulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03595384991968408897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQYye5A9Wgg/S98p_1oYRBI/AAAAAAAAACI/t_fadL5SNyg/S220/OQAAANEaBp-KzmAmGQF6Fz_6oHhd4fT1OtBM5_fzGPI8a0PHna5xd1f7bAEFo-Q7KtM93OYnHCeCsB-IOIgHqJ84-4MAm1T1UOb14IsVpb7HW8M2TWoXAObjRdOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46023961812810641.post-2480966235670019451</id><published>2010-05-07T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T10:15:06.101-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='página'/><title type='text'>Amor de Deus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.obraspostumas.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/deus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="http://www.obraspostumas.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/deus.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amor de Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Deus com seu amor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mostra um caminho&lt;br /&gt;Em meio a escuridão.&lt;br /&gt;Contempla sua vida, dar o seu perdão,&lt;br /&gt;Prometa uma mudança em seu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Pois mais importante que tudo... ele te deu o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Agradeço-te ó soberano, que o mundo, por min, veio a criar&lt;br /&gt;E a vida por min, veio a prestar&lt;br /&gt;Pois um amor sem fim há de te habitar,&lt;br /&gt;Um ser que por fim ei de amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jean paulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;font-size:85%;"&gt;9/0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;font-size:85%;"&gt;4/20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pbsena.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/coracao1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 451px; height: 451px;" src="http://pbsena.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/coracao1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quem mandaria seu filho pra querra e cobraria somente amor e evangelização&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46023961812810641-2480966235670019451?l=vivologoamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivologoamo.blogspot.com/feeds/2480966235670019451/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivologoamo.blogspot.com/2010/05/amor-de-deus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46023961812810641/posts/default/2480966235670019451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46023961812810641/posts/default/2480966235670019451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivologoamo.blogspot.com/2010/05/amor-de-deus.html' title='Amor de Deus'/><author><name>Jean Paulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03595384991968408897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQYye5A9Wgg/S98p_1oYRBI/AAAAAAAAACI/t_fadL5SNyg/S220/OQAAANEaBp-KzmAmGQF6Fz_6oHhd4fT1OtBM5_fzGPI8a0PHna5xd1f7bAEFo-Q7KtM93OYnHCeCsB-IOIgHqJ84-4MAm1T1UOb14IsVpb7HW8M2TWoXAObjRdOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46023961812810641.post-8830106141251974427</id><published>2010-05-04T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T10:00:24.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafios</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.leoni.com.br/diario/md/ao_cair_a_noite_vem_a_solidao_fonte_google_1202700697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 449px; height: 389px;" src="http://www.leoni.com.br/diario/md/ao_cair_a_noite_vem_a_solidao_fonte_google_1202700697.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desafios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo um desafio logo à frente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Um desafio capaz de fazer o mundo parar,&lt;br /&gt;Onde tudo que se tem, há de acabar&lt;br /&gt;E por tudo que não tem, não prosperar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E em um momento qualquer tudo se acaba.&lt;br /&gt;Sem futuro e sem destino, com um espinho&lt;br /&gt;No coração, que a cada momento&lt;br /&gt;O fere sem qualquer compaixão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E ao ver tudo que sentia evaporar como&lt;br /&gt;Água fervente, me liberto enfim das correntes&lt;br /&gt;E de fato um perigo eminente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não posso, não quero ver, não quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sentir. Não aguentaria nem mais um minuto,&lt;br /&gt;Pois ao ver você com alguem, acabaria meu mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile?uid=9060410658159107334"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile?uid=9060410658159107334"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Paulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile?uid=9060410658159107334"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;28/03/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fotos.imagensporfavor.com/img/pics/glitters/s/solid%E3o-4464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 578px; height: 433px;" src="http://fotos.imagensporfavor.com/img/pics/glitters/s/solid%E3o-4464.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.........&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Pior do que não está com quem você ama, e ve-la com outro alguém"&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/46023961812810641-8830106141251974427?l=vivologoamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivologoamo.blogspot.com/feeds/8830106141251974427/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivologoamo.blogspot.com/2010/05/desafios.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46023961812810641/posts/default/8830106141251974427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46023961812810641/posts/default/8830106141251974427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivologoamo.blogspot.com/2010/05/desafios.html' title='Desafios'/><author><name>Jean Paulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03595384991968408897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQYye5A9Wgg/S98p_1oYRBI/AAAAAAAAACI/t_fadL5SNyg/S220/OQAAANEaBp-KzmAmGQF6Fz_6oHhd4fT1OtBM5_fzGPI8a0PHna5xd1f7bAEFo-Q7KtM93OYnHCeCsB-IOIgHqJ84-4MAm1T1UOb14IsVpb7HW8M2TWoXAObjRdOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46023961812810641.post-845108567573361515</id><published>2010-05-04T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T09:59:49.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciúmes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNr4qS7270I/Sj-X0hn7_qI/AAAAAAAAAq8/jg_h7rBVx7Y/s400/Ci%C3%BAmes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 431px; height: 358px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNr4qS7270I/Sj-X0hn7_qI/AAAAAAAAAq8/jg_h7rBVx7Y/s400/Ci%C3%BAmes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Ciúmes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vejo um estranho conhecido chegar&lt;br /&gt;E aos seus braços tocar, ao seus lábios saciar&lt;br /&gt;A minha alma a chorar, completamente pronta a&lt;br /&gt;Se jogar, de um qualquer 6° andar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt;E nos meus olhos cruciais, percebe-se meus&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos quebrando-se como cristais.&lt;br /&gt;Sem perceber, meu coração aos cacos eu carrego...&lt;br /&gt;E no momento ninguém nota, o sofrimento de um cego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toço para que uma bomba dentro de min se exploda&lt;br /&gt;E que os abutris venham a comer minha c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt;arne toda,&lt;br /&gt;Pois pior que o desespero edêmico do inferno&lt;br /&gt;Sinto um sentimento terrível de ciúmes, que parece eterno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile?uid=9060410658159107334"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jean Paulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile?uid=9060410658159107334"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;29/03/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://coracaodecavaleiro.zip.net/images/solidao6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 483px; height: 338px;" src="http://coracaodecavaleiro.zip.net/images/solidao6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Podemos estar rodiados por mil pessoas mas só o verdadeiro amor prenche o vazio"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46023961812810641-845108567573361515?l=vivologoamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivologoamo.blogspot.com/feeds/845108567573361515/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivologoamo.blogspot.com/2010/05/ciumes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46023961812810641/posts/default/845108567573361515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46023961812810641/posts/default/845108567573361515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivologoamo.blogspot.com/2010/05/ciumes.html' title='Ciúmes'/><author><name>Jean Paulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03595384991968408897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQYye5A9Wgg/S98p_1oYRBI/AAAAAAAAACI/t_fadL5SNyg/S220/OQAAANEaBp-KzmAmGQF6Fz_6oHhd4fT1OtBM5_fzGPI8a0PHna5xd1f7bAEFo-Q7KtM93OYnHCeCsB-IOIgHqJ84-4MAm1T1UOb14IsVpb7HW8M2TWoXAObjRdOK.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNr4qS7270I/Sj-X0hn7_qI/AAAAAAAAAq8/jg_h7rBVx7Y/s72-c/Ci%C3%BAmes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46023961812810641.post-4567645473911726121</id><published>2010-05-03T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T10:02:38.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Realidade Complexa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i266.photobucket.com/albums/ii270/profileglitter/paixao/paixao073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 187px;" src="http://i266.photobucket.com/albums/ii270/profileglitter/paixao/paixao073.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i266.photobucket.com/albums/ii270/profileglitter/paixao/paixao070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 187px;" src="http://i266.photobucket.com/albums/ii270/profileglitter/paixao/paixao070.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Zephyr;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realidade Complexa&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Uma complexa realidade corrompe meu coração, e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Voltando minha mente à ilusões, fico a merce de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Desvarios, com uma intensidade incomparável vem em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Min uma grande onda de sofrimento, que rodeia-m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt; E afoga-me em um puro sentimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Sem perceber, envolvo-me, e, sem forças, me vejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt; A nadar contra uma correnteza que meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt; direciona a você, e mesmo com todas as forças &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt;que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Me resta, percebo que já é tarde, roubou-me todo meu ar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt; E sem poder respirar, afoguei-me na pura essência do teu olhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile?uid=9060410658159107334"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jean Paulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile?uid=9060410658159107334"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt;19/03/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i266.photobucket.com/albums/ii270/profileglitter/paixao/paixao049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 436px; height: 510px;" src="http://i266.photobucket.com/albums/ii270/profileglitter/paixao/paixao049.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Sonhar  é bom, sonhar com você é melhor ainda"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46023961812810641-4567645473911726121?l=vivologoamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivologoamo.blogspot.com/feeds/4567645473911726121/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivologoamo.blogspot.com/2010/05/realidade-complexa-uma-complexa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46023961812810641/posts/default/4567645473911726121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46023961812810641/posts/default/4567645473911726121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivologoamo.blogspot.com/2010/05/realidade-complexa-uma-complexa.html' title='Realidade Complexa'/><author><name>Jean Paulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03595384991968408897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQYye5A9Wgg/S98p_1oYRBI/AAAAAAAAACI/t_fadL5SNyg/S220/OQAAANEaBp-KzmAmGQF6Fz_6oHhd4fT1OtBM5_fzGPI8a0PHna5xd1f7bAEFo-Q7KtM93OYnHCeCsB-IOIgHqJ84-4MAm1T1UOb14IsVpb7HW8M2TWoXAObjRdOK.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i266.photobucket.com/albums/ii270/profileglitter/paixao/th_paixao073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46023961812810641.post-1337340658628098634</id><published>2010-05-03T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T12:31:38.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Que Sentimento é esse?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://adventismoemfoco.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/amor-ou-paixao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 398px;" src="http://adventismoemfoco.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/amor-ou-paixao.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Que Sentimento é esse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sentimento é esse que me faz sofrer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Que sentimento é esse que me faz pensar so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt;mente em você?&lt;br /&gt;Que significa então esse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt;sent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt;imento, suplicando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Em compor o que sinto por dentro.&lt;br /&gt;Sem perceber eu só penso em você&lt;br /&gt;Meus olhos em meio a escuridão veêm você.&lt;br /&gt;Irei eternizar essa situação, por nunca sentir tamanha paixão.&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo não acreditando em tamanha realidade, Com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Cada segundo era uma eternidade.&lt;br /&gt;Como viver querendo-te, sentindo-te comigo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt;E você considerar-me somente amigo.&lt;br /&gt;Como conformar-me com essa situação?&lt;br /&gt;Como esquecer tamanha paixão?&lt;br /&gt;Não hesitou em machucar esse coração, não teve compaixã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt;o,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mesmo não gostando dele, e com todo lamento, há de estaréis lá dentro.&lt;br /&gt;Posso tentar esquecer, mas se esse sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Significa sofrer... Minha sentença é você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile?uid=9060410658159107334"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jean Paulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile?uid=9060410658159107334"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;19/04/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sp2.fotolog.com/photo/34/21/120/raberson/1237745538477_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 342px;" src="http://sp2.fotolog.com/photo/34/21/120/raberson/1237745538477_f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zephyr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Nem o amor conhece sua propria intensidade até o dia da separação"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46023961812810641-1337340658628098634?l=vivologoamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivologoamo.blogspot.com/feeds/1337340658628098634/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivologoamo.blogspot.com/2010/05/que-sentimento-e-esse.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46023961812810641/posts/default/1337340658628098634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46023961812810641/posts/default/1337340658628098634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivologoamo.blogspot.com/2010/05/que-sentimento-e-esse.html' title='Que Sentimento é esse?'/><author><name>Jean Paulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03595384991968408897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQYye5A9Wgg/S98p_1oYRBI/AAAAAAAAACI/t_fadL5SNyg/S220/OQAAANEaBp-KzmAmGQF6Fz_6oHhd4fT1OtBM5_fzGPI8a0PHna5xd1f7bAEFo-Q7KtM93OYnHCeCsB-IOIgHqJ84-4MAm1T1UOb14IsVpb7HW8M2TWoXAObjRdOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46023961812810641.post-1525680335048309557</id><published>2010-05-03T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T12:37:36.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melhor Amigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.recadosonlineorkut.com/paixao.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i266.photobucket.com/albums/ii270/profileglitter/paixao/paixao016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="BrOffice.org 3.1  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } &lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Melhor amigo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;	&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Um grande vazio faz com que alguem busque um abrigo para o seu coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt;	Abrigo achado, porem ocupado, a vida torna-se um vidro então,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt;	Dificil resgatar os cacos que caiu no chão, entre eles está meu &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt;	Coração, e confundindo o que é real a ilusão só faz o mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt;	Mesmo que estejam contra min então, pode doer te esperar em vão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt;	E mesmo sem conseguir saber diferenciar; querer e não poder sentir, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt;	Ver e não poder tocar. Hoje meu coração está assim, tentando te encontar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt;	Buscando em um outro alguem, a falta que me faz passar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt;	E no desejo de olhar dentro de seus olhos, invadir sua alma,  Lá dentro ten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt;	Alguem protegendo e impossibilitando quaisquer ação contra o seu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt;	Esse alguem dominando  seu ser então, restou-me  ficar  na ilusão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Com um sentimento tão forte e Imbatível,  para min  um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt;	Grande castigo, para tí a única opção sem ter-me como inimigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt;	 E com o sentimento fortemente ferido, Sou hoje seu melhor amigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile?uid=9060410658159107334"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jean Paulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile?uid=9060410658159107334"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:85%;"  &gt;14/04/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.recadosonlineorkut.com/paixao.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i266.photobucket.com/albums/ii270/profileglitter/paixao/paixao017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.recadosonlineorkut.com/paixao.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"Qualquer é capaz de dominar uma dor exerto quem a sente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Zephyr;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile?uid=9060410658159107334"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jean Paulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile?uid=9060410658159107334"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46023961812810641-1525680335048309557?l=vivologoamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivologoamo.blogspot.com/feeds/1525680335048309557/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vivologoamo.blogspot.com/2010/05/melhor-amigo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46023961812810641/posts/default/1525680335048309557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46023961812810641/posts/default/1525680335048309557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivologoamo.blogspot.com/2010/05/melhor-amigo.html' title='Melhor Amigo'/><author><name>Jean Paulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03595384991968408897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQYye5A9Wgg/S98p_1oYRBI/AAAAAAAAACI/t_fadL5SNyg/S220/OQAAANEaBp-KzmAmGQF6Fz_6oHhd4fT1OtBM5_fzGPI8a0PHna5xd1f7bAEFo-Q7KtM93OYnHCeCsB-IOIgHqJ84-4MAm1T1UOb14IsVpb7HW8M2TWoXAObjRdOK.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i266.photobucket.com/albums/ii270/profileglitter/paixao/th_paixao016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
